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THE ETERNAL ONES

Eleza Jaeger

to the woods
place missed
long hair
lime wood
blackbird talks
dry brush
big gully
big cliff stands
falls down
marks of water
looks black
shut it
inside rock
under it
throw it away
tree blown limb
porcupine grass
stone-louse
legs shaking
white tree
groaning
moving about
a thing above
of backbone
appearing
skipping
flies biting
a tail jumping
name of a worm
witchetty grubs
forming a string
go home
a feather
ghostly dragging
milky stalk
sugar bush
empty pouch
leave it
itching
there ghost
what for
whiteforehead
hole go in
burning

          to the woods
          him hanging down
          make it loose
          shinking back glittering (talking)           
 going you throw it
          drag it drag it
          crooked chute
          up deep down
          mark of running water
          running
          looks black
                    shut it
          stalks of porcupine grass
          the skin cut away
          wood fruit short young fig
   wind lifts it
  lifted it
          see it   see it
          smear it
          white bird
          lizard lizard
          leave it
  the end
          crying coming out
          running down
          flowing over fluid
          the wet beard
          walking with legs together
  in the dust
 walking behind each other
 walking behind each other
          top the sandhill
          a single big one
a raw shining red
          hold it hard
          hold it hard
          empty pouch
                    tie it tight
                    leave it
          ghostlike
          stares
for looking
          looking
          walks (the sun)

 

 

 

 

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imagine if we could make of linguistic elements what the Free Sound Project is making of sound [here], not a collection of finished works but a palette of utterances—this poem moves through space like a phonological cartography...