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A city shaman

I was mucking about, having fun on a huge black inflatable pontoon, designed to do maintenance under the Harbor Bridge, that’s how big it was. It drifted away and sprung a leak, I was terrified. People on the shore yelled at me to jump or I’ld be killed when it wrapped me up and drowned me. I jumped, landed in the harbor, it was a long way to swim to shore, but I knew I could. Then I saw shark fins. The people were yelling again, there was a dingy floating about 400 meters away. I floated on my back and paddled gently towards it, hoping not to attract the sharks attention. They started leaping like dolphins, but were definitely still sharks. I was scared but not panicking.

Finally made it to the dingy and climbed in and a voice said "it’s not over yet, now the story starts." And all the things in the boat started talking.

A shifting spanner was messily eating Saladas. The oars were try to scoop caviar from the hamper, very unsuccessfully. Enough said, especially about what the pliers were trying to do.

Finally got to shore, opposite the Opera House, near the MCA. It was stinking, filthy polluted mud shore with garbage and dead rotting things. There was a chain gang of derelicts with pointed sticks trying to clean it up.

One of them pointed to a tiny black man, about 20 centimeters tall, dressed like a cross between a dero and a shaman, dirty rags, feathers, beads, bones. Like the others he was picking up garbage with a pointed stick. One old dero winked at me and said, "be careful, he has power, watch" He kicked the little man.

The tiny man pointed his stick at the ground and fire spurt forth, he raised it and pointed it at the city buildings. the harbor boiled, the buildings all burned all burned.

But suddenly it was all normal again. He looked at me and without saying a word told me he had destroyed Sydney, it was filth, but put an illusion back to avoid freaking people out too much. And to continue playing ratbag to the chain gang, who he liked better than most people.

I knew and understood, walked off into the bush to find kookaburra, lion (yeah, in Aussie, spiritually) and crocodile

— weirdelf, Jun 27, 2007

About the Author

Region, Country: Sydney, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: The Romantics, The Mersey Sound, The Beats and, of course, The Bard

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barbsdad2003

18 years 11 months ago

Wow!

I give you an A++ for creativity here---and a very nice story line. Great children's tale ... for sophisticated children, that is. It does need, though, some spelling and punctuation help. Thanx for a pleasant read. Regards, Chuck
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Quillsvein1

18 years 11 months ago

Intriguing and complex

This has a controlled, subtle surreality to it that one doesn't often see in contemporary "prose poems". Your introduction of the "city shaman" is restrained and that much more powerful for it. It made me think, for some reason, of the South and the possibility of some supernal knowledge amidst all that ignorance and heat. Great work.
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Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

oh man :(

I'm really sorry Jess, the other two comments are so positive, but I don't think I'd be doing you a service if I didn't say the following:... oh, see, I don't want to say the following because it's gonna come out really really harsh, and you know I respect your work as a writer, I think loads of your talent...but... This..my friend... reads (at least the first couple of stanzas) like it was written by a seven year old. Your sentences seem to jump around, not having any connection to them whatsoever. They are simplistic, and not in the "hey, simple is really good" kind of way, but in the monotone statement "I...was...terrified" kind of way. So, what would I have done differently? Hmm, on first glance, a well placed connecting or finishing word here or there. (ex: instead of "but I knew I could" say "but I knew I could do it.") I'd change your "it was a long way to swim to shore" line, as it just feels in a very short bit like it drags on. I think your last two stanzas though, you finish strong, and I like the mythology you've placed in it. I just feel the whole story needs a different dynamic. Mark
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weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

thanks for your comments

I appreciate what you are saying and will look into an edit or re-write, which must mean I respect your opinion because it is something I dislike and find very hard to do. Like Kim most of my work comes out pretty much fully formed, cheers, Jess

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