I happen to have the good fortune --
Sheila.
Yes, [INAUDIBLE].
You might want to put that in your pocket just so it
doesn't--
Oh, you're right.
It could just traipse off and wind up --
Thank you.
This is a pantoum.
It's called "Fraser Island Pantoum" about a sand island
in Queensland, Australia.
And you know a pantoum is lines two and four--
sorry, lines 2 and 4 become lines 1 and 3 in the succeeding
quatrain and on it rolls into perhaps infinity
were it not for the end is my beginning
thing with the first line becoming the last.
"Fraser Island Pantoum.
Random fluctuations of the wind gift
eloquence to land, extract gel blue cadenzas
from sans midnight.
In my heart versus in sleep there is no winter.
All the trinket birds desist from leavening
my theoring sense of sight.
Extract gel blue cadenzas from sans midnight.
Stamina becomes the consummate attention.
All the trinket birds desist from leavening my hearing
sense of sight while dingoes lope along
the beach with reputations.
Stamina becomes the consummate attention.
In motion, reciprocity spirals an infinity of madness.
Dingoes lope along the beach with reputations.
I am a sotto voce city girl at rest.
In motion, reciprocity spirals an infinity of magnets.
Moments between myself and anyone
begin within repeat signs.
I am a sotto voce city girl at rest.
Scribbles on gum trees speak to me in fluent seeds.
Moments between myself and anyone
begin within repeat signs.
Rust shows muscle as the flesh of flowers.
Scribbles on gum trees speak to me in fluent seeds.
What following protection of the woods is left to flow.
Rust shows muscle as the flesh of flowers.
We have left sentences with ships in them
where water seams the sand.
What following protection of the woods is left to flow.
Seeds flush with nourishment or poison.
We have left sentences with ships in them
where water seams the sand.
It is our nature to be rich in relaxation.
Seeds flush with nourishment or poison.
Quandongs simplify into a currency.
It is our nature to be rich in relaxation.
Sand blows our found poems.
Quandongs simplify into a currency as satinés confirms
sweet views beyond scrub lands.
Sand blows our found poems.
We sculpt ephemera into relationships
as satines confirms sweet views beyond scrub lands.
A turquoise color strains unwanted thought
for near physical infinity.
We sculpt ephemera into relationships.
In my heart versus in sleep there is no winter.
A turquoise color strains unwanted thought
for near physical infinity.
Random fluctuations of the wind gift eloquence to land."
[APPLAUSE]