dedicated to Kerry Schooley (Slim Volumes)
Songs of sixpence: pockets of cheap rye
one note at a time. We sing to get her,
a phalanx of larynxes and
the song has many feet.
Husha husha we all fall down.
Whisper the beat, hassling sandcastles
kicked face down in the street words
evolving into rhyme, syntax
flowing forward
running with the
right now
overall
like all the languages in
Bringhurst’s Ursa Major
off key
out of step but
tongue sewing
tongue sowing
the crickets’ melody do
remifa solati sound
of music with no choir
I can name.
Old prison chain gang:
we sing together cannot
overcome the deep vortex
of sound
and note your absence
which will be recorded
in an opportunity
off-beat songs of innocence
and thank you Blake wringing
the sound out of bird’s wings we
sing in the middle of the factory floor.
This is the song that never ends
my friends singing it forever
this is the song that never ends.
In rhyme
you are afraid of singing.
You alienate speakers of your language.
Are you hiding?
Show me it hurts like a hug.
A manifesto, a womanfestival
together with words;
should we?
We sing together
and shout others down
in the sanctuary,
lip synching the wrong songs
to John Cage.
Andréa Ledding, Bryne Helen Lewis, Robin Moses, Gary Barwin, Catherine Heard, Priscilla Brett, Joseph Brown, Brian Bartlett, Rob Budde, Alice Robinson, Warren Dean Fulton, Andrew Waldie Porteus, Slim Volumes, Kinga Jakab, Andrew Topel, Sharon Honywill-Haddow, Neil Hennessy, Christopher Taylor
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