Michael Farrell

Michael Farrell’s most recent books are a raiders guide (Giramondo), and as coeditor (with Jill Jones) Out of the Box: Contemporary Australian Gay and Lesbian Poets(Puncher and Wattmann). ‘word seen from a bus’ and ‘country from a mans neck’ were written during an Asialink residency in Nagoya.

 

 

 

word seen from a bus

 

Maybe a word i know. But the mountains are covered-in,

different examples-of forest different water reflects. A bittern rises

from the page like a stick &s gone, it was a vision, white

word of childhood myth. Read unread.

 

Its context, framed Perfectly, the single word was there room or time for another?

 

a word in the river.

Or the sky: hawk

 

perhaps. Man woman or sugar

 

Could be anything.

Readers snooze,

Its like the midwest,

Or eden-monaro,

At home id-know,

 

Feels like glass,

A name,

Lifted by a crane,

Word post-card,

With without wings-amen,

 

 

country in a mans neck

 

Happiness in the night, last.

I know where im supposed to take you,

on stage, for a moment.

 

the tiny venue, the throbbing figures

 

nothing i can quote, but i approximate

by writing there were lots of toys,

& Nothing like a jimmy barnes oh.

 

Nothing i can quote, but i approximate,

 

these notions come from reading books by tanizaki,

 

The absent pearl earring draws my attention to his dark white neck.

 

Ive taken off my coat & my popover & remain inactive cool.

 

halfway home between one & another like an oyster…

 

a less observant guy than youd miss my thirsty shoe…

 

(not a better metonym than ass)

‘alluring aspect’ –

 

(unknown to the uncolonised as scrub)

‘or greenitude’ –

 

no sun Fell Hard

on my mental verandah

or the mushroom underneath.

The product of short days