Saturday, October 22, 2011

Gods are laid out / In alabaster, with horny cartilage / And zinc ribs

'73 in St Tropez Hobart docks in the springtime. Constitution Dock, October 2011.

It's like the oil crisis all over again!

Fixed Ideas, Kenneth Slessor

Ranks of electroplated cubes, dwindling to glitters,
Like the other pasture, the trigonometry of marble,
Death’s candy-bed. Stone caked on stone,
Dry pyramids and racks of iron balls.
Life is observed, a precipitate of pellets,
Or grammarians freeze it into spar,
Their rhomboids, as for instance, the finest crystal
Fixing a snowfall under glass. Gods are laid out
In alabaster, with horny cartilage
And zinc ribs; or systems of ecstasy
Baked into bricks. There is a gallery of sculpture,
Bleached bones of heroes, Gorgon masks of bushrangers;
But the quarries are of more use than this,
Filled with the rolling of huge granite dice,
Ideas and judgments: vivisection, the Baptist Church,
Good men and bad men, polygamy, birth-control . . .

Frail tinkling rush
Water-hair streaming
Prickles and glitters
Cloudy with bristles
River of thought
Swimming the pebbles—
Undo, loosen your bubbles!


Roddy said...

Not many tinnies in sight. These babies are a tad out of my reach.
Still if we pool our money????

Kris said...

We wouldn't even get a tinny.