Australia

 

Australia. Toponym. Psychology of Australia pores over maps. Holes in the outline. Offshore the Investigator. Further back, beyond horizons, the papery background of charts gone by. Conjectures put on ice. Big South. Down there somewhere. The Latin for somewhere that balances the globe. A theatre pushing the limits past a tempest into the unknown. Minds bend towards each other over a known map. A bench of marks. Or ask Trim, a cat, is Australia the most perfect option? Mrkgnao. Outside is yes. Meanwhile, what’s inside? The line of forest isn’t saying, nor mountain lengths far side of the water. Yet, the isle is full of noises. The continents of the globe are European. America is a Florentine merchant. Bank on it. Silver and gold, florins and fantastical flora. The contents of the globe could be European. When in Rome do as the Romans do. Give them A-ratings. Say Africa, Asia, Australia. Tripoli and beyond, Triple-A. Leaf through these thoughts that once were had. Or leave them alone, into forgetting. The colour of Australia is summer come autumn purple and green. The somewhere else land. The not where we come from land. The great south land. Downunder. Gorgeous plunder. Yellow and red like gold. White and grey like silver. Frequently high frequency birds afar off. Sunburnt country. Sweeping plains. Probably. Flooding rain. Jewel-sea. And people. Probably. Space made up of anonymous. Only then, the language of Australia. Bundoora means plains where kangaroos roam. Probably. Websites vary on exact wording. Warringal means eagle’s nest. Northland is in this country. Northland means gorgeous plunder. There are adequate parking facilities. Coffee assists with survival. Northland came before Southland, let alone Eastland. Southland means Australia. Residents may anchor their vessel at Southland any time day or night. Artificial Intelligence cannot make this up. One reason for this is sentient memory. Another is that most people who go to Southland have a sense of irony. Another way of saying all of this is that far horizon poetry lacks people. A difficulty of definition with Australia is where it contains plethora or nullius. And how much does it cost. At the end of the day. As people like to say. Who owns it. That’s why the owl and pussy-cat went to sea in a beautiful pea-green Investigator. To put a circle around the whole business. And give it a name. A trim name, a Triple-A name, a Northland name. Ego began to build a whole philosophy around it. Which is why Ego is blind. With all its baggage on the wharf. Blind and deaf to those with lovely words for all of life around them, but no name for a continent being emptied of its content. There is even a day for this name, an argument about this name, every green summer. But voices to listen to.