Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- Saving
- Out of this World
- Observatory
- Zentralfriedhof
- How to Remember
- Europe
- What's Gone Blue
- Plain Tongues
- As the Crow Flies the Sun Rips Day Open
- Boy
- The Roof
- Eva Braun in Linz
- Yellow
- My Girl in California
- St Peter
- The Soldiers
- Palace
- Outside Vienna
- Neutral Air
- Woman
- How to Forget
- The Sound
- In Time
- The Lever
- Fourteen Mistakes
- The Fall
- The Hold I Have
- Centre Strange
- Born Breathing
- The Heads
- Home
- Epilogue
- Maker
- Acknowledgements
Fourteen Mistakes
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- Saving
- Out of this World
- Observatory
- Zentralfriedhof
- How to Remember
- Europe
- What's Gone Blue
- Plain Tongues
- As the Crow Flies the Sun Rips Day Open
- Boy
- The Roof
- Eva Braun in Linz
- Yellow
- My Girl in California
- St Peter
- The Soldiers
- Palace
- Outside Vienna
- Neutral Air
- Woman
- How to Forget
- The Sound
- In Time
- The Lever
- Fourteen Mistakes
- The Fall
- The Hold I Have
- Centre Strange
- Born Breathing
- The Heads
- Home
- Epilogue
- Maker
- Acknowledgements
Summary
‘You never reach any truth without making fourteen mistakes’
Razumikhin, drunk in Crime and Punishment
1.
How we learned to create a thunderclap
in a lab with dust and mirrors
How we designed a clap to blast
away every echo
2.
How we moved to new cities
and wrote our addresses in loose font
on the back of every envelope from
every drawer in every office we visited from Auckland to Brooklyn to Hackney
and spoke our names
only with accents formed
in locales we'd lately visited
so no one could guess what we were
3.
How we drizzled cold grease between
our fingers till we forced what we touched
to gleam
4.
And I sewed you into an old sweater
worn so bare it was no longer cotton
but two life-sized holes
5.
How we posed for an unseen creature
as we imagined it shifting
between trees trying
to steal a better look
6.
(How desperate we were not to recall
the horrors of ourselves)
7.
(And how the echoes kept arriving
like swallows crashing
against windowpanes
trying to make glass air)
8.
How we baked silence
behind glass
till it warmed and grew
9.
And when an architect asked
to build a garden inside us
we pried ourselves open and let him in
until we were filled with paths and gates
we did not own the maps for
10.
And when we realised the architect had left for good
how proud we were still to've been
an acciaccatura to his chord
11.
How in the mornings we woke, still drunk,
with rain pattering the windows,
and mist draped through trees,
waiting for our old brains to wake
12.
And when we finally admitted
we wanted to go home
we couldn't be re-admitted
till we re-mapped our own insides
found the end of every path
crafted a key for each gate
and acted cured
of all we'd claimed to know
13.
And by the time we could see
we were doomed
it was winter.
14.
And we drove to the edge of our adopted city
rubbed salt in our tires
threaded snow through our fingers
and listened to the melting layers
of all we hadn't done
the towns we wouldn't visit
the people we'd never meet
and let it all trickle around us like music.
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- Nowhere Nearer , pp. 36 - 40Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2018