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CONTRIBUTORS
Jill Jones
Breach
Summer’s path is drenching me with water from a sprinkler like a child (I remember her with no fixed ideas as yet despite the yes/no of rooms as summer turned one year into another year leaving behind severest shadow) Above …
Posted in 109: NO THEME 12
Tagged Jill Jones
Poem With a High Wind Blowing Over It From the East
It blows leaves around like letters – forms shapes to- gether in highs and lows I can’t read I’m distracted scatter and branch by voices a cloud that’s now dis- appearing We need clouds – I watch kids bowl at …
Posted in 106: OPEN
Tagged Jill Jones
‘Mix it with grit’: Claire Albrecht Interviews Jill Jones
Adelaide poet Jill Jones sits down 1,525.5 km from me, Claire Albrecht in Newcastle, to discuss her sparkling twelfth book A History of What I’ll Become.
Posted in INTERVIEWS
Tagged Annette Willis, Claire Albrecht, Jill Jones, Lorine Niedecker
Introduction to Em König’s Breathing Plural
Will we miss nature, asks Em König in Breathing Plural? In ‘dreams of stale breath’, maybe. Or ‘in another life, on another planet … maybe’ (echoing The Only Ones’ only hit). Glenn Albrecht says in Earth Emotions, ‘It [nature] effectively no longer exists’.
Posted in INTRODUCTIONS
Tagged Em König, Jill Jones, Kent MacCarter, Zoë Sadokierski
Improvisings. Of Sheer Now.
1: What I’ll Become I am assembled a history of what I’ll become Far off there are holdfasts cosmos winks, metal and darkness The mind is also a swirl needless opera The divine numbers are a gamble zero is a …
Posted in 93: PEACH
Tagged Jill Jones
To Split and Join
To praise impressions wherever bodies lie down, whoever To be with skin To not be but be here To not be a cut-out on a back lot To keep shoes fit and batteries keen To be as real and dirty …
Posted in 88: TRANSQUEER
Tagged Jill Jones
Restless
I’m restless about affinity There’s a form of am in every dream Stress prevaricates Aniseed lingers You can be too fond of fences making shiny choruses Air is a treasury The horizon fills with shallow light There’s devil in the …
Posted in 86: NO THEME VII
Tagged Jill Jones
The Blossoms of Retail
We become our shopping something that’s not quite feeling a semi-emotion as if underwater or near tears unable to breathe or drown. Are we living in the present tense or another kind of mood? Where are the horses, the plains? …
Posted in 84: SUBURBIA
Tagged Jill Jones
At Least Four Instances
how do you fend off the sea it will be here if not ever but as your fever or your shadow when you stop breathing do doors open as they did does your hand feel the same in the night …
Posted in 83: MATHEMATICS
Tagged Jill Jones
The Storm
The storm catches on the door. It’s a good sign, a surge that’s more than breathing, that blows away dirt from reliquaries, and directions from their careful signs. It’s near speech and near trembling, sky bringer fate crowning from its …
Posted in 80: NO THEME VI
Tagged Jill Jones
My Skeptic Tremor
Perhaps I require revolution rather than mending day or need to get back to my ill channels, disinterest, a fetish or two and a more obvious sin than procrastination. Force is never equal, not in my calculations, nor is severance …
Posted in 78: CONFESSION
Tagged Jill Jones
Seven Formulas of Method
1. Data: Sun on the right hand Sand fun this roght hend Sent an tho rught hind Sin ends thumb raght hond Song in that reght hund 2. Mix: on the right sand / sent behind / thumbs end rage …
Posted in 75: FUTURE MACHINES
Tagged Jill Jones
In Flight Entertainment
‘no more blues’, that’s not a promise there’s no traction or policy in the blues all those bars are too long a cycle to make for twittering views no more plaints or graces no thanks, ‘watch and listen carefully’ enhanced …
Posted in 72: THE END
Tagged Jill Jones
Bearing False Witness
Stories of the heat rise above the boards and the walls bounce them, like lies. Walls are made of stuff that hides from me, those measurements, the mason’s spans. Dust is the choke, and across vision there’s a bar. I …
Posted in 70: UMAMI
Tagged Jill Jones
In My Shifts
I come in with language I come out of. Its weed, its shrill bugs. A harvest, a rot, a dervish. Cooked into night. Swum from beginnings. Patterns at the bottom of a pool. Something that doesn’t fit. That shifts and …
Posted in 69: TRANSTASMAN
Tagged Jill Jones
Asks
What’s it like to be refurbished tackled or finger-printed? It’s not something you can ask but I’m asking. What is it like to be watched waited, frisked? Whenever I worry about my suit my transparency, I don’t think of brightness …
Posted in 66: OBSOLETE
Tagged Jill Jones
‘All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle.’
You’re diagnosed with an incurable illness. You meet someone at a support group. They teach you how to tango. You both undergo a miracle cure. They become a vampire. Your tests come back clear. You delete their photograph. You change …
Posted in 64: CONSTRAINT
Tagged Jill Jones
Compositions
Some days are white staring deep into surfaces where tides push shores, sand climbs mountains. The new border is sometimes vague though flamboyant and ever mercantile. There’s boredom in the banlieue, middle management cadres deal in non-core activities. It’s all …
Posted in 59: GONDWANALAND
Tagged Jill Jones
Becoming Crystal
at Te Moeka o Tuawe (Fox Glacier) I take my stone heart to the river, it moves with all the other stones. I slip and shear, ribs crack like ice that makes of the river gravel and gold schist and …
Posted in 54: TRANSPACIFIC
Tagged Jill Jones
Coot Observes the Trashing of Venus in Tahiti
This deal prov’d as favourable to our push as we could witness, not a Clutter was to be seen the whole deal and the Airship was perfectly clear, so that we had every advocate we could detail in Observing the …
Posted in 54: TRANSPACIFIC
Tagged Jill Jones
A Minuscule Map of the Country
(discounting the Coriolis effect) The antipodean plug lies in a pool, like any other plug, any other pool, where breasts dunk and voices drown with the universal two-bob watch. Nonetheless, a garden gnome or a kangaroo shadow is plastered into …
Posted in 54: TRANSPACIFIC
Tagged Jill Jones
No, the System Did Not Work For Me
I landed among delusion, with a lag and a dogsbody. I was hauled within a millimetre of someone’s brown balaclava. I was a deb in line with a litre of jackpots holding a new key and a gypsy. I blundered …
Posted in LEE MARVIN
Tagged Jill Jones, ken bolton
Hindley Reverie
A lunch poem Perhaps everyone drives round these blocks forever as cafes get lost in the trawl of Hindley Street these blocks, just to see something happen. ‘Adelaide’s No.1 Party Venue’, a kind of inroad or airborne, the sound, lonely …
Posted in LEE MARVIN
Tagged Jill Jones, ken bolton
Leaving, Are You?
I’m not an anonymous tip-off or the cracking up over death. I’m not easy or the slider on the machine, I’m not evidence or the answering tape. Don’t tempt me! I’ve seen you around the courts and terraces, I see …
Posted in 50: JACKPOT!
Tagged Jill Jones
