nothing was lost

bye but see you soon

The sun sets on day 28 of isolation. My small apartment is full of hastily-acquired plants, and I’ve spent an anxious, indulgent afternoon lying in the sun on the footy oval, bare feet in the soft, lush grass. My toes digging down to the damp earth, hungry for connection. Hoping the cops will leave me in peace. Does belly breathing in the fresh air count as exercise?

On my back with my eyes closed, the heat on my face, no sunscreen. The breeze is delicious. The sound of a soccer ball being kicked, off to the right near the goal posts. The sound of a basketball hitting the court, and then the backboard, off to the left. Dogs barking. Birdsong. No planes drone overhead. No cars drive by.

I brought my camera with me when I left the house because the weather was so irresistible – perfect light, perfect temperature, no wind. But I knew that I probably wouldn’t use it. Nothing normal feels allowable in these circumstances, and I can barely see the world when I go out into it these days.

So now I sit in the dark, the warm evening air coming in through the screen door, and instead of looking through the day’s photos I write these words. I try to find the same treasure through language that I have found through image – through hours of walking bluestone lanes filled with rubbish and dead leaves and tumbling cascades of jasmine.

The laneways have brought me to the edge of everything I know, and then beyond that edge. Which is to say that my movements through this little corner of the city have been internal just as much as they have been external.

I’ve been doing this for years now (five, to be exact), and every year I think it might be my last. I think, this hurts too much. I think, I’ve seen it all. I think, what am I doing with my life?

Maybe I’m done. I doubt it. But for now the decision is beyond me. So I pause, and I gather, and I offer.  A year in this world: mostly images, a few words. Feet on the ground, eyes wide open, heart full of wonder and sadness and joy.

A year in this world, that will be waiting for us on the other side.

– 13 April 2020


“But this fearlessness only follows if, at the parting of the ways, where it is realized that sounds occur whether intended or not, one turns in the direction of those he does not intend. This turning is psychological and seems at first to be a giving up of everything that belongs to humanity – for a musician, the giving up of music. This psychological turning leads to the world of nature, where, gradually or suddenly, one sees that humanity and nature, not separate, are in this world together; that nothing was lost when everything was given away. In fact, everything is gained. In musical terms, any sounds may occur in any combination and in any continuity.”

– John Cage, Experimental Music  (1958)


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