the skirt as a tree

Reading John Cage For The Birds and Kristin Linklater, Freeing the Voice at the same time... one and then the other, opening my throat and listening to Bessie Smith cracking sound open... a man has just been crushed to death by an elephant in northern New South Wales. There are too many things to fit into words. writing starts from that place at the top of the throat...there are birds in trees.

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