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August 2026

August 2026

how can such sheer physical beauty be guarded , coupled with so crabbed and servile an existence , as to hunt in the rubbish dumps of all the world for what has been used up and most despoiled for cracked and injured minds, to its own injury and the injury of its

SYMPHONY

SYMPHONY

You are in a void. Describe the void. I have some notes here. Is this the moon? hanging no visible signs of support. poetry is for extracting one meaning puts down the notes straightens the pictures. to stop flapping is a relief to be done with the expectation collective action

Political Works

Political Works

bad weather I hear you are having bad weather while here it is cold but settled and Nameed tells me it is not unseasonal he tells me also he has a good manager unreasonal this is my neologism for places reason can go but it is not allowed Nameed is

moieties*

moieties*

*occasional pieces, close, and timely a small requiem for Beanie We are somewhere In the middle of nowhere Dreaming of arriving Under the century's Black sun A rock eye, an eye running with water We are somewhere The last eyes ever to see it Will be closing soon

A Piece of Fabric, Tell it to the birds & lying in long grass - for my parents

A Piece of Fabric, Tell it to the birds & lying in long grass - for my parents

I wrote A Piece of Fabric for my father, Anthony Frederick Taylor 2 January 1937 – 24 April 2009. I read A Piece of Fabric at the memorial service, held at St. Matthew-in-the-City, Auckland, 29 April 2009. The service went over four hours. Raymond Boyce spoke, Roger Hall

enantiomorphosis: the messianic | Danaë, or resistance

enantiomorphosis: the messianic | Danaë, or resistance

by the fact that I am here, you gain everything; by the fact that I am not, you lose nothing. OR I AM THAT WITHOUT WHICH THIS IS NOT. OR the surface cannot make contact with the surface. BEFORE EVERYTHING WAS MANIFEST Danaë, or resistance Almost a thousand days at

a journey (2016)

a journey (2016)

from Redcliffe to Craig Larkin's death I does it last the night a deep a deep fissure suspended day like ash light half the half tolting belief-ridden down the grain grey of a twilit beach-head what measure round sleep sleep curled in sleep’s organs lungs