The Common: Cliff’s Dantean satire: Hole
Shadows in the Scrub – ABC Radio, the Tasmanian Tiger
Zone Poetry – Borsec artists’ residency, Transylvania
The Guardian: Carol Rumens on ‘Loop’
and in the shop…
Broken Sleep Books;
Wrecking Ball Press;
The Collective Press
YouTube: Cliff Forshaw reading Loop
(62 seconds of the extinct Thylacine or Tasmanian Tiger on film.)
Within the box, it growls, it twists,
scowls through its repertoire of tricks,
ignores the camera – or gurns up close, turns
again, to flop, to gnaw that paw-trapped bone.
It paces out its trap of light; one hundred reps
while hindquarters zither bars of sun;
claws cage’s mesh, hangs stretched
as if to take the measure of itself.
You saw. You see. And what we’ve got is what was shot:
short clips, fragments caught and stitched
together in a loop of black and white.
Nine lives? Not quite. It’s down. It’s out.
It’s on its feet and born again. Like a repetition
compulsion, like… like reincarnated light.