Proximity: the poet Jackson. Get uncomfortably close.
Here’s Australian Poetry’s video of the Goolwa Poetry Slam in 2010. I perform connect at 8:48 — there are some other entertaining poets on first. The sound is disappointing. It sounded OK in the venue.
Goolwa Poetry Slam 2 from Australian Poetry on Vimeo.
I love you but I don’t want to see you, comet eyes
shattered to blood, moon brain
in captured orbit, sun skin
and planet spirit
all pilled and pissed away
the
girled
garden
we water lust's gownly lick
frantic
meat death apparatus
please
tongue
waxed bare with whispers
here
I want you raw not elaborately
^ drunk
Written by Jackson and Coral Carter using the original Magnetic Poetry Kit
First published in Creatrix
Its eyes are orange stones,
staring nowhere and everywhere,
hiding a mystery,
a mind.
Every feather that lines its back,
creates its wings, defines its tail
is black: an ancient
and sacred darkness.
Gripping the rim of the birdbath
it stretches its Nick Cave neck
and caws the old long notes
that mark the morning.
Wanting water, willy-wagtails
in prim little aprons flit,
flutter, chitter,
fly at it.
Balanced, silent, glaring,
daggering its beak at them
only when necessary, it continues
to take its drink.
(First published in Westerly)