Dear We Have Been
Anthony Autumn responds to ‘Barricadia’ by Sahej Rahal at CCA, 16 September - 29 October
DEAR WE HAVE BEEN
unbounded traipsing
forever beyond this
there is nothing
but the contours of
the better place that
underlies the formless
universe of contingency
made our conversation soft
glaze of moonlight
on human skeletal lengths
an ox’s head lolling tongue
was the beginning we are
but among the verbs
many more seem
to remember listening
the shadows did not forget
to say to the others
that once and at once
ever loved them look
eyes veiled our feet change
in shape march growth
slowly and reconfigurement
left in writing gutters
two-step toying meaning
morning might be
a little hectic tempered
prodigies and fictions enable
us to lose us
for moments collapse together
in ancient fires find joy
each individual imagination
in dire times making
history fake artefacts
a globe composed
of two conjoined halves
ostriches conjure pop-culture
and collect missile
parts for playthings
are the fictions omnipresent
dear we this world
is ovular we know
now ego exploited
existing weakness is a
monstrous idea needing
tools anachronisms we
fear we find weapons
in caves the recessed
walls warp what we project
absolute satisfaction of passion
health and adventure the
word fugue written
in milk the only inhabitants
are poor gods their patchwork
garments the tropes we
wondered should we steal
we are in need remembering
value these little bits
of everything remain
impartial the landscape these days
undoing shame and
the poets and inventors
of fables make laughter
life children respond
some awe an act no
longer an act our
worlds misread interpretation
open hopes change
direction strengthens
altar snapshot perspective repeating
our misplaced prophecies
funny thought this body
noting nothing by day glare
through absurdist lenses
critique us all shaman
clay moulds shapeless
being the end impatient
with limits we think
a saint vanished
traceless as that which is language
out there becoming
unapproachable stuff sandy
deserts the dead tree
gives no shelter it all
drops into place myth
seeds a new vision
of huge objects on
the horizon flickers
light like an epistle
redacted to fit the times dear
we are always different
in our ways of being
read and we are here
and now wandering aimlessly
and at large with agility
and evolution on our side
and even with each other
and with love
there is no credit
or certainty any further
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Anthony Autumn is an artist whose varying practice centres on writing. Previously a dedicated performance poet and editor-at-large of HOAX publication, Anthony currently programmes and runs art and creative writing workshops and contributes written and spoken work to publications, exhibitions and events.