For Felicity
“…what-ever can happen
will happen…”
Mathematician, Augustus De Morgan,
during the development of ‘Murphy’s Law’.
June 23,1866.
I know when a sentence goes south, when a word goes rogue, when the soil of a textual landscape turns the good dirt toxic. But I always taste too late, my hand on the pen that signed the death warrant. Sometimes you just know too much…too pleased with our own accomplishments, a ‘God’ complex takes over and we can’t separate ego of creation and ego of destruction…
A single tablespoon of potassium cyanide will kill 90 % of 43 people, in all probability, about 39. Death due to cyanide poisoning will occur in much shorter time than three days and more likely in 2-6 hours.
– Wikipedia
Something can always go wrong when writing; the formulae of your best sentences leave residue that cannot be synthesized for reproduction of future work. I simply reach the conclusion of some sentences, and know that’s the best I’ll achieve from this batch…enjoy the endorphins while they last.
Born of Wunjaburra/Munanjali and German heritage, Samuel Wagan Watson is a writer who lives and works on the south-side of Brisbane. His poetry has been awarded accolades the likes of the David Unaipon Award for Emerging Indigenous Writers, The Kenneth Slessor Prize, The New South Wales Premier’s Book of the Year and the Victorian Scanlon Award.