Sippy Cup
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chapbook series 1.1 june 2015
a light shed
DEREK BEAULIEU a light shed
MICHAEL FARRELL roughly proofed
LUKE PATTERSON over the suns disc
GEORGIA GOODNOW
turn your to-do lists inside
out when you wash them
GEORGIA GOODNOW
turn your to-do
lists inside out
when you wash
them
your chit chat is radiant! he yelled to me as i finished
rubbing toothpaste into his bathroom mat it smells of kites
and clean each of us are decorated in our own routine :
withered umbrellas hang their ribs on hooks
in the hallway
and prepare for evening strolls
shivers of greatness and expectations of fame
rustle upside down children
who breed their toenails and fingernails together
despite their promise to their parents
the world does not need your permission
clouds will drop shadows with or without you
and Ill continue to press my teeth as if they were piano keys
furiously, but with some restraint.
Contagious
I once tried to colour in all my freckles with a pen
but I have things to do
A breakfast of electricity
before we get lost in our routines
Moisturise your to-do lists
in the arms of our friends colours
their upside-down ideas
are floating like lemons in the punchbowl
For sure, my friend,
turn back to the papers in your hand
and bite your fingernails
till you hear the full stop .
People interested in all kinds of supermarket specials shrug
their conversations hidden in plain sight
Its a good game to play
as you look out the window
to find the line between forehead
and not at all forehead
lets collaborate with gravity
to achieve the perfect posture
He also told me
it was something to do with eating lamps
but hesitation held his pen
PhD written in alphabet soup
I whisper, early symptoms
the mosquitos can smell you from miles away
its a good thing youre not contagious.
Helen
I stand at the counter next to Helen:
blue counter, white cabernet, empty walls.
I watch as the mug grows hind legs and
crawls
across our context: Just black lines, Helen.
Helen Helen Helen Helen Helen
In tones of screeching keyboards it calls
out her name and it echoes down down the the halls
I turn to face her: H-E-L-E-N
This conversation we are having
is one I have been having for weeks
The window is noisy so I shut it.
This conversation we are having
Helen. Hid the words behind her own cheeks.
Helen, Im dreamt of you in a sonnet.
halls
many
numerous a great good deal of a lot of a large great number of great
quantities of countless innumerable myriad with plenty of various
crowds of droves of army of a horde of a multitude of a multiplicity of
multitudinous multiple untold of abounding bounteous bountiful
divers busy with legion teeming rife no end of plentiful populous
prevalent uncounted alive with infinite wad manifold of several
numberless sundry assorted stacks of in abundance with various
diverse multifarious masses of piles of bags of copious abundant
frequent umpteen shedloads in a profusion of profuse in loads of
scads of heaps of oodles of slews and gobs of tons of dozens of
hundreds of thousands of millions of billions of zillions of trillions of
more than one can shake a stick at.
Gargle
Filling yearning tummies full of stockings
Everyone spending their time emptyStomachs giving each other
weird looks: full Swaying household pets
dont trip because certain windows have crusts
Walk walk walk
Im hope to find
loosen your soles
and tread threads
through foothills.
danger. dont.
with patches on your shoulders
you cant believe what they say
I dare you
thats not to say,
underestimate coat hangers
and you will pay.
Share those mouthfuls
with the windows
and draw back the curtains
let them stretch no longer.
Saucers rattle
when they write the word
coward
their pencils are too blunt,
I tried to watch
but I couldnt feel thoughts
the music
was far too loud.
So suspicious,
are those people on the sofa?
what curious toasty characters
each with an eye on a loaf.
Before too long our journey was arrested by an old lady who called us props:
I walked until what a good skirt
Sorry never have I ever dont be the man in the hat with the shoe their was to
be ok ok and never eating, of ending, and to this day I could sneeze however I
wanted to be want singularity stop listening to the dancers head stop,
listening all together and he had his shoe again in a few months no way to
stop nor the shiny creepy minutes that sit on the clock tick shoe tick hoho
Im not going to be able t read this is you how could you Im disappointed
and the rain upsets my stomach and so does it your no no no nono sleep with
your shoes on! these are just lines and I dont have time but there was a
patrick? and do not have any to be your hand any whatever that spits hock a
loogie in your hand only to be said to you and only I do, I keep the nostrils
flared so you say you are a professional on the wall I saw two flies and I tied
their toes together toes and fingers and socks they swore socks and thieves in
the corner of the kitchen with their watches hope to be a few of a changing
clock hand you describe to me and joining their hair strands musical
instruments! along your friends land your toosh on the park grass let a sleep
be only if these are trees wow wow wow howl to the soluble spirits of
underwater bracelets and let the seer eat your ear nimble nibble I meant fold
the toes away fold away to you have you seen clones let you home catch
symptoms of table to frolic and push when you suddenly eat for days I say
wow, here is a friend, what a good skirt.
Narcotic Toppings To Some Degree
(collaboration with Nic Schmidt)
Goodnight!
bye George!
by George
bye Nic!
now theyre nodding at us
this is science right?
men in suits and labcoats nodding to each other
thats how personalities are born:
in taxis
you get away with it
even though its not a word
even if it is
hope they forgive me
those words
steal the whole alphabet from right under our noses
the whole bowl
its not cold when youre surrounded by good people
but theres no room left in my pocket.
Im not surprised you declined the staircase
either, we have nosy neighbours
There are headphones in inflatable background pools
in the background round I had a song stuck in my head
universal and shifting walls found against the palm of my hand
gee whiz
I fold when I lean into the laundry its dripping with noise
and still thirsty for time in a few weeks of a sudden
whats new? bent limbs in the bathtub
brew, somehow there are footprints in the soup
it is what it is in the room that is not really the room
the fridge shouts at us all day while our doorbell is
silent
Georgia Goodnow was born in California, USA, in 1994. She grew up in Canberra, Australia and is currently
living in Melbourne and studying a Bachelor of Fine Arts at the Victorian College of the Arts, University of
Melbourne. Goodnow is a multi-disciplinary artist, working predominantly in painting, as well as
installation, film, photography, performance, illustration and poetry.
Her work in each medium is linked by an underlying interest in everyday activities, routines, suburban
settings, familiar objects and the human body particularly as sites for the irrational. Each object, setting,
gesture or word has a distinct set of associations that come as baggage when handling them in everyday life,
which, when toyed with, elicits the feeling of being lost in a world inhabited by things that are known,
and asks us to see something for what it could be, rather than what we are conditioned to think it should be.
Goodnow has exhibited extensively throughout Australia and overseas, and places a strong emphasis on
collaboration and improvisation.
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