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11 short prompts // institutional hell

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( ) // Signal:

Begin with a scene 

 of a faded colonial signal 

  —road sign, farm fence, fuzzy 

  radio broadcast, oxidised inscription. 

  How does this signal connect you to the past?       

             What phantom dispatches does it relay

               —impossible testimony—what orders make

   flesh reverb // are they written?

Exhumation in brown // red:

Imagine the process 

 of uncovering something buried – a dull 

object, the sheet music for 

Leichhardt’s Grave, 

a cardboard box’s humid secrets, 

a life spent under a foreign flag, 

a symphony of unease in a minor key. 

What secrets are unearthed?

Nathan's score:

Composition veil, 

silk drapes the open wound. 

How does the distorted signal or unearthed artifact connect to your experiences?

Static bronze:

Describe a symbol of colonialism

through a distorted lens 

—a front yard seen through a flyscreen door, 

the moving city

  behind train window scratches, 

or a bronze caricature

a puddle of stagnant water. 

How does colonialism distort history?

Ghosts in the brass:

Imagine you can hear 

 the Overland crackle with

     indecipherable pronouncements an occasional 

    metallic sound. 

        Draw these past messages. 

          A series of wavy lines across the page 

           indicate tremolo.

            Frenetic squiggly lines indicate disdain 

             circular shapes with jagged edges 

              throughout an ancestor’s hoarse contempt.

Eat into the hum:

Metallic tomb stirs a flicker of recognition 

   // elder's rheumy eyes. 

 What did that curlew call for last night:

  haunting reminder. 

   Do you consider yourself 

    a citizen, a captive, something else 

     // what does this matter?

Hauntlike:

Evoke a sense of the past lingering in the present.

           How do the echoes of Leichhardt haunt the speaker?

New signal (maybe): 

The final chord 

 hangs in the air, 

    unresolved. A distorted sliver 

of ( ) cuts the gloom, 

a tentative first note 

of a new composition.

Imagine a scene 

  where the unearthed 

music is being played. 

      New.

   How does it sound 

 different in the present?

Coda I // Shoplifting on stolen land // Crinkly song

      foil carapace // supermarket’s metallic womb //

    beep ( silence ) // antennae twitch – profit? //

      or cold kiss? // aluminium wrinkle dissent //

       a snag in the smooth // a pocket full of rent //

beneath the shiny things // a truth won't back down //

Coda II // Cockroach // secret passage // crumb // what the fridge hums** //

            the tracks designate

            the physical path of the cockroach,

      while the bracketed emptiness 

  signifies the mystery of its excursion. 

     **What the fridge hums 

 references the prompt's distorted text and invents a question

      about the cockroach's perception of

            the environment.

Coda III // Say: *Dddbdbddbdbddbdbddbdbddbdbddbdbddbdbddbdbddbdbddbdbddbdbddbdbddbdbddbdbddbdbd*

Tristen Harwood is a writer, educator, and reject of settler-colonial society who is of Indigenous and European ancestry.