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18: ROOTS

Nick Whittock: india vs australia 03/04





























































gabba

 

I


life in the pitch


a jaffa


of a


ball & a


fork from cooma like


my wife dd slasher size


4 she loves her


pronged attack


rain delays the groundsman


warns the umpires


be tentative be tentative


 


II


approach the pitch with


trepidation the delays


are prolonged


attack the weather


men be tentative for


nail polish


manoeuvres barely


visible i cannot


see marto barely visible


healthy eating baby


tentative

I


is it is true as it seems


ganguly reads


in the weather


3 orange


flowers shadows


the nice ones claim that


proust is a find he has


the best hands in the game


attacks the pitch of the      ball


art aspires to the condition


of sport seam barely visible


 


II


___________


________________s


t________


eve Waugh is not is


black orange 3 was


orange is not is 3 white


young adults on


the train weep into


a full page ad feat.


steve Waugh


                  for     super

match drawn
 
adelaide oval

 

I


i practice my drives


as i walk down


king william st


this whole city exists only


so that the adelaide oval


may exist time shreds away


and runs


are just a consequence


of being


seagulls score


poddy mullets out glenelg


 


II


channel 9 the


tv knows everything


dravid sinks australias heart


there are were


wolves on the hill at 3rd slip


langer has a laconic stance drive


a bullock dray into dimboola


uber mullets seagulls


on the big screen remember


how they will occupy the


crease in the end

I


laxman sinks


into the crease laxman


is long & stretchy


dravid is all crouchy and


bent perfect angles


his arms make a perfect


diamond his wrists are gold


drive into dimboola


attacked the pitch camp


like god overnight


batted like god


 


II


as williams gladiates


across the field


there is a base instinct


in me that cannot bare


to see the team lose the tv


remembers everything vvs laxman


sinks like an australian heart


into the crease a superstar


his bat


orbits him in perfect arcs


from 2nd slip

india by 4 wkts
 
mcg

 

I


at tura beach for boxing day lunch


faith shreds away in no time the tv


knows nothing of the games syntax


man a kierkegaard knight


on the second


morning late order batting


succumbs to


ford


pressure


kierkegaard


air ford ford


 


II


loves her fords &


her cricket the wickets


will fall when the ford logos


are on display


the ads are in the


atmosphere over my left breast


there is a temporary tattoo


of an australian flag you can


feel it in the free air


the wickets will fall when the ford


logos are on display

I


matthew hayden drives


into ford territory


a boy in speedos plays


a cover drive off the back


foot a new stand takes root boy


in brightly coloured speedos


drives on the up


off the front foot he is a syntax man


a distribution of elements that


form sense and well being


at the crease a boy


 


II


a distribution of antiperspirants


ford sense & the games syntax


creased takes guard sets


it up for the decider


in sydney at the end of


an era ford & rexona


like my wife justin


langer has the most


beautiful face there is already


a century floating in her eyes a


new members stand takes root

australia by 9 wkts
 
scg

 

I


lights go out


____


cold out


_______


_______


played


_


at nighttime nothing thin nighttime


laxman is long


10 is not


is longer


 


II


is steve waugh playing


i didnt even know steve was


playing im just here to


see the cricket tear


their flesh & rip their


bones apart amid a sea


of red bunting macgill


is sleeping or thinking of horses


territory marked out in chalk


strange ads take root


in the atmosphere

I


marked out


in his eyes justins


hundred was good


from the start ganguly


reads a hundred in


the feet of simon


katich cover the territory drive


at the boundary rope sheds


a tear for a pierced cricket field


& a futile chase after a thin thin


nighttime


 


II


50 50s seagulls & mullets


45000 small red squares


circle the field repeating


the boundary rope


the innings syntax is


super steve holes out to


tendulkar on the boundary


rope i don't want the world


i want you but at nighttime nothing


steve waugh is not is


no longer

match drawn
 
   


 
Nick Whittock lives in an ideal world where cricket prevails.


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