may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Saturday, November 5, 2011

comparative silences

 Three and a half years/Roper River /Northern Territory
We talk Mataranka,Katherine,Darwin,wet,dry,snakes,men
We listen as stars splash across unlicensed skies
No one else has this within them.These are our stars
Light falls like Lucifer.Spy satellites.Cameras.Meteors.Asteroids
We see blinking planes flying between landings
Underneath the bowl of sky-waters,rivers,floods,
This is why we smile-a language shared is a language earned
Time invests itself in what we see  and feel.Separate,unequal
within this one world(many worlds)we share a secret joke
Until you look UP! and see nothing but Light
it will be our dark deepening shared life.


CONVERSATION(turn away from TV
it is programmed like news
it is hollow as a tube.empty as a pocket
lint minds pick up dust ,harassment claims,video of dead dictators
as if mock participation might empower.We are not even witnesses-
unless and until we speak and listen,nothing has happened apart from
subtitled commentaries beneath talking suits.You and i-
take time to be .Before after ,during poetry-
now is the new we seek.This is the air we breathe.


OBJECTIFICATION OF ART
Sculptures in streets arrest our eyes and freeze us
into mimesis.We pose among the pasts.Release us!

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