Five Bells

Five Bells

A simple post of appreciation.

What endures? What survives the oven flames?

What is left behind after death, and has no use but a sign that one was living and now is dead?

What survives our desperate last plunge into the cold blue sink?

Five bells.

Kenneth Slessor’s Five bells, brilliantly performed with sonic art on a now retired ABC Radio National poetry show.

To endure you must begin. To survive you must write without success…

Only for those five bells

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Impermanence

Impermanence

There are fragments of songs from my youth stirring.

Not lyrics, but angry frustrated declamations.

No madness lasts forever.

Time, the avenger.

We are time. We are the last

Life is short, after all and full of stuff.

We are searching for a way to break you, time. To break you, mind.

Some new kind of kick.

Temporary

All will be now, dreams are too fast

You are the first

We are the last

Are the last

Black letter lies

Credits to the pop group and the cramps.