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THE WRASSE AND THE
BEAUTIFUL BREASTS
Theatre of Words
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the wrasse and the beautiful breasts
homestead: Theatre of Words
NoĂŤl Christian Nyrang Creek 2009
honey from the sun
frightened her
There was once a girl not old enough to know that she was young or sure enough of her hands and feet or confident at work but she admired the ocean and the feel of sun on water and the greatness where the depths looked up and reached toward the earth and although she was very shy and did now know her fellows she drove up every weekend to where she kept a little boat and she went out to the reefside where the ocean has its doors. She was not beautiful in daily dresses or apparel but when she became naked all her bones and skin and muscle fell back to the shape of marvels like hot monuments and spice.
no one there around her
The wonder of it frightened her to be modest with herself but one morning on the water with no one there around her she undressed herself down to skin and felt honey from the sun creep on her face and eyelids and the fatness of her nipples and lay upon her spine and back and her belly and her knees.
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There was a Humpheaded Wrasse in the rubble of the reefside looking down to nudge the sand apart for shells and little crabs. His lips were tough and his body was black and he had a stripe like a licking tongue of moonlight as a belt upon his sides. It was his place to enter both the dark and pretty waters and go in amongst the seaweed and the coral and the rocks and he knew many lovely things and he knew the shape of light and he detected a shift through the prism of the water and a falling from the surface that was not the sky or sun but that lay upon the sandbank and turned it into atoms glittering like the sudden scales of a phosphorescent fish and he swam upwards in a spiral round and round the brilliance until he reached farther up than he had ever dared to feel and the top of all the oceans was just a puff above him and a bubble’s width of distance lay between him and the air and above him he saw the girl and the beauty of her breasts was the weight and the contentment of all the fish and ocean and the motion of the planets and the moonlight and the tide and sensation like a ripple or purity of water was throughout his blood and body as a pouring down of awe that to such a flesh the blessing of the universe had come and all his fins were moving and he was living and in love.
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It was his place to enter both the dark and pretty waters
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The girl was upright and supple in the balance of the boat not looking and not breathing but within the thrill of breathing and the quietness that l a y s w i t h i n t h e liquids of the world but as she sat there a central place perfect in her rib-bones began to feel a heat that rose from a tiny point inside until her chest was burning and her
The girl was upright and supple in the balance of the boat not looking and not breathing but within the thrill of breathing and the quietness that lays within the liquids of the world but as she sat there a central place perfect in her rib-bones began to feel a heat that rose from a tiny point inside until her chest was burning and her pulse involved the knowledge of a love nearby that looked at her and loved her in itself and her heart came from her body and waited for a moment in the lovely sunlight air between the midpoint of her breasts and it slipped down to the water and entered without noises and lay where the waves were very small and just upon its back and then there was a flicker as the sea took on its power and brought the heart beside the Wrasse right next to his humpbrowed head
loved her in itself
and then the both of them turned about and swam down to the reef. They came first to a place where all the shadows of the surface were laid across the reef-top like lines of charcoal onto bark and there was glass and metal there and discarded types of phones and splinters made of plastic and collars that waved in the swell and sometimes things with writing and sometimes carvings made with stone and they went another level and entered populations that were colourful and fast to watch or harsh and hard to see and some had the shape of creatures more gentle than their nature and some had a shape of plants or twigs and some looked like the sand and nothing there was clearer but that everything had changes according to the daytime light that washed all the waters clean
p u l s e involved t h e knowledge of a love nearby that looked at her and loved her in itself
and now they went down deeper to where the Wrasse had never gone or even let such water touch or feel tight upon his gills and there was nothing lighted there and nothing was determined except by the taste of water and fishes with a purpose moved in close to go on past and be unknowable again and at last they reached the deepest place that they could dare to go on the margins of the darkness and the edges of the cold and the songs and sudden cryings of very distant voices came to them at intervals and otherwise from the silence was nourishment that flowed over them and onward without end.
Wrasse water
fishes with a purpose
distant voices silence
margins of the darkness 4
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dressed again and tidy
& Afterwards when she had come to get dressed again and tidy and when she had returned to shore and back to daily living she came to feel in the mornings more gentle to her fingers and more trustful of her foot-soles and the toes with which she stood and she dumped away her clothing for cloth that was more lovely and wrapped her in a subtle fold and moved equal to her breath. And she left her job to become a narrator to children and tell stories on the footpaths for the people going by and sometimes now they stop for her with things they have imagined and sometimes they tell each other of the things they heard from her.
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