Saturday, December 27, 2014

`And the Ocean Snore'

“I thought of ambient sounds that music has dipped up
in its silver ladle: heartbeats and hoofbeats, and trains
volleying with tipplers and Dopplers, or blue in the night
drips in echoey spaces, wind through frightful places,
factory-crash heavy metal, the strung pluck of bows,
bells, whistles, the clinker coming at you across everything,
peaks peaks peaks of murder. And crowds, and the ocean snore.” 

[Les Murray, from “The Barcaldine Suite,” Poems the Size of Photographs, 2002]

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