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PROXIMITY

Proximity is a self-published, collection of sixteen poems inspired by the varying animal individuals I encountered and filmed during the production of Extimacy. As I filmed each animal at a proximity of twenty centimetres, I became exceedingly aware of the unknowable, of each inner life behind the 'animal surface; the sound and movement of breath; the warmth of the body, or the steady beat of each heart, all of which contained rhythms suggestive of varying levels of consciousness, of different ways of being in the world. Rather than project my ideas or feelings over the animals I encountered, I attempted to respect animal differences and acknowledge their interiority and individual claims on the world. Like the poems, many of the images in the book deny easy recognition of the animals depicted and hopefully stimulate alternative perspectives on how we think and know animals.


Mariner


Planetary dark orbs in place of where eyes might be, reveal the dark side of the moon.
She has navigated across the stars,
moved under their watery reflections.
Survived trawl lines, marine contaminant and oil spill.


She has weathered storms,

wrestled the oceans,
hauled her body from the tide

to the volatile sanctuary of rock.


Now she releases mighty exhalations,

echoes of all those stories.
The pressures of danger,
the pressures of survival,

all spit forth from deep

within her mariner's chamber.

Seal's Eye with cataracts
Crowned Lemur
Crowned Lemur
Crowned Lemur

 

Disorder

 

Dexterous pest,

probing and pulling,

testing your surroundings

with a fidgety nimbleness,

that eludes me.

Your frenetic nature,

 Your rusted crown

defies subjection.

And as you tug at my hair and grasp my camera

you prise order apart,

collapsing the distance between us.

​Silence

​

When looking,

it is impossible not to feel your body

transfixed, subdued by that binocular stare

that captivates with each shift of the neck.

​

Although his gaze feigns a degree of intent,

he has no inclination towards me.

Deep pools of black reject me back into myself

and I am returned, not quite knowing what it is I am

looking at.

​

His nature belongs to more nocturnal encounters,

to the imperceptible, to that which we might call silence.

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