"TWO TRACKS DIVERGED IN THE BUSH"

A two-years-old poem of Thom's that seems pertinent now - RNW.

Out of this home of art-of Boyd, Mora,Davila,Hundterwasser with only art naive to protect-into the anonymous bush a path curled right-so i walked my talk politically (no middle road presented itself like a Buddhist beggar) it led me to house construction,ugly machinery casual destruction of the visual and aural heritage i walked around the walls of modern cells and knew i was on the wrong track. You can not live in a National Park! You can live near its fierce and broken beauty so next  morn,slip i left wing -into Republicanism Indigenous Land Rights,ecological awareness slip round the bush track where only diggings of creatures defined and circled back in the cold and windy dawning What we own we kill.What we fence is dead Cages round art are death zones.Wind knows! It will blow down cyclones,uproot ancients disturb dreaming,reminding us it takes two wings to fly with One without the other is an economic crash Both hands clapping makes for Zen applause I walk the track in to the bush-out of art back in to life and all its hidden promises WHERE WILD LIFE INSISTS UPON WILDERNESS August 21, 2009