Antigone (2015)

Antigone (2015)

(December 25, 2015) Antigone. Design by Bronwyn Lloyd (Auckland: Pania Press, 2015)

Antigone

Tomb, bridal-chamber, eternal prison in the caverned rock, whither go to find mine own? 
– R. C. Jebb


When I woke up in
the melancholy city
everything was the colour of rain       all of the garish
                                        primaries
                                        of the previous evening
obscured by
the pitter-patter
of dread                                The books I was reading
                                        dissolved into pulp
                                        those volumes of 
lapidary thoughts
intangible as fog
as that happiness                       oh so elusive
                                        what’s new
                                        you say
Once in Tasmania
at an old colonial prison
I walked into one of the cells          there was no-one around
                                        so I closed the door
                                        just to feel what it was like
I lasted two seconds
people go mad
they say                                Imagine a room
                                        a white room
                                        no doors
no chairs
too narrow
to sit down                             too low
                                        to stand
                                        up
my marriage bed

(29/5/14; 18/4-13/6/15)

Bronwyn Lloyd: Special Edition. Mosehouse Studio (21/12/15)

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Ice Road Trucker (2015)

Ice Road Trucker (2016)

(August 28, 2015) Ice Road Trucker. Design by Daniel Fyles (Ashhurst: Fyles Web Design, 2015)

Ice Road Trucker

The engine cut out
halfway down the off-ramp

just as the lights turned green
ease up onto the shoulder

now put on
your hazard lights

said Bronwyn
we went for help

she left me at the service station
when I got back to the car

a cop was there
a bus had clipped a ute

just down the street
I needed that like a hole in the head

he said
the towie was a wiry older guy

who hoisted up the car
quite effortlessly

as we bounced around
the cockpit of his truck

I thought
now I know how it feels

to drive a big rig
across the ice-fields

my alter ego
CB in hand

can of Jim Beam
between the legs

horizon pewter-grey

(7/2-30/3/15)

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