by the track, everlastings in bloom; paper-fine heads that vandals cut for vased reverie. no heather here, only wildflowers white, yellow, pinks. everywhere. today there is no stonemason only stonemusing, all in a day’s labour. I find myself gariwording a kind of “I woz ’ere 2011” graffiti as old-fashioned texting marking one’s own parking the national poetics in sleight colonial fashion. what other histories striate here everlongingly? land removal & razed ken notwithstanding. how to read dys-scriptively, query the quarry as industrial site or tourist point, the perfunctory consume & abuse of sublimity ungirded. this poem as Babel enfant reconstructs a monument, stories the stone once transported to Melbourne to support State Library sophistries. surplus slabs left scarred & abandoned. forms of the past handed on treasured extract (speaks volumes). around stark mining huts, three children hide & seek, a different game (foxes now baited here) (try to) pull the chain of the old trolley rusted on broken lines. futuring hands find only toy forms & will not remember this day. except for three take-home everlastings: forever keepsakes?
Ann Vickery is the author of Leaving Lines of Gender: A Feminist Genealogy of Language Writing and Stressing the Modern: Cultural Politics in Australian Women’s Poetry. She is contributing editor of the online journal, Jacket2, and a past editor-in-chief of the online journal, HOW2.
© Ann Vickery
Overland 204-spring 2011, p. 114
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