PS Cottier

The changing soundscape of public space

Once shhh-surrounded
throttled by library snakes
now emboldened chat stretches —

bites the sluggish ears
of those who want purer air
in my day, we mumble

in my day we sat straight
whispering sweet infractions —
wrapped in official silence

muffled with a quieter wool.

P.S. Cottier

That poem was just commended in the Yass Show Poetry Competition (not the bush poetry division) on Sunday. I’m afraid I piked on attending the event, as I was exhausted. I had performed poetically the night before with a delightfully accented Texan, a poet who removed his skirt rather like the female members of Abba in their glittery prime, and a number of strangely assertive, neigh, militant horses.*  So I had a good excuse. It was a wonderful night at the Word Co-op.

You could look at some photos here. I am the least cool person.

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*That wordplay is totally Roshelle Fong’s.  She performed an hilarious and thoughful piece enacting various questions of animal rights, wearing costume horse-heads.  Delightfully accented Texans sometimes perform under the name of Good Ghost Bill, and Ma Ya Ga Ng Re Ne’s soundscape explored the schlongier aspects of gender.

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By the way, however exhausted I am, the organisers of this festival (called You Are Here) are far more tired. I hope to post a photographic essay illustrating the ageing of some of them. Here, for example, is a photo of one of them that I took last night:

What is this Transit Bar?