A simple post of appreciation.
What endures? What survives the oven flames?
What is left behind after death, and has no use but a sign that one was living and now is dead?
What survives our desperate last plunge into the cold blue sink?
Kenneth Slessor’s Five bells, brilliantly performed with sonic art on a now retired ABC Radio National poetry show.
To endure you must begin. To survive you must write without success…
Only for those five bells