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AUSTRALIAN POETS SERIES 4
The Poetry of Lauren Williams
Selected by Coral Hull

[Above] Photo of Lauren Williams by Raffaella Torresan, 1999.


I Thanks For Calling I A Short Word on Behalf of Fish I You Can Keep Your Boats I
Mistaken For A Prostitute I What must it be like to be the man? I


Thanks For Calling

Hi! I'm so hot
for your money,
sitting here beside my phone
in tracksuit and slippers,
reading the Women's Weekly with a cuppa,
waiting for all you poor horny buggers
with your poor lonely horns
to get on the blower and blow
over what you think is talking to you -
some photo of a lipsticked, big tit bimbo
about to give head to the handpiece.
Honey, I'm 45 with a mortgage,
Caesarian scars and no time for you
unless it's $5 per minute.
My friend Sandra pre-records her stuff
so she doesn't even have to listen.
Since the TV ad she makes good money
and is putting herself through university.
I'm thinking of doing the same.
I might become a psychologist.
So dial 0055 1234 right now.
Push those buttons, boys,
so I can push yours.

A Short Word on Behalf of Fish

Some people think clean water
comes out of a tap,
that a goldfish bowl
is the correct receptacle
for a goldfish life.
Mummy, fishie's not moving.
Don't worry darling, we'll get another one.

For the screen, artistic directors buy
a tank, gravel, a few plastic plants,
just add water, some fish and Bingo!
An attractive aquatic death-agony
behind the star's left shoulder.
Or the joke with a hook,
flapping about on dry ground,
a tradition of being swallowed alive.
Ha ha ha.
You need four legs and fur
for the RSPCA to stop laughing.
We buy from fish shop windows
with their iced displays of rictus,
eat in seafood restaurants
watching death row watch us.
Is it because they can't close their eyes?
Because they have no voice?
Who's got cold blood?

You Can Keep Your Boats

O still and solid, O lovely land,
left for the sea's unsexy infidelities,
the stink of diesel and varnish,
the whipping sheet and jamming cleat,
the thrashing sail and braining boom,
air-shredding percussion of the stays,
the fixed and desperate gaze
at the bottom of the bucket
when all the horizons in the world
can't save you.

So what if there's a line with five flathead on it?
They bring their curses aboard with their deaths.
Strong drink, the only cushion you get
for an arse in the hard wash of the cockpit.
Heave ho, it's down below
to slosh in the narrow berth and watch
a sweating salami strung in the galley
swing like a clock hand stuck
below the decks of 3 and 9,
not giving a toss for livin' or dyin'.

Enough of your gone-fishin' poems,
your seafarin' bloke poems, your barnacled,
briny, hull-slappin' ocean-going poems.
The truth is a cancerous sun, a bullying wind,
drying salt and drowning depths,
the endless pierced and netted deaths.
Prison with no lock, no port to port,
to starboard no star, nothing for'ard
and nothing aft... Sailing? Mate
you'd have to be daft.

Published in The Mariner (Australia).

Mistaken For A Prostitute

The woman at the VD clinic was chatty,
collecting pamphlets on the usual diseases
to take 'round to the parlours
"cos some of the girls still give head
without condoms, for the extra money you know",
and I'm thinking how bad
all that latex would taste
and suspecting she thinks I'm a professional
collecting pamphlets too,
in my velvet skirt,
my french perfume,
my cared-for skin,
my uncertain age and unmotherly air,
the stamp of men on me,
recent, brisk and similar.
The woman enters the cubicle I've just left.
"He's good with a speculum, that one," I say
and it occurs to me that perhaps, indeed,
I'm owed something.

What must it be like to be the man?

who opens a woman  with his eyes
              like twinkling can-openers
till there she is  (poor little sardine)
so appetizing  so delighted to be appreciated
so already gone

Opens her with words  kissing cousins
              to kisses  colours he gives her
to paint the man inside her head
while her words kiss glass  unknowing
how unknown she is

Opens her and lets the weather
              blow her away
It's not required to catch her
just touch her  skin with skin
for the downplayed miracle
              of being welcomed in

What must it be like to be the man
who courts and sparks and enters and walks
so lightly away
so unopened.

Published in Invisible Tattoos (Five Islands Press, 2000).

About the Poet Lauren Williams

Encountered live poetry at The Living Room in 1983. Returned the next week, with poems. Within a year, purchased a small printing press and began publishing a 'zine, Big Bang, as a text gig for poetry aired at the various venues. For the next five years, she moved between poetry and music, and singing with various blues/R&B/funk bands until, in 1988, the two artforms merged in the rap crew Itch 2 Scratch. From 1990-1994 Williams was an associate editor of Going Down Swinging. Her first collection, Driven To Talk To Strangers, was runner-up in the 1991 Anne Elder award. She was one of nine poets in the play Call It Poetry Tonight, at the Wharf Studio in Sydney. In '95 she was the first Australian poet to attend the Festival Internacional de Poesía en Medellín, Colombia. Her poetry is widely anthologised and has been televised and broadcast nationally. She is a visiting poet in schools and universities, features regularly at Melbourne readings and festivals, and occasionally interstate. Since 2000 she has been convenor of the long-running La Mama Poetica readings. In 2002 she received a grant from the Literature Board of the Australia Council. She sings with blues/rock band, The Negotiators.
   [Above] Photo of Lauren Williams by Raffaella Torresan, 1999.

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