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From: Vol.06 N.01 – The Everywhere of Things

diamonds are forever

by Connor Weightman

none inured to it

is i guess the rub

language splittles the length of the pole


(i’ll have to ask you here to collect, all of it

, your working knowledge of satellites

and electro magnet theory)


that           it           formalises

and familiarises. that the diaspora

felters over the surface area


fractions (out) like a shock absorber

and puts the arm and arms length

between, between  ,


it is, what? the way of things?

like a current model suggests you imagine

most matter is, when you get right down to it


empty space, pursed points

blowing against each other.

diamonds are forever (1971)


a lattice with fixed quantities, like

the word “immediate” has four syllables

. it would probably be impossible


to trick the whole immaculate

conception of language

to congeal in the middle


(wherein together/s we

can touch


Published: January 2019
Connor Weightman

is currently based in Melbourne. His poetry has appeared in Westerly, Cordite and foam:e.

An Australian and international
journal of ecopoetry and ecopoetics.

Plumwood Mountain Journal is created on the unceded lands of the Gadigal and Wangal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people, and to elders past, present and future. We also acknowledge all traditional custodians of the lands this journal reaches.