Prose poem

Antarctic Trace Form #4
Antarctic Trace Form #4

I write lines of words to accompany line drawings and gestures: Antarctic Encounters

[Finale]
Oceans warm, water expands. Sea levels rise. Ice falls through gusts of wind: thoughts of Antarctica.

[Circumpolar]
Antarctica is a place of extremes, contrasts, and contradictions.

[Self contained]
People are self-contained and move from place to place.

[Drift]
The wind clutches your breath away and snow streams into your mouth.

[Hearing silence]
The wind blows all the time. But now and again it stops.

[Estranged]
You feel the word lives for the first time, estranged as soon as it is spoken.

[Oil track]
Bitumen beneath fast cars conceals Gondwanan fossils.

[Warming to cooling ice]
Earth history is archived in cold ice.

[Sea levels]
Oceans warm.

[Diatom]
Diatoms die. Their skeletons sink. Layer upon layer they sequester carbon dioxide. There is more CO2 in the air than they can deal with.

[Sea butterfly]
Sea butterflies cannot escape the hazard of the acids.

[Life of an iceberg]
Melting glaciers pour into the burdened sea.

[Ice sound]
Sounds like bird calls come from the ice.

[Mountain climb]
Rock evokes knowledge of tremendous forces.

[Mountain dance]
A mountain may not be a solid thing. It may be a body of cells; a mass of communicating dots.

[Building Mawson]
Glaciers scraped smooth the rock that plays host to Mawson station.

[Tsunami]
Antarctica registers changes in the world.

[Navigate]
I let myself go and imagine myself a creature of the sea.

[Mental substance]
Sounds of Antarctica converge in a city.

[Ancient mariners]
Always: landscape electric with human desire and oceanic need to survive.

[Amoeba]
Microscopic dancers balance elemental forces.

[Bubbles in the ice]
Chemistry of ancient air bubbles trapped in Antarctic ice cores has been measured.

[CO2]
The concentration of carbon dioxide is now higher than at any other time in the last 850,000 years.

[Old brain]
Len Lye had this concept of the Old Brain: trapped in the core of our minds are ancient remnants of knowledge.

[Cycles of change]
I am glad you are seeing the beauty in the scientific data.

[Trace forms]
Lines of motion reflect the rhythms of the Milankovitch cycles: eccentric orbit of Earth around sun; oblique tilt of Earth on its axis; precessional wobble around it.

[Connectivity]
Cellular memories, connectedness, unison, fusion …

[Sailing girl]
‘There’s something about this little figure that reminds me of Antarctica.’
Yes, isn’t she lovely, sailing along there.’
‘She could be me,’ we said, from other sides of the world.

[Unnamed life forms]
Coiling lines record my motion through this world.

[Ice cry]
A long whine comes from the ice.

[Moving sense]
I seek balance.

[Value?]
But there is humour too.

[Wind gathering]
The cross is the central core of our human form.

[Turning cycle]
“Earth-Mother” is becoming an “Earth-Child” in our collective conscience.

[Beset]
What happens when our central core is thrown out of kilter?

[We drift]
We drift towards things we cannot posses.

[Detachment]
What if Antarctica was in your mind?

[Nothingness]
It’s all, it’s all just so simple …

[Krill watching]
with some sort of feel for it.

[How do krill grow?]
Once upon a time …

[Erebus voices]
we broke apart.

[Water energy]
Yet we are here …

[Bottom water]
and we are whole.

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Posted on Tuesday, December 15th, 2009