She Tattooed The Word 'REMEMBER' Across Her Arm
I find a quote in a zine from Canberra which says you should never write anything you wouldn't have tattooed on yourself. I wonder if people in that city agreed maybe there would be less crappy laws being passed.
The message is the medium,
This tale was mass produced at the mint,
Abstract universal language tool of trade,
Your symbols are of puritan utility,
only as useful as your laws of translation
base matter into gold.
Fluid currency river awash through the world's commerce,
The fuel of work' pilgrimage to riches,
the intricate networks perch
on the edge, about to lurch
forward as they cower
to go back to the safety harness
of resolved earth and tao like mirth
we capitualte in this ever enflowering
deteriment , circulated
by own machines made from mind produce, fodder
slept on boulder
under star ceiling
and natural canopy
woke to sun's rise
walked to creek
swam naked in cool stream
shallow with tadpoles
dance yoga on sandy beach
found stagnant pond of eucalyptus oil
Drunk world upon the soul of its profusion!
Patterns iterating, rendering the playhouse of matter...
Gnostic transmission units within units, within units, within units, within one blessed bustling hurtling star-studded atom from the amoebian, handless, interlocuter of creation -
Praise god, praise creation!
Direct from the void live ever-changing.
by Denis Kevans
63 Valley Rd, Wentworth Falls
Ah, white man, I am searching for the sites, sacred to you,
Where you walk, in silent worship, and you whisper poems too,
Where you tread, like me, in wonder, and your eyes are filled with tears,
And you see the tracks youâ€™ve travelled down your fifty thousand years.