New Year Eternities


[Recent poem about New Year events. The ‘Eternity’ on the Bridge at the end is referencing last year’s Sydney Harbour New Year fireworks, and ‘Eternity’ is also a Sydney-specific reference: a reformed alcoholic called Arthur Stace used to write that word on the footpaths of Sydney in the 50 and 60s. I once saw one on Parramatta Road in Haberfield where we lived when I was a teenager. ‘Eyore’ is a grumpy donkey in Winnie the Pooh. I took the shots in a restaurant and at a seaside fair in Kiama three years ago.]

New Year Eternities

Always feel a bit strange, uncomfortable
at New Year events. Don’t quite get it.
Can’t fake the delirious midnight moment,
the lip-pucker and offered cheek, the nose
in the way of the prosecco glass rim. I

know, I know, loosen up, celebrate
humanity & you just made another year,
avoid the mortal danger of Eyore grump
and ageing no longer even much
interested in movies, ultimate sin. Now
there seems just too much of everything,
not enough holy unpixellated nothing. So

dodo-like I crack open a crisp new calendar,
all those empty pages already quivering
with probability clouds of appointments,
rainfall figures, farm observations, deaths,
births & other bright froth on the eternal flux.
Then again, can understand the ancient need
to start afresh, boot the old year over
the cliff of Was, begin again like Finnegan
with a fresh shirt & fervent incantations
of I Really Should. I do know

where I live people pay money, camp
for days to nail the best spot to see fire-
works gush the Harbour like a first orgasm,
be first through the guarded doors
to frantically finger a petaflop of Prada,
Versace, Dolce & Gabbana, remodel
themselves on the models prescribed
to achieve some coyly followable self.
(Follow this poem, & you’re defriended).

So yeah/no, seems, like, we’re stuffing
ourselves empty, putting that bad/great
year behind us, vaguely hoping this year
will finally, finally be the one all is
revealed like a cascade of liquid fire
spelling out Eternity over some darkly
illuminated bridge.


~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on January 2, 2016.

2 Responses to “New Year Eternities”

  1. Used to be a great excuse to get drunk but anymore the headache aint worth it. “But then shall I know even as also I am known.”

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