<nettime> child rajer

[selfsame@ozemail.com.au (meika)]

by

MEIKA VON SAMORZEWSKI

investigative poet

Hobart Tasmania Australia 1988

selfsame@ozemail.com.au

CHILD RAJER

.gress
.and gress, so
?do you remember
?do you remember the little bird that sat on somebodys thumb .the one that
flew away .one completely loved .it needed no windows to reach the trees
.remember it well ?did it fly away before the dream ?or did it fly away
when that dreamer woke ?when did it fly away
.superb blue wrens were native to south eastern australia, the males
carried the magnificent plumage, they carried the name, they wore the
beauty in the light of the sun .the males were in the majority, living in
their fathers lands, helping raise the next generation .many more males
were born than the females, than those who lay the eggs, that is, the ones
who left their family home to find another, where there were many males to
help in looking after young .the females had adventures, the males sought
securities .this superb blue wren, dowdy and brown, flew to the stars
.i did not remember, do not remember, any of this
.i was told about the bird in a letter saying hello, inquiring about my
health, and expecting a reply .this letter arrived toward the end of this
short life recounted for the reply .the communication also commanded, or
begged, that the repetition cease .i, Rajerhead, did not know what it was
talking about
.the child
shaking the incomtrolls incessantly, quiver, smash
.if running into For'd's sun could help !works of fiction indeed
.after the media described event, Rajer found one who discoursed distantly
upon the phenomena .the counsellor did help .Rajer is now involved in,
explicable by, a moral network, it was a new group .(and/or) where Rajer
was made manifest, objectly  .the blame and resentment would not linger
.the distant one said once it was done, complete, the origin found, the red
club of orphans would fade in the light .i had this dream
.who believed it was done, ran into sun .Rajer was one who hit the sun
.techniques of self in love orbit, why did everyone know
.that episode of fame creation is over, the work complete .and now the
distant sun, the source of life has been found .now in giving thanks
completely Rajer must look back without this present informing hindsight
and write of what took place a long time before then, a memoir .here it
begins with a bird flying away
.and then the letter with a very sharp beak arrived
?how are you
?do you remember
?are you like me
.the same question again and again
?can Rajer be described yet, immediately, directly .some, but no .such
clarity is not an issue ?where, when does it becomes an issue, and why
.Rajer can not be described, mapped, explained nor interestingly ignored
.there is no known simplicity that could prevent the self-portrait from
unravelling the clothes on Rajers back .what is left-over from this can
only be guessed, in a roundabout way, so lonely deeds are proper in the
tell
.this bodyact defensive was not the single excuse, a course of words.
.ahh, the present creeps in
a pity, very pity, the words must be used as asked .but this is the
selected action .it will describe Rajer in any case, all expression is
revelation .especially to those distant .to the interests of self, with or
not
.have been asked, in the truth of gift
.though even this is unimportant now .a refusal would have said as much as
a considered reply, who-are-you-writing-for, there would be lacking a
quality of detail, it is detail that we-live-for, and edit out .depth
ignores the moment
.so instead of describing physiognomy and physique, of the one beautiful
Rajer, or Rajerhead, mehead, we describe the body both politely and in its
paradise .we shall see and feel this character when it is chiselled into
the very slab that was placed over the westward wedgetomb
.it is not a clinical casestudy, evidencing for a phrenology, nor
experimenting in psychiatric powers, for there is no body anymore .none of
these exist, except in the dictionaries in our blood now
.thus we describe this body as it does not exist, but as an influence, an
importance, an interest, an inclination, regarding the continuing confusion
of categories and the myth of order .inside outside .you will be able to
feel your way even if you cannot see your own hand before you face, you
another nobody nowhere
?how do you do
.birdchild
.let the repetition fall on notice and report, gentle reader
.redress, let the stream begin in quanta, superposition without
probability, brainstorm, free association, blots, early thunder and
lightening, hammers pounding words, and truth
.Rajer's greatest fear was the axe no longer .that ancient thing
.Rajer bared metallic purple fangs
.boils burst and suppurated fragrances from orchids opening in the pock
marks along Rajers backbone
.ignoring auto-anthropophagological concerns
.Rajer spat on the wall
.run along chromosomes; the quasi-forces of reason, by reason of force, run
along home
.Rajer; snapshot of paedeogenetic cunjevoi, of chordates immaturing,
swimming in the wombwell
.unlikely navel gazing; trap of the ego year old
.beginning looking out
.withersoever
.formed
!chop !snap !cut
.Rajer may not want words to cut .turn around, and turn around, cannot
.may not .they jump and splice .need experience and help .Rajer needs the
midwife on hand .umbilicus .loosening to part of Rajerhead history
.in a tube there is no time, remember that .surfies tell me so
.the sharp letter eases Rajermind to a new sense of self .a new how; a
flash of flesh, but it flushes red, and feeds back to the memories, reading
them new
.the tubes were long, horrid surfaces .and this place was the birthplace
.and this was there, the love, the peace .this was where the bird found a
new country
.Rajer remembers well those times then, there, home and waking up young
.from here the running came not furtive but time bold .RUN .time lucrative,
pouring out illusions in the very sweat, salt of the seas, but there were
no tearsŠ
.good
.if only the nameŠ was allowed into Rajerhead, much knowntime now ?who
stops this, how do they benefit .that decision giving ignorance to Rajer,
knowledge was the decision, question .protection, imprison
?who is my kin
;? .?  ?an unholy alliance had offered Rajer an answer for a price, but how
did they know, how could/would they benefit from Rajer awakening in turn
.the price itself .no .no
?and how had they found Rajer ?why did they not blackmail instead
.hands manipulated air .stressed
.Rajerhead considered yeasaying the offer .for what good Rajer was unsure
.for the quark of it .but Rajerhead decided not to worry about who or who
not this maybe might be, it was of no importance now
.uncertainty, this was perhaps the only true beneficiary
.excepting, accepting time, time after time the dole and it came granted
often and fast .in the tubings, everywhere in this exploration .doledays
far apart
.the play was slack .by way of explanation
.Rajer came of enshelled Rajerhead, now unshelled was as seething as the
coffee poured, the oily nice coffee, as it bubbled boiling into the plain
unadorned cup holding a spooning of sugar .all energy costly, ceremonial
.it was decided
.that was moment .walking back to the seat, Rajer turned on the downwaver,
it quaintly clanked out music, gaschamberorchestra .drinking .settled in
the chair Rajer felt pleasure in the pulchritudinous moments pooling past
.tomorrow, tomorrow time to throwtube, Rajer was sure .moving had always
seemed harder than meteoring, that is effort even when born in gladness
.but this day would be no depressure, be big goodbye .run
.morninglighting
.the room fell open into the kitchenwall, the cold near empty cup placed
into the washer and the remains of yesterday left in the coolspace were
taken out and consumed as a breakfast was taking its time for the machine
had not yet begun the chosen menu routine preset daily before .Rajer was up
early on this day of default breaking
.so Rajer began last minute packing, most items and codings were in that
patty transfer bundle .there was not so much to pack, so there was not much
to not pack, little choice, time saved ?and was the yesterday to be
remembered .only instant insanity can respond with an affirmation
.farewell machinetime in the city of mines
.as Rajer sat, bags closed, breakfast began .eyeing quizzically at a
thought, yes too so, to so
.the com came on alarmingly
Rajer ate bite after bite
.the com stopped ringing .a bite after bite .give a fortune .no
?know who the morning caller was .yes .refuse to answer
!state satan is a fool !an unco gazob
.state satan was boring without remission, every word now, this is state satan
.Rajer knew state satan wellong, V-long into a dark falling night .later
even knowing more and more .oddments like gifts in an ancient department
store
.regret almost formed occasion, but after occasion ran everything to
momentary enjoyment .this moment now, no, never again
?where will Rajer run ?Rajerhead runs into estrangement .alienation's
estrangement .detachment;  minimal abstraction
.the com came on ringing again and Rajer answered, onor appearing bright
out of the screen .a cloadscreen replacement now, Rajer rejected the
pre-installed potscreen, a much too efficient atmosphere changer, and
cloadscreens unneed multiple shift mapping .allowing extra ram for rajplay
.fashiontone appreciation was not perceived allowable, or understood
.onor frowned, like a dreaming fornicator without Kali
*?why didnt you answer state satan's call just then .such ignoring is not
pleasant ?has refusal and boycott become a socialway, what of our life
?what next
.what reason Rajer had here in collecting onor's call, comes from onor's
roll in answer to the question .grub metal to dust, onor, call it rust
*state satan is a fool, onor, a fool
*Rajer, Rajer, Rajer, no no no, pomo corruption everywhere, tubingtime
closes, and now, gotime now for Rajer .Rajer going .go grab that worldview,
here in the panopticon !here in the panopticon
*there is now forest now, dont use the old words on me onor .Rajer will not
wear them
*thou model prisoner, running intoŠunspeakingŠ !
.Rajer cut the com uncleanly .the com rang anther call ?cut call switch .no
answer .undecision followed by whathell
*hello, how are you Rajer Suring Roomspacers have a large number of product
ranges in unselected types of spacetakers from Clovis III and we wonder if
you would like to perverse our complete perusal catalogue
.Rajer pressed, ignoring the spiels informative voice vomiting the shit
chic, and cut in a randslect to the noise
.leave state satanhead to work it through .mark it down onor .score it
.while markey marketing made fill time .Suring Roomtakers knew coop or
klect arguments well enough to step in quicker than anger itself .jump on
the statistical occurrence of the need to consume anything in moments of
distress .perhaps onor was right now buying a new metal frock .Rajer
giggled in a corner quietly .poor onor
.time moved on understanding in an understood entropy .that this tubing was
over, was true, but was no gonehome .the addle had grown up
.the child
.bags packed, there was still an hour to wait
.the copious writer of death, downing in time running fascinated Rajer,
forget that sex worry from onor, state satan ?oh what is there, what do,
does Rajer onor state satan fear in exploring, exposing fear !anxious
maybes .not even noat navigator extraordinaire could help the crashtuber
three, now gone
.farewell
.noat came this moving early morning ?how come .no idea ?persecution humour
.noat knocked on the door .bang, bash, nack
.termination after twenty minutes, of advert from Suring Roomspacers,
prognosis no purchase .off com .silence
*hello
*hello
.theyhead left the homehole, walked to the transitube .Rajer and holdings
left the smial .goodbye, gone
.sixteen minutes 34.2 seconds past the hour
.tens minutes before masscommute time, only a crawler came a bucksing
.Rajer had never seen a busker .street muso .never been out .weaving darker
cloths than the carrythoroughs, made of woven emu feathers and hair .came
to sing of times out on sulky .a joke .a political fraud some believed
.some smiled .yes noat navigator extraordinaire was here .as always, noat
would be there
*everything is channelled properly, Rajer, and Rajer, noat will be off
before soon, eh? as they say on Clovis III
.Rajerhead abhorred flavours of the month, not as an anti-flavour, nor on
principle or in favour of a flavour of the year .Clovis III was said to be
pleasant .noat laughed, well we should better go before mass transit timing
.its very soon
*you think overload noat.
*yes
.break to silence erupting time
*go, go, go, go now .Rajer begone, load the Rajer stuff, yes done .step in,
*goodbye tubings
*so long Rajer, enjoy the ambience of the port, and tolerate the voyage
with a little patience, do not argue with the digitalhead
.the child arrived in a new city
.Sast the Method, the star omreel of the station, was coming in a position
with a presence that was a bit suss, but a good healthy ambiguity
nonetheless .not at all decrepit, it allowed a greater Create in the voyeur
.who alone in situ was who, unaware of the diagramlike paradigm followed by
Sast the Method, and felt completely one .only payment turned the circle
trick
.Haygul, voyeur, smiled beatifically all over the scene
.Sast slept superficially .no questions asked, the cotton and the crystal
supplied all the contextual default necessary .fetish and style were the
old words worn here .hoping for hagiographical survival
.happier Haygul relaxed and slowly the lights dim, until it was too dark to
see the room 4by5.6m, the decorum yellow, all cottons yellow too, the
uranium crystal, and even Sasts skin, though hair black, braided evaded
.the cotton was uncut from rolls, nipponin styled, all drapes, 2 rolls from
the earthome about planet Swhere .the crystal came cut from a nowhere
nearby .manyhand overcut by crafters, the forms were of the imaginary kind,
and so true to themselves .presented like emaciated crofters in dreams
staring at the sheep their grandchildren flock in great southern lands
cleared of their own humanity
.Everything in this room was of this planet, yes even the cotton of
earthome about planet Swhere, this city had imported it for centuries, life
without it just would not be possible, like chocolate, at least they did
not starve in the earthome about the planet Swhere .Cotton, power, wealth,
this backwater society lived on it, bread of life their trade .even on
Swhere called it Yell cloth, such was the trade pidgin .a play in the old
language astranootion on yellow and yelling, the trader had always yelled
about their wares on the floor of the market covered in the yellow stuff .a
marketing myth explaining the world
.Sast the Method crawled out from under the material just before it was
dark completely oh what a wonderful world austrastra was
.Haygul met Rajer on the way out
*Good, my Haygul
*Yes in every very, sosh
*you need not call me sosh, my Haygul
*pause is thereŠ
*no
.out the word came as the last step in the vestibule led out the swirldoor
.to the transit planarum or more properly, the consumall .the energy used
there was vast, Rajerhead never stopped considering the impact upon psyche
and consciousness .an unguarded quality ?wheres the air
.Rajer stared out into the flux as it swam by, all the cruisers, all the
fuckers, all the punters, all it out there in redlight .cruisers annoyed
Rajerhead most, their cruisy ways, in their cruisy cafs, though at least
they never wore cotton, their hepway .Way where to go .Or in, or here
.the reception box said Rajer .Rajer .Rajer
*yes
*there is a consumer presenting to the door
*yes
*now
.noticing the one step through the door swirling in .Rajer smiled .an
experience came again on the consciousness .Rajer thought i, i smile, so,
they come, i smile, i smile and feel like slime, i have become slimy .i
spread like the melting butter on my toast under my knife .i and Rajer
laughed aloud .more old words .another perbuff comes to crash .and i get
paid for my time of emotionless professionalism, detaching me from
Rajerhead .in this backwater .where they chose to be so .where to wombwell
is outlawed and ovamen are shot down with hate and prejudice
.Rajer felt free here .Rajer smiled knowingly, familiarly
*Ah Rajer, you recognise me, i plan, i conceive, prepare and begin and
finally arrive here, i come and in i stand and you seem miles away, forgive
the archaism but ive been to µbourne again, on a visit, and where i thought
up this practical joke of coming in disguise, another practical joke, i
know, forgive me, sorry, forgive ?you seemed miles away, you notice and you
laugh, what can i say
.Rajer was stunned .silence- .pause, click
*well, i always was one for heresy to ages past, madness without reference,
printing and knowledge and heresy
*?what
.time another archaism, reference to incontinent bowels
.and i am the brown tongue must look it up, .yes, now ?the usual
*no, no flaring this time [click oh patty Rajerhead, its forgully an Swho ]
i want to try cryscot you know, not for the need of a new experience, the
new sensation, i need a new emotion, and i am able to afford what i want
.needs become wants, this is progress arh room 4by5.6m my forgully an Swho
*yes, ive been told its very uphup at the mo
*yes it is .very popular .you may go in at once, my forgully an Swho
*good Rajer !!seeing
.Rajer nodded, another dangler, and Swho wandered to the door frame of
possibilities, or so the brochure description made it so, to hold it down
more firmly .Rajer nodded
.there were three 4by5.6 rooms, or cryscots, they were popular and
oversubscribed now, always occupied, there was usually a waitlist, bookings
were heavy, Swho was lucky, Rajer never ceased to wonder at life .downgrin,
bluebeat, in tubings back then there .far .out .some are never lucky
.Sast the Method cryscot, imprin the addid and omreel cryscots, this omreel
was a fellow tuber, in fact omreel had got Rajer the rouseabout job at the
station .the job, before anybody told Rajerhead about getting a job
.mentioning what jobs were
.Rajerhead had not known about jobs, Rajer knew work, worked often, worked
hard and long .but this was worse .day over soon .in daze gone by in
elasticity .not that it was a real job
.three years now
.with friends .sitting down after work, in the pub where a lot of
outfleshers were matring it .their sweat, gloss and mussies, designated
stubble, beards in beads, locks unlocked, tatts deeding action to the hair,
was ignored .except that, amongst them all, the friends felt imbetweenie
and of the generation generic, that has dominated by default for millions
of centuries .and it was hard for the deaf old rejuvenated bodies to listen
to Rajer
.but jived, moving to mazle, they attended to Rajerhead relating an
important memory Rajer had of noat navigator extraordinaire .it was the
best Rajerhead, in a grand soliloquy, ever managed to explain to others not
of my-world, a mere reminiscence, yes but there was tension about the
metatarsals
*backtrip and flash .ammars all
Sast asked *?Tuber, Tuber, Tubers, the co-op and klect mines you tell often
but, what is this thing called friendship and love
.Rajerhead thought and Rajer wore the answer in a story
*once upon a time, noat sagelike, wandered over to the textlored and said
pisstakingly, quietly, why are you here?
*and the textlored trembled .now Rajerhead now dont know if you understand
what this means, you are so different, your cultural complexes, moralityŠ
how you say? forgotten? yes? your culture has forgotten us, but we
understand you still and moving well enough .coming here Rajer is lost and
astounded, but there you would be bemused and becalmed
*anyway awayed now, Rajer remembers intemp many times we watched in the
park where many (Rajerhead knows of none here) digitals stood still like
plants but wanting life like animals, but this was not possible
*noat navigator extraordinaire, took usheads to this park where many of
these were standing inbefore (inbefore is a good word but this makes no
sense here, i know) .no i-tell-a-fib, who toured there inbefore, so never
left, obscured by their bemusement into distant persona, bods locked into
the park grid, sculpture of their calm, they grinned all the time, but head
see, they are not like you at all, minds with no flesh, great sadness
*why are you here at all? ourhead sage followed up, but it was not a
questioning but a statement, a rhetoricalling question you say, to say this
to one digitals, and a textlored, to turn a phrase so, to address the
sculptures of the touristrap so !insult them, shame them .never ?get the
nod .mehead thought it was a time to split, or be sundered by the by the
ritual keepers, but no
*the textlored spat My name is secret Šwhen do i wake? .but then was struck
dumb, shock of the boo, the statue digital never spoke again .and this a
blisspresent of All, sculptured
*us unwarpo weheads, the poral with skin dripping from very open poral
pits, who were with noat there who knew the textlored well, as did all
tubinger populators, did tremble and shake in fear, our livers went clink
.but we knew ourhead noat navigator as us .though webod did not realised
all the significance, webod felt it .what symbols were curbed to the
emblematic in notice, wehead did not understand what happened though, with
out notice, sensing different,
*state satan, onor and RajerŠ
.the ground beneath the listing ground changed tack in the fashionwinds,
response, falling into rhythmic squalls of exciting unbland coloured
storms, the sails crack without, with usheads notice, unnotice .Rajer went
on with the story
*it was this day Rajerhead asked Rajerhood .there was a sex worry, wethree
were breaking up, it was out of control, and the tubings held bad air
.there was no answer so Rajerhead asked noat, but noat said escape was
impossible .and then said that the impossible did not exist, of course, and
soon you will go !go soon funanimal, humanimalŠ
.Rajer cried .Sast consoled Rajer, *start from another beginning that we
maybe grasp easily, tall usheads the trip the story you start and bits fall
but we loose what thread Rajer pretends not to have there wrapt there up in
the fabric, dont defer time, many scrimps have we heard, repeat, the othes
ask, but we get the vibes, we grooversumers, i wont to hear it all
otherwise, here let it all out, out youheadself, get out of it
.a quiet time, the bustle grotty musculature of the fleshers in the caf
went on backgrounding behind us no-bods, we only noticed echoes from the
false-pastel rostral cupolas .so usheads left the trendy cafe, the place to
be seen, and without a word went to Sasts splace .for Sast was bilover, our
klects nexus spouse
.Rajer tried to finish sweetly spoke again, *yes othes, Rajer, Rajerhead
will now .yousheads are right, a bit .it begins now, and begins with all
the usheads never there with noat, though Rajer is noat, as Rajer is onor,
as Rajer is state satan, and here are now before them in the park with the
becalmed digital behind us, this is the beginning, when time was fast but
it seems that these days were lifecycle long gone in my memory, so much
learned, never forgotten, so much ignored
*yes Rajer's formation novelties for us now, what freedom we create .the
tubings had none but were much the same
*Šyes, noat navigator extraordinaire was only an uncool outtuber,
slagbrain, headfucker, and a good friend .deformed from usheads .we were
in, and once in were into it .oh sweet .it is inexplicable
*for what wehead needed was a hug machine
*heed the memory ?Sast, does Rajerhead say head too often ?too many headings
*Rajer, you head voice is yours, say hair or ear, if need be
*need, there is too much pain
*yes
.Sast moved across the rooming took the pot off the stove and ran water
over it removing dust and the grot that collects on the disused items of a
hearth, food was nearly on its way .all contributions toward the heat death
of the universe gladly accepted .all the lugging
.us heads and Sast made their way in through the door now, the space was
full, who they all were Rajer remember not. they were good, but still
Rajerhead and Rajer the Alien became a little nemesistic, it was not
noticed .we attempted to melt back into the abyss
.people began to prepare the meal, words finished without an end, giving in
to the moment Rajer helped, cutting sweet purple onions into very small
diced pieces on an old tubingware, original Rajer exodus baggage, headsay
.how much old lolly it had cost then .fried them in heartwire oil,
everything was in its place
*noat was like a parent to us
.Rajerhead had just learnt that in the week after Rajer left the tubings in
Tubias, the whole structure of the newen was hit by a blackcomet and nearly
everyone in the mining citiship was killed .everyone Rajer had left behind
that gave meaning to escape, were dead and gone .there could be no return
.dis aster
.Rajer the fortunate refugee
.Rajer sat down and began to weep
.gress, always gressing
.numbering never numbered
.with Sast, Rajer was stroking through the crowd, and came across a poet
strike street cred, loudly singing "i want to be a good slave, /i want to
be a happy little slave /i want to buy a coke" .it got worse "i am a figure
of fun, what the fucks to be done, i cant wait for the end of the worldŠ"
.and so on and so it went .old songs .the crowd parted while Rajer stared
and stared at the veryblack hair, .the dark grey obtusely meeting
surrounding rainbow gaiety
.Sast patronised quietly, this poet does not exist, i thought you said you
had stopped believing in things ages ago .foolfull my stone grooved Rajer,
know you nothing about masochists or sadists or fascists yet .and yet i
care .you service it, this shit, and you will live on their happenings,
your questions become hangups .a no good habit
.poet sang on, oblivious to the leaping concrete architecture valiantly
failing to make its presence felt .a notice that came to Rajerhead in
memories only later, when texts betray their age
.we leap
.the anyzone is a city of streets and more, built, build, many ways, built
to live in, lived it is built,
.we meet ourselves in the city, peace in the settlement, down, down the
street to the river, street unnumbered the house dilapidate into prisons
.the goths too learnt it all, leaning hips flattened against the wall,
noncontour
.in another job, back to today now
.a life drawing model .Rajer's nakedness was left behind with the clothes,
those instruments, organs, mechanisms, fabrications of total and complete
irrelevance .Rajerheadbod felt the relief of leaving it draping the stool
on the left side of the door, reclining for those who were drawn to this
sort of thing
.escaping identity and status .clothes abstract the body, as texts
papermark, type things into classes, weaving usefulness .and gone tomorrow
.the class must learn to accept their own speculation, not the projection
of the abstraction
.Rajer lay body down, allowing the eye to come follow down line, over
plane, the odd overlap .it was not a posture but a capture of movement
.part of a slow flow, giving to let itself wear a certain self regard
.there was no need to be completely still and as sexless as a statue, as a
cast of a life model being cast .Rajer watched to see if the class could
draw Rajer embodying Rajerhead in Rajerbody, would draw the body, or would
draw themselves in someway
.Rajerhead noticed the latter as usual as on it went and timesuring spent
.Rajer would not be regarded as a great artist until the class drew what
Rajer gave, when the class saw no object, no body, but clothed their chosen
medium with Rajer's intention
.Rajer was hiding here at work, as a word had come to reveal, not revere,
past identity, hiding in a despairing disparity between security and
identity .hiding before escape and rescue .to hide in the open
.few of those studying Rajer's form drew the refusal, shading with
coversion, from the lines before them now .Rajerhead heard their pencils,
pens, whatnot, there was no other sound and time faded into intimate detail
.Rajerbody grew a penis for their eye, self and hands to draw, forgetting
the testicles
.Rajer laughed .Rajerbod and some frowned at it, or at the movement .these
were exacters, purists with little reading on life, "The world is a
program, it is not a book." .the retrogarde are no good at even the lost
arts and sciences .but then what else do we do with the ashes, metaphor and
debt .the rhetoric of pride cares with heavy duty sincerely, duty is only
due the state of tributary societies .when tricks were a sleight of mouth
handing over rights sycophantic .great gestures .Oh!no, here comes the
truth again .a bod is draped over the hood of a car or a relationship
.Rajer sat on edge of it all then moved to a new position
.Rajer left the work of comporting and went home to open, read the letter
that had arrived that morning .the letter was writ in marks, tastes, smell
and sounds, enveloped in iridescent blue feathers .said i was the
selflovechild of some ancient writer, the clonex twin .said i did not know
who i was .said i must not repeat the pattern of abuse .said we must take
responsibility
.says Rajer, perhaps only to Rajerhead, *Rajer dont understand, dont
remember dreaming within the egg in the little bird .dont remember the bird
flying away, leaving two footprint scars on your thumb ?what was Rajer
dreaming there .dont know, dont care, but Rajer can guess the rest
.so hours now gone into privacy, the parts we play, alone, in crowds, in
history, in the family way, go a little further, give a little more and i
kiss the letter and it flies away home to gress

CHILD RAJER

by

MEIKA VON SAMORZEWSKI

investigative poet

Hobart Tasmania Australia 1988

selfsame@ozemail.com.au


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