Languish
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Marion May Campbell
Marion May Campbell is a prize-winning author who has written novels, theatre works, poetry, short fiction, essays, reviews and academic literary papers. She has been the recipient of awards, literature grants and residencies, including one at the Freie Universität, Berlin. She studied French and German literature and has subsequently taught French, comparative literature and creative writing at various Australian universities. She currently supervises graduate writing projects at the University of Melbourne. konkretion is her fifth work of fiction.
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Languish - Marion May Campbell
I. our heels on the throat of their song
speechless
in this drought-struck place rain is
ellipsis between blurred passages
is loss & longed for location
for us who stutter belatedly
out of numbing to trace
new tracks through this flayed flesh
yes please & still the myopic girl peers
through the long heat haze
the big print men shimmer in as
the luxury of our exquisite unsaid
develops over centuries from the filigree
we grope in the anticipatory susurration
fricatives sizzle somewhere for us
plosives plonk & roll like whiskered seals
amused in reef pools & listen as
the nasals find their flutes
we trust in our long withheld power
verbs that’ll paint us in
but more now the lightning
strike that’ll turn any noun electric
in steeped cumulus & wire us straight
to nerve where new synaptic flares
& vaults occur but only once we’ve
sleepwalked through years & years towards
writing in our maybe-modes to break
this isolation of wounded consciousness
whose claim to suffer cannot reach
the billion lives that we detain
in the tropic margins of our precious
speechlessness
against this flint
she flung the red placenta of self
against the sky then came the crows
their shadows a darker red rode
the crimson & viridian marked the zone
where was aborted what she might’ve been
she should’ve known
never to trust a man who loved
the double-vulvaed headless dolls
of Hans Bellmer
she flew to the smiling woman
in dreams blind and sure
like a bat’s radar
the smiling woman didn’t have a clue
who on earth
this petitioner was
Violette Leduc said she was born
on the tip of the town hall clerk’s
pen – inked into law
as outlaw she wrote & drove
the black to market the outward drive
against the inner pull
the unknown tugging within
the known exquisite
ache of it
she wants the extreme
naked encounter no code
can register
rapscallion if only like Teresias
seven years woman
I could ovulate & seed
without that know-it-all irony
of fate she said how to strike
another self against this flint
I want this book Artaud wrote
that I suspend in life to be gnawed at
by external