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
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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... |