#michael dransfield

[woodlandtrust]

Hole in the forest - Michael Dransfield

when the tree is felled the bark is made into a boat the sweetest wood into a lute the branches roof a house

the hole where the tree grew soon greens with fern the hole in the forest remains the colour of the sky and people have no way of hiding the tree's huge death

[krispyfragments-blog-blog-blog]

Poetry

Michael Dransfield (1948-1973) was an Australian poet who died quite young before reaching his peak. His work is worth seeking out on https://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/dransfield-michael  

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Paula Keogh and Michael Dransfield

This is definitely one of my favourite photos of all time, despite the poor quality and lack of photographic technique.

If you haven’t read The Green Bell by Keogh, you are missing out. Get onto that shit asap

[mistermonsieur-albatros]

Canopy of nerve ends

Canopy of nerve ends marvellous tent airship skying in crowds and blankets pillowslip of serialised flesh it wraps us rather neatly in our senses but will not insulate against externals does nothing to protect merely notifies the brain of conversation with a stimulus I like to touch your skin to feel your body against mine two islets in atoll of each other spending all night in new discovery of what the winds of passion have washed up and what a jaded tide will find for us to play with when this game begins to pall

~Michael Dransfield

[vibrantmattah]

[some-trace-of-her]

[thetaxonomist-blog]

Genevieve sweet Genevieve the days may come the days may go

apple castles. the sun go by in the morning and at night the sirens sing, from their high chimneys. on the rock the red horse has run its step thousands of years. ah, genevieve, sweet... and the squirrels, high in their berry branches. orangebells ring, rosetrumpets, lilyflutes, play the slow wind in flowers. white ships pass in the bay. the moment of history is now, always, we pass in the morning of a thousand flowers, in apple castles with rivernames, old names like muiderslot my favourite castle all one year when apples were a penny each o janvier sweet Michael Dransfield

[theladyspanishes]

i was flying over sydney in a giant dog things looked bad

- Flying by Michael Dransfield