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WILLO DRUMMOND

Dr Willo Drummond is a Sydney poet, early career researcher, sessional lecturer and supervisor in creative writing at Macquarie University. With interests spanning the ecological and cognitive humanities, her interdisciplinary research draws upon theories of distributed cognition to illuminate the performative materiality of creative writing cognition and practice. In 2020 Willo was the recipient of a Career Development Grant (poetry) from the Australia Council for the Arts. Her literary and scholarly writing is published in Australia and the United States.












TURNING

after Image 6, Kristen Lang’s 'Touching the Dark' and Sheila Heti's Motherhood

This persistent undoing. Pendulate

       folding, ceramic

       bowl of cerulean knowing. [Fragile. This Way Up.]                                                  

I see your face in there. Shadowy

       specter threading all

       vision. Certainty

turns in a day. Cells transform

        between nice to see you

        and 'later. On Friday:

firebrick only (going forward).  A fierce

       determination. By Tuesday:

       tourmaline, the only truth. I witness

an insistent spin

        into myself. Collapse the mold

        to begin. At the wheel

a [re-]turning, and all of us seeking

       our own hands in the dark, imperceptibly

       enacting                                     departure—



Body Mapping Inside the Arachnoid Disco

Life is jumping at the Callosal Commissure
longitudinal fissure, luminous
hall of mirrors. Citrus days / splice
indigo nights, oranges

and apples paint hemispheric
fields. Always more than
ones and zeroes, in this fine philosophy. I
and I and I...          anybody... no onei

to: think, feel, hear, see
the nerve! Remember: trace, move, transpire
(Right [Ctrl] left             left [Ctrl] right).
It’s all about

‘aboutness’ here,
cakewalk at four lobed disco; constant
cartography catching the essence of everything— all night long, all night—ii

Past the junction, emergence is full
of fluffy hope, the flush hues of a landscape
like a salmon morning;
love, lust, longing, languid

days lace across
mater, through matter (I and I matter
without choosing to matter).
A matter of mater

this matter, a spattering
of technicolor, light fantastic
tripping cellular jelly.
Shapeshifter: omniscient

town-crier of two-way dance, teller
of tales, collector of story
chemical body whisperer.
Lyrebird of corporeal

communion, I and I mimic
each flow of body weather
move with the music
of the spheres, spongy


cauliflower calling:
I am home (let me tell you)
I am here (let me show you)
I am


i With acknowledgement to Denise Levertov, “People at Night” and
Rainer Maria Rilke “People by Night”.
ii Lionel Richie.