Suitcase Home Draft 2#

From Flickr Photographer StrawbryB

We were talking about
the flotsam and jetsam
of collecting
things we think we need

when we don’t.

She said
she felt free every time she
sold nearly all her material goods
it gave her
that angel’s touch
to do good.

She left a light
that kept glimmering
after our conversation.

I told her about
book
boxes
and extra kitchen gear flooding our floor
would anyone really long for all
this junk
of necessity
and our new rental home
with no cupboards.

She offered me
potential solutions to
shelving.

I thought of suitcases.

Suitcases of books are much easier to
move than shelves
perhaps I could do away with bookcases.

Perhaps instead of shelves
I can do away with the things
that need to go on them.

My friend is no sanctimonious
do gooder, goody too shoes.
She would never claim flawlessness
nor would she confess
and search for absolution in that process.
She is balanced.

She is what they call a ute angel
with gumboots and a shovel
and maybe a touch of guitar and song.

She is someone I admire
her choice
the generous heart.

My son tells me ‘moving so much
has taught me
the need to travel
lighter.’

He never wants to own too much
so if he should ever need to move
he won’t have much to burden him-
travelling lighter
means freedom to move
quickly.

Perhaps he is an angel in training.
He could be an apprentice to
my adopted sister, his adopted aunty.
Although I don’t quite picture him in
gumboots, he does have a guitar too.

He says he’d like all he owns
down to

one suitcase

well just so long as he had a tablet
to connect with the world.

I read how Barbara Streisand downsized
and that makes me giggle
she went from several houses
to just one
when all I would want
is one simple forever home.

Unless I learn to live like
a snail and carry my home in one
suitcase on my back.

What is home?

Not the things in it
but the need to be in a neighbourhood
to not have to move at the whim of a developer
or because someone who owns the house you rent
wants to sell it and
move onto their next investment

When we first moved to Brisbane I saw
an exhibition of an immigrant’s suitcase.
One suitcase to another land
that was all their family could take.

It made me remember
my children grabbing their guitars and a bag
of clothes on the night
of Cyclone Yasi.

If all your world could be contained in
one suitcase what would you take
to give you a sense of home?

The answer to that
I leave to you?

(c) June Perkins

DRAFT 2 – I want to keep working with this idea. I like to sometimes share drafts and then show my readers the development of a work.

I have been thinking about a conversation with one of my friends which revolved around accumulation of stuff. It seems an apt one to revisit during the
Christmas season.

Look back at the earlier version and tell me what you think?

I don’t think the journey has ended with this piece yet, but what can I do next to keep on working with this piece.  Look out for the next instalment.

 

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Sacred Trail

Art courtesy of Leonard Ericks

” Wert thou to hearken to this mortal Bird, then wouldst thou seek the undying chalice and pass by every perishable cup ”
Baha’u’llah, The Seven Valleys and the Four Valleys

 

You sing us to
a place
that is not
hollow

where your words
build ladders in
the sky.

You shelter us
so unlike Icarus
burnt by the sun

we will not tumble
and stumble
through the valleys
leading to you

but instead
feather
by feather
you give us wings

to glide

into grace.

By June Perkins

 

Leonard  Ericks was born in Chicago, Illinois, USA. Resided, studied and worked in Florida, Colorado, Texas, Alaska, Puerto Rico, Venezuela and Costa Rica. He graduated from Ringling School of Art and Design with Honors, and currently resides in Costa Rica, Central America.  Leonard is a painter and sculptor, writes and illustrates children’s books and teaches art.  You can find out more about him on his facebook page.

 

Obligation of the Octopus

W Tipton, Some Rights Reserved, Flickr Photographer

 

Arms with minds of their own.
A body that can morph through
openings.

Three hearts beating
boom, boom, boom
to the call of the
ocean.

Like escapologists
obligated when opportunity
presents itself
to freedom
beyond the tank.

Blue blood
beating, beating, beating.

Octopus of song.
Octopus of story.
Octopus of science.

 

By June Perkins

This poem appeared at Australian Children’s Poetry

Lemons

Basking in your orchard
admiring your yellow
a song says your tree is very pretty
but you are bitter and impossible to eat.

Cheesecake says ‘no,
you make me stand out with
your moreish zing of bitter.
We are the perfect marriage of opposites.’

I have great expectations of what I could do with you
if I was given you on
an episode of Master Chef
but is this dangerous?
There may be things in the mix of the secret box
you should never be combined with.

I paint you with blue plates
on a French cloth
into patterns on wall paper
with me dreaming in your orchards.

I write you into a story
of biscuits and blankets for
you are the thread of love in
a starry, starry lemon blanket.

To the lost friend who never recovers
a bitter heart is
senseless lost expectation
impossible to take.

To the writer you are manna
melancholy that inspires songs
of lost love
bittersweet.

(c) June Perkins

Visiting Words and Pictures with Family and Friends

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Thank you friends and family who have keenly visited Words and Pictures at the QAGOMA and given me your feedback.

Thanks for taking pictures of me with the exhibition as well.  I am not so good at selfies.

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John Perceval’s Angel, Queensland Art Gallery

 

‘Art is a sign; signs can be art and art can be light.

But the real question is, what will you design in response to loss?’

(Perceval’s Angel)

 

It adds another layer to reading the poems, if you take the time to meet Perceval’s Angel and head to Yvonne Koolmatrie’s Hot Air Balloon to set out on this adventure.

After that you can read the poems and stories whenever you find that feather – the order doesn’t really matter.

There are ten pieces to find after the two orientation pieces.

Star Song

 

 

The new century promises
the eternity of song

holding binoculars
in every mood.

a bunch of flitting fireflies
liveth here.

A telescope can show you
songs I’ve heard.

Beyond the asteroid belt
lie songs like grass.

The giver said
to be a backyard sky watcher
simply go outdoors
and look up to
see creation’s music.

Come and see the road map
locate the Southern cross.

Constellations can be
bright and easy to find
melodies of earth and sky.

Crowds and cities pass away
in journeys from star to star.

(c) June Perkins words,

Art Zedetta.

 

I created this found poem, using some of the Jigsaw poem technique. With the Jigsaw poem Sidman uses a found poem and reshapes the poem.

With the found poem any document that is not a poem is used to construct a poem. It can be anything from a list, postcard, letter to graffiti, travel guide and history book. These are mined for interesting images and words which are thrown up into the air and used to inspire a new work. It is a collage of words found in other texts. You can of course add more of your own words to make it all make sense.

I am going to pluck words and ideas out of two contrasting books: An Astronomy Guidebook and The Collected Poetry of John Clare.

I have picked them because of John Clare’s attention to small details – and the astronomy book’s sweep of the universe.

Looking closer the poem I want to be inspired by was John Clare’s Poem -‘Songs Eternity’, which does have a slightly expansive feel to it, and any section of Robert Burham’s, Astronomy (Home Reference Library) that is interesting.

This is a fun writing game to play. I found using two texts more inspiring than using a single one.