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Of Muse, Meandering and Midnight
Of Muse, Meandering and Midnight
Of Muse, Meandering and Midnight
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This is a striking debut volume by the winner of the Unaipon prize for unpublished Aboriginal writers. In a voice youthful, passionate and questioning, these poems reflect on growing up and on letting go; on urban dwellers in love and lust; and on the artist and his Murri community. The politics are unguarded and often amusing; and the language is playful, rhythmic and evocative. Ghosted by ancestors and muses, Watson's cityscape interweaves past and present.
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Release dateAug 1, 2012
ISBN9780702250415
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    Of Muse, Meandering and Midnight - Samuel Wagan Watson

    Dionysius.

    1

    of muse

    a prelude

    dropping a knife

    on one’s foot

    is nothing, like

    dropping tequilla

    on one’s tongue

    yet

    her floral dress

    begged me to...

    where as the night

    well,

    it just stayed outside

    magnesium girl

    I was kissing the girl

    with magnesium breath,

    all over me

    her burning hot magnesium

    ahh to touch

    the boundaries of delight

    and pain

    for you only hurt those you can love

    when lust becomes a mercenary

    for the weak hearted of humanity

    the magnesium breath

    inviting me to her bowl of splinters

    nothing but the frozen tears of her last love

    picked up in the rain

    and our relationship,

    a shrouded threesome,

    death always being

    that silent partner

    oh that magnesium girl

    with the strawberry hair

    how my black flesh and rye once lingered

    to be one with you

    my magnesium girl

    after 2am

    I wept along with the night

    two

    black

    hideous dimensions—

    myself and 3am

    releasing a crystal tide of bottled insanity

    while the shadows mocked

    our embrace

    and from then on

    I knew that forever

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