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copyright Robert Verdon 2010
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Before we Knew this Century
Robert Verdon
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Id like to thank the playwright and poet
Kate McNamara for encouragement.
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To Centrelink
(the Australian Dole / welfare Office)
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Soon
Early Christmas Shopping
Propositions of Wittgenstein if he had gone mad
Finding coins under grass-blades
Scintilla
dole at 51
And you...?
first contact
The Horror
Autumn in Spring
Eternal City
Nebula
Silverfish 2000
TonsureIcarus, 2001
Hundreds of Shells
Horse Linament Memory
Anoosa
Song of the Homeless
Tuross
Bethlehem, 1995Scapegoat
Haiti, 2010
School Days
To Maria Callas
Decor
About the author
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Soon
frail corn-cob husk
rotten as the 1900stree in grey hose
tongueless as spring
church-bell and wind-chime back-beat
all linger in some future memory palace
I live near old people
sometimes they are no longer there
sometimes I see silver on top of my hairsoon I shall go and be forgotten
then I feel fifteen again
some people use telescopes
to stare at the end of the universe
its a beginning
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Early Christmas Shopping
In time exposures of the battlefield
Only the acceptable dead appear
Cold sounds
Are all I imagine they hear
I picture the moon
Shrinking like a prune
The June sky has a perm tonight
In this bulb-in-the-mouth light
The malls a garden of deposed royalty
Hot as the earths core
Damaging brand loyaltyEconomys sunk at the shore
Empty store
Full of carbon dioxide
Cold day
Sunglasses, grey, savings still melt away
Christmas is pleasing the Christians
Once more.
Rise like lions
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Propositions of Wittgenstein if he had gone mad
1.* cats are weapons of mouse destruction: kings spring onto
their thrones in horror (Wovon man nicht sprechen kann,
darber mu man schweigen)
2.* Celtic knotwork is an attempt by the artist at a self-portrait
after three bottles of Jameson
3.* entrepreneurship seems effortless because everyone else
does the work
4.* a Second International politician is like an obstetrician in anunnery, or a bright young tourist in Roma asking for a bowl of
mussolini, as the Cross blasts off like the northern lights over
St Peters basilisk
5.*the best advertising is a feeding tube down the pharynx
which buys votes for bombing babies
6.* thoughts are a traffic jam of cable-cars aloft
7. no king was saner than Ludwig of Bavaria
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Finding coins under grass-blades
Footsteps in the park, my own, still fear living here one day
looking for coins under grass-blades, finding plastic spoons and
bottletops,
know every stray stonelet and green shard, every sharp shadowof it as the sun passes over, I am a mouse or an ant,
this is my escape into miniature, safe in a warm dry nail-length
ditch, horizon of mad embroidering starshadows, unable to
grow up,
stalks bamboo forest, grass-rapiered heart, fall into footprint
crater, more pitted than Miranda or Ceres, beyond the DTs of
hard-tack, grey-gravel planettrillions of hectares of real estate, price spun below zero kelvin,
each steamed coin stamped underwater with eternity its
apotheosis as neither prison nor palace but decent
home
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Scintilla
In scintilla city
The dawn dreams which rock
The foundations gritty
Escape the committee
To unbuild each block
Their armies so tinySlip down each leaf shiny
From the trim, endless hedge
Marching over the ledge
Onto each eyelids edge
So we rise up in bed
And turn suddenly red.
There are figures outside
Flinging roses and bread
Singing
empire
The empire
The empire
is dead!
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dole at 51
my city has a great postal service
unsigned letters taunting you with destitution
computer-generated death threats
from some twenty-year-old kid from a private school
hard at work in the only Government agency
to get more complaints than the Police better to sleep on the beach and dream of freedom
dole at 51
now 52 and in a house I love at last
in the insecure public system
better to sleep on a bench and dream of freedom
but itd kill me in a week
almost a relief
to nearly die last year
and get on the disability pension
50% of my liver no longer works either
better to sleep in a trench and dream of freedom
but I am afraid and lonely
as I was when Iwas five
better to live like a leach and write of freedom
better still to write back
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And you ?
Stylish steenless stale
mugs for sale, by Spooner!
In the corner-shop of my desire
Hard by the ingle
Cloudshade racing ahead
A fire-engine bell and brass bubble cars
Whisk by the school-library
Where Miss Creole Crinkle stacks book-dust
And counts the raindrops
In base three
In the glare of the skylight
Jealous of Julias reservation of the Amstrad
The law ambles corpulently, and life is marmalade sun
And sequestered white sweetshops.
The cobbler breaks wind over his knee.Lavender frills
crumple beneath golden curls
The baily berith the bell away.
Julia will not get up this morning.
This is the church andThis the steeple
Open the door
In the city
For three days
And three nights
The smart bombs fall
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first contact
blade of jagged sword
becomes edge of continent
silver lure skims sand
pilots have five ears each
make us all stand in our bikinis
and steal our earrings
ants
ants on a low concrete wall
appear, like bubbles in water about to boil
- sick of aimless life
I begin to love it again and the clouds
left by a ghost train across bluetopia
are condensing steam
(but what is steam)
these ants are not melancholyfrothing on their artificial rockface
a tidy mind is the sign of a sick desk
loving anthood or knowing no better
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not enough to wait for sunsets peacockery
or to glance at the million-whirligig tree crown
or the new-gold furnace of carbon it screens
or to care that the earth is turning into a sunstone like the
moon
(or that theres no more blood in it)
as I forget to worry
surviving death, this afternoon, by saying its just gas
passing the church again as at twolearning what no school can teach
as the ancient windchimes of my parents sing
and the clouds steam overhead ...
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The Horror
my father
born in Britain
joined up at fourteen
no jobs in 1934
served in the R.A.F.
and traversed Africa
on Wellington and Lancaster bombers
and Catalinas flying from South Africa to Madagascar
and back looking for U-boats
he never knew Hitler
but he foughtfor and against
the worst form of capitalism
and I had my cat put down when she had
throat cancer
my father is deadand I am bereft
and will ever be so
if I ever kill
it will not be for oil
but justice.
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Autumn in Spring
old gold sun
on pine needles
at 5.30
feeling old as Prufrock
imagining myself as a weather vane
or Tiresias
nearly fifty and hung overand cant believe
that the ground may not be far away
old and poor
in an alien land
that loves me
as the birds do diamond turns
in the warming air
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Eternal City
There was a city when I was three and it existed beyond the edge
of the world. The world ended at the trees with the stars over them
opposite 3 Pen-y-Bryn.
No one had a car except the man with the Austin A-40 who I later
learned had the job of hovering over a button to stop the rolling
mill in case the steel flew off, and died of stomach cancer.
I never knew what crying was then. I thought it was about handsburned in snow and the toggle that came off my duffle coat.
In the city were red buses, as red as postboxes.
And my dog Prince, left behind ... and the horror of holly that
scratches your leg.
join the army, 2002
children constructed
kites
out of plastic bags
at Woomera detention camp
seen from inside and out
the kiteswere confiscated
and freedom has since been
banned
join the army
of freedom kites
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Nebula
the sun rises,round rice-cracker over my broad beans
which rarely flower
I am a flathead on a sandbar
caught between the ends and means
pale sun, pale sun
you and I have no place here
we do not belong to the harvest
even Hamaguchis
we may as well be lost
in a post office-box, unpaid for,
speeding to the dead-letter office
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Silverfish 2000
silverfishI rescue from the dry bath
with a square of toilet paper
in the room my father died
as I did as a child as
now in the cemetery again missing an interview
by the grave with the colour wheel spinning
not quite managing
to bring all the colours to white
while little planted wooden birds
whirl clipped wings
over the childrens skeletons
so deep in the soil
as never to smell
or cry up out of the ground
on a hard bench I write
a year nearer fifty
with
my fathers concrete headstone in the distanceits new flowers bird-tongue-red
against the couch grass he hated
twenty-four hours after Remembrance Day
and more than a minute of silence since I saw the blueness
beneath his ear
before they screwed down the coffin
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I wonder why I
am
thinking instead
of the war of terror
where the daisy-cutters
bury more than the box-cutters
and of the silverfish that will chew up this poe
how shall I go
and explain it
to the Job Network?
I remember my Manx fathertalking of a man in the R.A.F.
who
from a great height
flew his Spitfire
into the tarmac
and buried it
up to the tail.
I see no silverfish here
just the far mountain wind
screaming full throttle over vanished lives.
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Tonsure
Love is my
How can I say
Purpose is this
Small roundelay
In the fens
Of my heart
Where I live
On the tumbril
To Palestine
And the nightOf the light
Of the soul
On fire
In a whiskeyworks
Catching the bus
To a dream
In the forestsOf Hell.
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Icarus, 2001
america is led by a lemmingis falling
like its rate of Profit
into a sea of totalitarian humbug
as the human doodlebugs strike its own cities
unstricken, they say, by aliens since 1812
and it does not know who to shoot
who to bomb back to the stone age
guys, its been done,
stop exulting that youve won
liberalism is dead
there is no alternative
under your sun.
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Hundreds of Shells
I cant remember
Because I am growing oldIn silence
my Welsh mother worked like a black
in the Canberra Grammar School
cleaning their horrible temporary classrooms
in 1966
and the dust smelt like chalk and fleshhundreds of skin-flakes
from hundreds of bourgeois brats
and the short-wave radio
I found
promised
with its dusty string-guided dial
to reach Berlin
and Moscow
hundreds of shells lie on the shore
hundreds of stars shine in the sky
hundreds of
as they taught me to write at Duntroon Public SchoolPialligo of farm rats
and
with their help
I made it into a stapled book
at five
so bursting with love and longing
and the sense of building somethingbetter than they could ever know
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hundreds of shells lie on the shore
hundreds of stars shine in the sky
but only one Mother
and my mother was scandalised
at the patronising outrage of it
she had made shells in the Arsenalit was not a football team
and I was so small
and smaller than usual
and I have never forgotten
though now my memories
are so fullof the dust of death
and the book
I lost years ago
which is why I cannot quote it
in a scholarly fashion
with footnotes
and urbanity
my first book
written without cynicism
or alcohol
or hatred
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Horse Linament Memory
God in a pink nightie
Clag glue under the tongues
of the faithful;
Feral spies, pork pie hatsCocooned in pimento jam
Sugar-paned portholes
Diminish at sea.
Corncobs in the microwave
Boiled string fantasies
Evaporating at midnight
Dry hot metal
Which crosses a river
Paling mountains, sharpened
and cool.
Apes dancing in the night
To the music of Galileo
Galilei comes to knock and knock again A banjo played badly
Fifth string a bicycle bell
Invites the weary sleepwalker
To emulate Toscanini
(or at least Henry Mancini)
Forks rise majestically
Across the pentagonal kitchen table
Bobbing over the Marianas Trench
The dishwasher is attacked by pirates
Buckshot ants in a glass cup scatter
Beets burgeon in the frost (caring little,
as they have white wooly anoraks)
Under the fingernail of the world.
Sukey take it off again
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Anoosa
Cloetus Anoosa
I loved
in 1960
when we were sixI saw her father
loading spuds
standing on the rail
that ran under the tabletop
of the Inter.
and then he fell like a sack of potatoes
his ankle caught and twistedand he screamed like a child
a typical cowardly Greek
I heard
(later he won the lottery and went home)
we got to school late
we blamed each other as
we were caned on the bare legs
I still love you
Anoosa
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Song of the Homeless
Published in The Murdoch Press
I love to be homelessIts ever such fun
To sleep on the pavement
In the rain, sleet or sun
To be victim of street gangs
And druggies and cops
To be bashed, raped or murdered
Or living on slops.To be knifed in a shelter
To be catching T.B.
Are part of my dream
To be happy and free!
Yes I love to be homeless
I love sleeping rough
I was cut off the dole, see
But I say, Thats tough!
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Tuross
fish dance like flat stones
across Coila lake after fish after fish after fish
Mojo the dog
is working in the shallows
I sit with Lee and
talk about her Dad
and how the house was built
Tuross Heads
never been here before
but the fish are at home
(and not in butchers paper)
or maybe leaving quietly
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Bethlehem, 1995
As Bethlehems handed back
Just in time for Christmas
As the Israeli trucks crawl home
Three wise men follow a star
Which might at first be a skyrocket
Let off by revellers but it doesnt fade
Inside the manger, a poor Christian family
Hides from Hamas and Shin Bet in sheets
The wise guys kneel before the ChildOffering gifts of frankincense and myrrh
Plum pudding and smoked ham
In tins, bags of surplus wheat,
Trifle left over from last year and
Plastic Chinese decorations for the tree.
Then they get back
Into Air Force One
And head West.
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Scapegoat
still not keeping track of my childhood:
they either love you or want to kill you
want to strip you of your flesh
and make it into leather
you are not human
you have slits for pupils
and running away is like driving a tank
blinkered you paw at their barbed wire
and each whiplash on your armour makes you jerk
but one day the wire comes down
and you throw your armour in their faces
and gallop across the land-mined wasteland
to the river.
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Haiti, 2010
The minutemen have slowed considerablySince 1776
They began to falter around 1804
Were sluggish between 1915 and 1934
And comatose from 57 to 86
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This time they seem asleep at the wheel
Must be the Caribbean air, or the rum
Or the sales of tee-shirts and baseballs
for enemy combatants to eat
But never mind
Blame the roads and the rioters
I guess theyll have the place all set upIn time for the election.
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School Days
All my friends are conservatiiive
Tory songs they siii - iiing
Each one a reactionary and
Horribly right wiii iiing.
Chorus:
Horribly right
Horribly right
Horribly right wiii iiing.
Horribly rightHorribly right
Ho-o-or ribly right wing.
Im a revolutionary
Out of place at Eton
If I were not Headmaster
Id be surely be-ea-ton
Repeat Chorus Forever
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To Maria Callas
No opera buff
I heard Maria CallasSing this afternoon
and now I know
how she lived
and died at 53
her heart finally
smashed to piecesbut still beautiful.
Singing
With all her heart
Her strong voice
Quaking
like
Surf-pounded sand.
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Dcor
I live near an old folks home, you
In the best street in A_____, your
House is an opium den, mine
A funeral parlour
Both
worthy of a well-placed undertaker
We are hemispheres of U235
Twisting each others tale
Bathed in Cerenkov radiation
Too much light
Darkening the dcor
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Robert Verdon (also known as Auntie Rhoberta) pens
poetry and prose and pushes 56 in Canberra. He is hoping
for a Nobel Peace Prize.
Robert is author ofThe Well-Scrubbed Desert(Canberra:
Polonius Press, 1994), Her Brilliant Career(Canberra:
Aberrant Genotype Press, 1998), My Cat Eats Spaghetti(Canberra: Ginninderra Press, 2000), and [with Caroline
Ambrus] The Artful Dole Bludger (Queanbeyan:
IrrePRESSible Press, 2000).
He has been writing and publishing in magazines since
the 1970s, but is yet to bag that elusive Nobel.
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