PM: The mystics constantly use metaphors from blindness, or speak of becoming deaf to the noise of the world, so that you can hear other things.
PC: I remember Jackson Pollock, after he did Blue Poles – he didn’t do one Blue Poles, he did a series of them – saying he’d climb to the top of a ladder and let the paint drip from the brush. That was the painting. He said, ‘I want to remove myself as far as possible from the painting.’
Seems to be an element of that when you talk about writing poetry, wanting to remove yourself and let something else talk.
PM: Something that’s more you than yourself. Like when you were talking about the different-coloured blood. That really struck a vein, for me. That’s where I think the best writing comes from.
But it can happen in conversation too. When you’re chatting with people, and feeling free about it, you lose your censorship – your sense of observing yourself and making sure what you say sounds right – and you just leap from the last thing that’s been said. The words fly out. That’s another way to get at those sources, I think.
Or when you come to places like here. Where it’s so different to me.
PC: I want to go back to Jen, where this country isn’t so different, and end with another question – maybe a thought.
Last time you came here, there was a young boy with you. This time he’s back in Canberra.
But is he even more present today?
JC: Certainly, when I feel him missing me, or me missing him.
As we’re talking, I’ve been thinking about a Mei Mei Berssenbrugge poem, which is called ‘Hello, the Roses.’
She contends that roses, through their colour, and through their scent, are actively communicating. So, when I say there’s a sense of introduction here, it’s about that careful getting to know someone, when a relationship is already important to you.
As we’ve been talking, I’ve been watching this ant and it’s been going for about 10 minutes, one of these big black ants, and it’s carrying another ant. I think the other ant is dead. It went into a little kind of shelter, a leaf shelter and I thought, ‘Oh well it’ll be going down into its nest, taking the body down into the nest.’
Then it’s been carrying it around, and carrying it around, all the time you were telling the story about your Dad.
PC: Do ants come from other ants, or does it all come from one ant? I don’t know. I know bees have a queen bee when they fly back. You see it in the film, The Dance of the Bumblebee. It comes and lands on the platform, to go back into the hive. It’s communicating with other bees, about where they come from.
I wonder if ants do the same.
JC: I’ve been wondering why the other ants aren’t helping that ant. But then maybe they’ve gone under that shelter and somebody else has picked the ant up, I don’t know.
PC: There, my friends, is where we’ll leave this interesting tale of intrigue, mystery and discovery.