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chapbook series 1.1 june 2015 a light shed DEREK BEAULIEU a
light shed MICHAEL FARRELL roughly proofed LUKE PATTERSON over the
suns disc GEORGIA GOODNOW turn your to-do lists inside out when you
wash them
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GEORGIA GOODNOW turn your to-do lists inside out when you wash
them
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your chit chat is radiant! he yelled to me as i finished rubbing
toothpaste into his bathroom mat it smells of kites and clean each
of us are decorated in our own routine : withered umbrellas hang
their ribs on hooks
in the hallway
and prepare for evening strolls
shivers of greatness and expectations of fame
rustle upside down children
who breed their toenails and fingernails together
despite their promise to their parents
the world does not need your permission
clouds will drop shadows with or without you
and Ill continue to press my teeth as if they were piano
keys
furiously, but with some restraint.
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Contagious I once tried to colour in all my freckles with a pen
but I have things to do A breakfast of electricity before we get
lost in our routines Moisturise your to-do lists in the arms of our
friends colours their upside-down ideas are floating like lemons in
the punchbowl For sure, my friend, turn back to the papers in your
hand and bite your fingernails till you hear the full stop . People
interested in all kinds of supermarket specials shrug their
conversations hidden in plain sight Its a good game to play as you
look out the window to find the line between forehead and not at
all forehead lets collaborate with gravity
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to achieve the perfect posture He also told me it was something
to do with eating lamps but hesitation held his pen PhD written in
alphabet soup I whisper, early symptoms the mosquitos can smell you
from miles away its a good thing youre not contagious.
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Helen I stand at the counter next to Helen: blue counter, white
cabernet, empty walls. I watch as the mug grows hind legs and
crawls across our context: Just black lines, Helen. Helen Helen
Helen Helen Helen In tones of screeching keyboards it calls out her
name and it echoes down down the the halls halls I turn to face
her: H-E-L-E-N This conversation we are having is one I have been
having for weeks The window is noisy so I shut it. This
conversation we are having Helen. Hid the words behind her own
cheeks. Helen, Im dreamt of you in a sonnet.
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many numerous a great good deal of a lot of a large great number
of great quantities of countless innumerable myriad with plenty of
various crowds of droves of army of a horde of a multitude of a
multiplicity of multitudinous multiple untold of abounding
bounteous bountiful divers busy with legion teeming rife no end of
plentiful populous prevalent uncounted alive with infinite wad
manifold of several numberless sundry assorted stacks of in
abundance with various diverse multifarious masses of piles of bags
of copious abundant frequent umpteen shedloads in a profusion of
profuse in loads of scads of heaps of oodles of slews and gobs of
tons of dozens of hundreds of thousands of millions of billions of
zillions of trillions of more than one can shake a stick at.
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Gargle
Filling yearning tummies full of stockings Everyone spending
their time emptyStomachs giving each other weird looks: full
Swaying household pets
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dont trip because certain windows have crusts Walk walk walk Im
hope to find loosen your soles and tread threads through foothills.
danger. dont. with patches on your shoulders you cant believe what
they say I dare you thats not to say, underestimate coat hangers
and you will pay. Share those mouthfuls with the windows and draw
back the curtains let them stretch no longer. Saucers rattle when
they write the word coward
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their pencils are too blunt, I tried to watch but I couldnt feel
thoughts the music was far too loud. So suspicious, are those
people on the sofa? what curious toasty characters each with an eye
on a loaf.
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Before too long our journey was arrested by an old lady who
called us props: I walked until what a good skirt Sorry never have
I ever dont be the man in the hat with the shoe their was to be ok
ok and never eating, of ending, and to this day I could sneeze
however I wanted to be want singularity stop listening to the
dancers head stop, listening all together and he had his shoe again
in a few months no way to stop nor the shiny creepy minutes that
sit on the clock tick shoe tick hoho Im not going to be able t read
this is you how could you Im disappointed and the rain upsets my
stomach and so does it your no no no nono sleep with your shoes on!
these are just lines and I dont have time but there was a patrick?
and do not have any to be your hand any whatever that spits hock a
loogie in your hand only to be said to you and only I do, I keep
the nostrils flared so you say you are a professional on the wall I
saw two flies and I tied their toes together toes and fingers and
socks they swore socks and thieves in the corner of the kitchen
with their watches hope to be a few of a changing clock hand you
describe to me and joining their hair strands musical instruments!
along your friends land your toosh on the park grass let a sleep be
only if these are trees wow wow wow howl to the soluble spirits of
underwater bracelets and let the seer eat your ear nimble nibble I
meant fold the toes away fold away to you have you seen clones let
you home catch symptoms of table to frolic and push when you
suddenly eat for days I say wow, here is a friend, what a good
skirt.
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Narcotic Toppings To Some Degree
(collaboration with Nic Schmidt) Goodnight! bye George! by
George bye Nic! now theyre nodding at us this is science right? men
in suits and labcoats nodding to each other thats how personalities
are born: in taxis you get away with it even though its not a word
even if it is hope they forgive me those words steal the whole
alphabet from right under our noses the whole bowl its not cold
when youre surrounded by good people but theres no room left in my
pocket.
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Im not surprised you declined the staircase either, we have nosy
neighbours There are headphones in inflatable background pools in
the background round I had a song stuck in my head universal and
shifting walls found against the palm of my hand gee whiz I fold
when I lean into the laundry its dripping with noise and still
thirsty for time in a few weeks of a sudden whats new? bent limbs
in the bathtub brew, somehow there are footprints in the soup it is
what it is in the room that is not really the room the fridge
shouts at us all day while our doorbell is silent
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Georgia Goodnow was born in California, USA, in 1994. She grew
up in Canberra, Australia and is currently living in Melbourne and
studying a Bachelor of Fine Arts at the Victorian College of the
Arts, University of Melbourne. Goodnow is a multi-disciplinary
artist, working predominantly in painting, as well as installation,
film, photography, performance, illustration and poetry.
Her work in each medium is linked by an underlying interest in
everyday activities, routines, suburban settings, familiar objects
and the human body particularly as sites for the irrational. Each
object, setting, gesture or word has a distinct set of associations
that come as baggage when handling them in everyday life, which,
when toyed with, elicits the feeling of being lost in a world
inhabited by things that are known, and asks us to see something
for what it could be, rather than what we are conditioned to think
it should be.
Goodnow has exhibited extensively throughout Australia and
overseas, and places a strong emphasis on collaboration and
improvisation.
[email protected]
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Sippy Cup a journal of other writing
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Edited and assembled by Kay Are on Wurundjeri.
