Full Description
The Wear of My Face is an assemblage of passing lives and landscapes, fractured worlds and realities. There is splintered text and image, memory and dream, newscast and conversation. Women wicker first light, old men make things that glow, poets are standing stones, frontlines merge with tourist lines. Lizz Murphy weaves these elements into the strangeness of suburbia, the intensity of waiting rooms, bush stillness, and hopes for a leap of faith as at times she leaves a poem as fragmented as a hectic day or a bombed street. What may sometimes seem like misdemeanours of the mind, to Lizz they are simply the distractions and disturbances of daily life somewhere. There is a rehomed greyhound, a breezy scientist, ancient malleefowl, beige union reps and people in all their conundrums. You might travel on a seagull's wing or wing through the aerosphere.
Contents
the architecture of pear
a woman's work
some things are orange
stray birds 1-10
the wear of my face
you can be cruel to a bee
girl in a park
how's the weather in binalong?
neighbours
strangelands
what is he making in there
preambles
another day
exodus
'war zone tours'
knots
please leave the door open
bat
greyhounds make great pets
we tried to tell him
red
shock jocks
his
zombies
cross my hand
like
i suffer not the work of fern
this is what we do
lines
all i could see
right of way
bag
(more ducks)
happy days
felt
dark space
scintillate
**
forecast
unlike a black cat
catchcry
takings
threats
locks
cracks
prey
penalty
**
rips
brown goshawk
mourning
conundrums
the refuge of art
points
signals
first things first
wheelbarrow
hedge
who's been eating the moon
back to basics
old spice
lost property
who will bury the pensioners
the power of prayer
what does it take to make white
bleached
prayer: quick & dirty
arrivals
bees
diapause
summer
you don't pay for any fancy overheads
protests
nobody's child
kids half price
syria's children
blood moon
acknowledgements
