Pam Brown

(1948 - / Seymour / Australia)


Poem by Pam Brown

Artworld Theoryworld Mediaworld Infoworld Touristworld Olympicworld Foxworld Bushworld : Oneworld
Susan Buck-Morss, Art in the Age of Technological Surveillance
setting out,
a scarlet flower
behind an ear,
into the wide
world into
banner-adorned cities
permanent festivity


the road
turns an angle
like the dateline does
near Tuvalu


once, it’s said, anticipating promise,
they murmured
as they crossed,
‘Bush’ like
‘ boo schh boo schh ’
no reply

sprained westoxified
for ‘NightTalker’,
( the wine is under
the table somewhere)
crying becomes
a critical criterion
(the flower
discarded )


the public sphere
newly perceptibly
losing memory


re mem ber Bam,
Arg-e Bam
ancient city of sand
and mud
collapsing in an earthquake,
the cultural heritage building
slipping subsiding,
any record
of the archaic ruin
to dust


the memory


who can accept
a given world,
who can
live in it ?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 2, 2012

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