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Bearings
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In her fourth collection Isobel Dixon takes readers on a journey to far-flung and sometimes dark places in poems that are vivid forays of discovery and resistance, arrival and loss. Bearings sings of love too, and pays homage to lost friends and poets ā the voices of John Berryman, Michael Donaghy, Robert Louis Stevenson and others echo here. And there is respite for the weary traveller ā jazz in the shadows, an exuberant play of words between the fire and tremors.
As Dixon explores form and subject, conflict and the self, she keeps a weather eye out for telling detail, with a sharp sense of the threat that these journeys, our wars and stories, and our very existence pose to the planet.
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DARK MATTERS
Reading Cosmology on the Cherry Hinton
Bus in Spring
Bus in Spring
Pinkshift, whiteshift.
The Big Bud,
the Magnolia Way.
These trees are island galaxies.
Spring has come late this year,
like what Iāve learned.
And how to balance this burgeoning,
the oscillating green,
with the dark behind, before.
Our imprecision, what we cannot grasp,
or weigh.
The blackbird doesnāt care
for measurement:
a tug, a gulp, a yellow blink.
A wormhole with no worm,
a punctuated lawn.
Homing
Sent far afield, where they cannot spoil
the clarity of the experiment,
the pigeons fly home from Whippany,
back home to the horn listening in to the hiss:
electrons rattling, the echoing universe.
They know their way, they have the beak for it,
while we flounder in the strip-lit shopping malls,
the grey parkades. Someoneās lost
because her mindās on deeper matters
than the change for the machine ā
sheās almost cracked The Great Equation;
while my mindās on metaphors, and tea.
Cold loadās the laundry left all morning in the drum
and saving the appearances is what I do
each morning with a touch of base and gloss.
Humdrum. Ho-hum. We know our impreciseness,
judge our loss, and carry on. And carry on.
Materiality
makeshiftshipshapedeepspace
early scary dreams
roughsmoothblackwhite
shapeshiftswellshrink
mineshaft
brainshift
silken silent scream
Dark Matter
does the dark matter
O, the dark mutters
Dark Mother
a darker moth
the darkling mote ā
me-grained
megrimmed
a mute has-been
Learning
I want to touch the screen
of death between us ā
a tap of QWERTYMorse
telepathy
and tell you
in some mirror universeās fireside
chair
of what Iām reading now
the missing-matter mystery
dunkle Materie
I want to see your eyebrows knit
that cogitating pause
and hear your āThatās interesting, becauseā¦ā
The enlivening flow of thoughts
youāve stored
as if somehow
just for this moment
and my eager listening ears.
Presentiment
The shadow on the lawn ā
out of the corner of your eye,
see it grow.
Feel the evening cool advance,
the slow summoning of dew.
Deep in the throat of the dark,
the growl,
the low vibrato cogwork of your fear,
ratcheting up. Wound-up,
wounded, wounding ā
shrink back from the spiritās dusk.
The child, crossing the grass
in sunlight,
passes the shadow-bar.
The twilight girl carries its ashen cross.
Why?
Because I say so.
The world isnāt fair.
Do as I say, not as I do.
Handsome is as handsome does.
Manners maketh the man.
Beggars canāt be choosers.
If wishes were horses,
beggars would ride.
The poor will always be with us.
God in His wisdom knows.
Lambda (at present unknown).
Lambda, at present unknown.
Economy Cosmology
āMatter tells space how to curve. Space tells matter how to
move.ā ā John Archibald Wheeler
What tells the jasmineās starry carpet
how to spread and spill,
a fragrant wave, over Departures and Arrivals
at Aeroporto Galileo Galilei,
a sweet profusion greeting us
before the cosh of Ryanairās cut-price blues
and Stanstedās colder steel and glass.
You and your spheres, Eudoxus,
consider this, the oscillating universe.
Consider us, consider us.
Galileo Galilei, Sidereus Nuncius,
starry messengers, O Copernicus.
In all this flurry, fuss and flux,
I pause and rest my temple
on the toughened porthole glass,
think of motion, heavens, maths.
The pulsing stars, the ticking
Wall Street screens,
my high perspective
on a world I cannot grasp.
In Which We Scat, Tra-La, the Last Vibrato Of A Single String
We walk through the hum of the summer
young on the Spanish Steps, seemingly
unscathed, on our way to another night
of all that jazz. The rose sellers grow
darker by the day and the roses more ā
unreal. Upstairs, the microphoneās ...
Table of contents
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Finsong
- In Which I Am Urged to Let Myself Go
- Treasure
- In Which I Am Given a Very Wide Berth
- The Cock-Eyed Southern Cross
- In Which It Will Go Heavily With You
- Dark Matters
- Notes
- Acknowledgements