'you're out of time'

you know when you've done all
the wrong things
the dry southern silence
from it, you take its breath and hum
     (of course)         I stand in the never been

and the dusty ones, nor the self–samers
know it as drumming goes

and it goes even as I play beyond
my dashing frets
up she rises, into blue velvet
big rock underneath
the new thrash



Listening to 'Quatuor pour la fin du temps' on a rainy night in Sydney

Unseasonal rain drowns the
final note, tempus edax rerum.
It's an ending, the body of
the god created
gets beyond the screen.

Now, without sleep, without
waking, the irrelevancies
continue swimming to paradise.
Do you know where we are?
That the end is ecstasy?

Techniques and guardians,
locks and keys, 'indefectible light'.

Slow repeats of rain or sped–up
storms, leaves bearing water,
climate changing summer.

Perhaps an angel 'qui annonce'
lava and stars, the coming of seas
amongst us.

'That there should be time no longer'?

'And I saw another mighty angel'
not just in the air descending
but clouding the age
'from sun fire
completing a mystery'
out of what was found.

Along the road, there's no
slamming brakes, only
some swearing just
so you know

what 'shall begin to sound'?


[quotes from Messiaen's notes on his work 'Quatuor pour la fin du temps' including phrases from Revelation]



in the dust club (mix)

here we are harder than dust just as
blown as ms kittin and her electro–trash
plays coffee table band beardie guitar whine
as ms kittin says 'i tried to start the mix
with them' smelling like strobe and smog
its accidental soul in the original
buddha hand gesture some way too far long
she says 'i have a special addiction
to this sound. the strong cologne drums
in my heart' hits the turntables like a good
blockbuster movie underground berlin
mute germany not glamorous at all 'it's
shit–kaput. . . no compromise!'

we're making stupid little analog sounds
a bleeping lo–fi symphony in our winter
without content now or tomorrow parked
above a surf of beached cds
vinyl still melts in the go–round trapped
in states of perpetuated euphoria
a hundred climaxes ms kittin growls
'hard to mix as the speed always changes'
downstreaming spirit with mega
trash boy and the girl kings

hard to mix as the speed
harder than dust to mix as the changes
but just as streaming
as the speed
and just as blown

[quotes from interview with Miss Kittin (Caroline Hervé) vocalist, songwriter and DJ in the electroclash scene.]



Up Against the Wall

when the metal
hits yr chest
do you sing?

under the thumb
of free/dom
of music dying

if you dylanshop
nothing left to lose

*

who's working
mojo now?
going gaga, gah

the bach boys
did it
long ago

pan pipes
kora
didge
wind
cries
blue/ air?
begins

Ekleksographia:
Wave Two

May, 2010

Poetry

Jill Jones

Jill Jones' most recent book is Broken/Open (Salt, 2005). She is the editor, with Jill Jones, of Out of the Box: Contemporary Australian Gay and Lesbian Poets (Puncher & Wattmann, 2009). Her work has featured in a number of anthologies including The Penguin Anthology of Australian Poetry and the Macquarie Pen Anthology of Australian Literature. In 2009 she took part in the Micro–Poetry Festival in Prague and Brno. She teaches at the University of Adelaide.