Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
Mark time for time marks
Within this body is the electric grass
But neither the grass nor the green is god’s handkerchief
Chiefly, the quality of winning is losing
Loss is the chief quantity of this sentiment
Sentient is the archer eyeing off the apple
But the apple of the eye is not yet chaos theory
Inchoate and still the complete documentary, the body inscribed
With documents and paper trails and seed funding bodies
The seed fun in bodies documents the paper trail
Of the electric quality of the eye and its inscriptions.
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Eleanor, I am honoured and humbled by this…thank you, Camille