A foghorn sounding through fog makes the fog seem to be everything. ◦
makes the fog
the rain falls
light tossed as smoke
in the valley
while the dog
chews an invisible
bone remembering how good it was
& not knowing the
size of time
◦ Anne Carson, ‘An Ode to the Sublime By Monica Vitti’, Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera (New York: Vintage, 2005) p.65.
does it make you feel funny?◦
warm slush slow
withstands decading torpor
trying passage harbour-deep supreme
heat thermal inch breath builds
under water spurt rush
gluey gentle geyser
bubble brown under the credits
[ they look grey in real life
dust pulsing into the sky
earthen body push away deep torque
[ she will manifest deep attachment ◦
for whoever has shocked her
i can’t name
the felt thing it is
even as if
the physical this agony
into pimpling lumps
in the spa pool see
small beads inflate with teenage water
flap of flannel from the window under UV
at the edge of it all we are gloopy gas-rich
slugging lump jellied lens
high up in the throat of sky’s eye
rush the crust heat so thick you can see it
fires that lick without burning ◦
the mountain mumbles its insides
reaching for its lover
we cannot look away
we living rash
itch the surface of
◦ doesn’t it make you feel funny?
Maurice Gee, Under the Mountain (Tāmaki Makaurau/Auckland: Penguin Books, 1982), p.24.
◦ she will manifest deep attachment for whoever has shocked her
Anne Boyer, ‘The Animal Model of Inescapable Shock’, in Garments Against Women, (UK: Penguin Random House, 2015), p.9.
◦ fires that lick / without burning
Paraphrasing Maurice Gee in Under the Mountain: “fires that licked round her face without burning”, p.54.
Frances Libeau (fka Claire Duncan, they/she) is a writer/composer/sound designer from Tāmaki Makaurau/Auckland. Their writing & sonic work features across disciplines including poetry, contemporary music, film, contemporary art & theatre.