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[aid] => mick
[title] => Didjeridoo
[time] => 2006-12-07 21:38:12
[hometext] => Sometimes my pieces are like beef jerky chew slowly or rustle up a pot and stew, they will keep us alive till we return with the herd.
[bodytext] => From Chewing, grinding, biting, gnawing, a desolate land where once trees were in bloom and growing, now a dusty battlefield of stumps emits microwaves and hums in turmoil.. The semi-arid woodland plains of natural trumpets. with soil mounds from fallen Eucalypti and Mulga by fluvial or rain-splash disposition the log material has new roots as termite feeding structures. Both dry and damp woods attract whole families with many hungry species. Out of this place comes a gift, bite by bite, some are left hollow with hidden chambers and circuitous routes. Tapping the many standing coolibah for exactly which has acoustic firmness from the softened died back dry rot. Once plucked the hard trunk standing tall fist at the sky rocked until the rooted tendrils snap hot coals are stirred and shaken till all of its denizens are finally displaced. Then with voice and breath test for the Utterance of the spirits. Later wash, dress, appease, paint then listen the yidaki will say its name clearly. Place ones lips as if for kissing on the narrow end where the gods edge greets with beeswax ridge, a vibration of breath gently building resonant compression till the voice of authority beckons... ...children and hearts to gather round the communal fire a metric from clapsticks harmonizes as stories retold in rhythms stopping and starting. The memories of the dream-time dancers alive as the drone and teller bond from mirror to lens communicating by suggestion; the effect of powers now extinct... The sabertooth and cave bear many are brought to life by wind and lip, souls move in performance, so real that some jump in fright. Alarms turn to ooo's and ahhhs as the trance synchronizes with the frolic of shadows, until each begins to oscillates between the sacred past and present . AJPIII [comments] => 5 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 49 [informant] => yangdantien [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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