I wrote this in 2011 while studying poetry at Monash University. I thought it’d be a fitting first post.

A Review of the Short Film ‘Darkness, Light, Darkness’ by Jan Švankmajer

Little stings like incompetence:
the knowledge
that my body, at the
peak of its faculties,
will give way;
and what I’ve learned with
age (if not posted in blogs)
will revert to vapour.

I acquire whilst nostalgic
for a
limbless state:
the safety of ignorance;
the freedom of naiveté;
dependence of infancy.
I acquire and
exchange, clinging to parabolae.
I acquire,

but the silo bursts.
The metal rusts.
The salt floods out
for ants and birds,
dissolving in the morning dew.