No setting, no context, no blueprints
No ground of being
No strophe or anti-strophe, no bass or treble clef
No time signature, no thermostat
No grid, no spheres turning, no ball bearings
No circle of friends, no enemies
No family or country or sense of nationhood—no soldiers
No angle of distortion, no angle
No frame or occasion for a speech
No audience for a play, no play
No writing, no publishers
No transmission lines marching through the hills
No sunlight or verandahs of carved screens
No trees, no grass or flowers at the river’s edge
No ships on the horizon or fish in the sea
No boundaries, no alphabet and no conversation

 

Stuart Dodds

 

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