Explanation
Is an erosion
If it begins in defence
An unravelling occurs
Building momentum
As it rolls
Tearing strips from the soul
Of any artist
If it means to enlighten
The words spill one over the other
Over the other
Not always going anywhere
At
All
To the non verbal thinker
And inward dweller
Explanation is hell
Preferable all round
Is silence
Questions after all
Are just words
Making the rounds
Step out of the whirlpool
And
As my Mother always said
Keep your own counsel
*Kate Moss “never complain, never explain” as a recovering explainer I find this concept so deeply relaxing.
Header photo – chairs along the wall of a simple tin, one room house in Windorah Qld. It belongs to the man below who kindly let me take his photo. We had a long chat.
He lives so simply that it is difficult to fathom. Even more so given the extremes in temperatures that our outback climate delivers.
Australian zen at its best. I travelled through Windorah on a bike trip a few years ago. Like most of these little towns – it was the people that made it great – a very friendly bunch.
