another poem…
today i listened to the air
and the sky was clear
blue
more blue than i can ever recall
even though
inside the home
behind the curtains
contained by the fibro walls
my mother’s crying
shook me
and the air vibrated with her wailing
and my tears fell without a sound
and my heart quietly folded
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I am clumsy first thing in the morning. I love coffee. I am in the last stages of writing my PhD. I realised this as a result of two things. Firstly, my funding is going to run out soon and stocking up on noodles has begun, and secondly, my friends have started introducing me to new people as someone who is “finishing” her PhD (to which I smile, nod and slowly descend into a dark well of internal anxiety!). I’m very political and increasingly unconcerned if this confronts other people.
This blog is about politics and contains a range of styles; essays, rants, creative fiction and poetry. It is mostly a way for me to explore ideas and get a dialogue happening with other like-minded people.
Postpolitical refers to the demise of collective social movements in favour of a sort of depoliticising individualism committed to consumerism; postfeminism is one example that particularly bugs me. Anyway, hopefully I can develop this idea further.
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…’and my heart quietly folded’…
All I can say is, ‘wow.’ That’s powerful.
Thank you.
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