Wednesday, 13 June 2012

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A bird high over fields. Noise of machinery, irritation of eyes. It was fashionable to kiss fingertips at one another, to fade into darkness & be forgotten.  
           






Shadow of a bird diagramming fields. Animal cry, distance unspecified. To show respect it was customary to bare the head at noon, to scoop standing water from pools & puddles.







Field & sky cross-shadowing. Beat up old van rumbling up a hill. In courtship they delighted in imitating drunkeness, staggering & weeping & throwing their arms up in the air & shouting ha!







On the middle of nowhere. Breeze moves slowly against the face, parts lips, moves tongue. Their rough portraits were nailed to roadside trees & bushes, that travellers should remember distant homes.

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