Explanation is the erosion of the original thought

Explanation

Is an erosion

If it begins in defence

An unravelling occurs

Building momentum

As it rolls

Tearing strips from the soul

Of any artist

If it means to enlighten

The words spill one over the other

Over the other

Not always going anywhere

At

All

To the non verbal thinker

And inward dweller

Explanation is hell

Preferable all round

Is silence

Questions after all

Are just words

Making the rounds

Step out of the whirlpool

And

As my Mother always said

Keep your own counsel

*Kate Moss “never complain, never explain” as a recovering explainer I find this concept so deeply relaxing.

Header photo – chairs along the wall of a simple tin, one room house in Windorah Qld. It belongs to the man below who kindly let me take his photo. We had a long chat.