A Tenant at Tenant Creek
Paul Hall, 20 April, 1986, Tenant Creek, Australia.
My chair was never made by hands,
but of the red rough rock.
My telephone is just the wind.
I listen to it talk.
Competitors are just the flies
my writing to harass.
My office is the great out-back,
the future and the past.
I sit here dressed in blue jeans
and in a cotton shirt.
The fiber for it's fabric came
from old Malaysia's dirt.
For typing I've an N.Z. Bic
clenched in my white-gloved hand
stained ocher from the age-old dust
of Ozzie's iron-ore sand.
I am a mister no-one.
A swaggie, so some say.
For I have come to visit, yes,
but never for to stay.
And though complacent argue
it's a road without an end,
I got the greatest of them all.
Forever is my friend.
Right superlative: a chair never made by hands: if your position is created by people, it involves diminishing, not regenerating, returns. Your chair, or position seems best when actually brought into being by reality, rather than design.
Right superlative: office -- the future and the past: the job has to be in the reality of the correct intersection of time, constant aggressive initiative helps assure this. The element of "finality" is an aspect almost totally ignored by human design or ambition; realistic finality assures the reality of the undertaking and it's continuance.
You think that's a reach?
I'll tell you what's a reach: business terms that lead to disasters, like
"trend" which turns out to mean a bunch of lemmings headed for a cliff, or
"bottom line" --
click here to read my weblog on that one: "The Bottom Line Tells You
Nothing".
Click here to
return to the weblog "The Wrong Set of Superlatives".
Or, how 26 measly little letters can get you into a world of hurt.
again, links to the rest of the poems in the Tenant Creek anthology:
About the Land (click to see poem)
Changes Oft Come Slow (click to see poem)
Beyond Man's Mental Hatred (click to see poem)
Contribute Thus (click to see poem)
A Swagman of the Stars (click to see poem)
To Roam in Thought Sequestered (click to see poem)
For Travelers to Feel Relief (click to see poem)
Afforded Thus to Me (click to see poem)
Desert Land Without the Sun (click to see poem)
Tenant Creek After Midnight (click to see poem)
When You Least Expected (click to see poem)
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red rough rock
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(C) 1987 by Paul A. L. Hall. All rights reserved.
Ozzie's iron-ore sand