Today's first poem comes from a conversation with Alice White and Kevin Brophy, in which we were discussing a TV program about the last indigenous people to come out into the world of Anglo Australia, after their wonderful reading at The Wheeler Centre.
1964
The year the last of us
(whom we call 'them')
walked down from heaven
left the desert, the land
was the same year
my Fourth Form (we now
call 'Year Ten') Maths teacher
announced a treat
and someone we'd now
call 'a nerd' set up
a large piece of equipment
which played music
based on binary language
and called it 'computer'
(subtitle: the future)
We couldn't get over
how you could take
music out of human
hands and mouths like that,
and what kind of culture
spent time on this
obviously useless idea.
NaPoWriMo
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