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		<title>From &#8216;swims&#8217; by Elizabeth-Jane Burnett</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[swims is a long poem by Elizabeth-Jane Burnett documenting a series of wild swims across the UK. The poem starts and ends in Devon, her home county,&#8230;]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>swims <em>is a long poem by Elizabeth-Jane Burnett documenting a series of wild swims across the UK. The poem starts and ends in Devon, her home county, but takes in Somerset, Surrey, the Lake District, London, Wales and Brighton on the way. Each swim experiments with a different way in which an individual might effect environmental change. </em>swims<em> is an overall sequence of twelve swims. We&#8217;re really pleased to be published here, for the first time today, the preface and swim III in the Ouse.</em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Preface</strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">o</span><em>- Swimming is continuous, only the rivers are intermittent.</em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The river is something that happens,<br />
like exercise or illness, to the body<br />
on any given day<br />
I am rivering.</p>
<p>Not that <span style="color: #ffffff;">ooooooo</span> <em>the river is like</em> the body<br />
or <span style="color: #ffffff;">oooooooooooo</span> <em>the river is</em> the body<br />
but<span style="color: #ffffff;"> ooooooooooo</span> both have gone<br />
and what is left is something else.</p>
<p>To not end where you thought you did,<br />
not with skin but water<br />
not with arms but meadow<br />
of watercress, dropwort, floating pennywort,<br />
against all odds to be buoyant.</p>
<p>To feel there is an upward force<br />
greater than the weight of the heart<br />
the knuckles the head to feel as in to feel<br />
it physically push up the ribs which are bones now</p>
<p>everything remembering what it is<br />
becoming is remembering<br />
sinking in the silt is the sand<br />
of the shell of the bone singing<br />
in the reeds in the rushes<br />
hordes of heartbeats not my own:</p>
<p>mollusc onto stone,<br />
milfoil onto moss,<br />
mayfly onto trout,</p>
<p>metal onto clay,<br />
acid onto wire,<br />
<em>electrified chicken wire to keep the salmon in</em><br />
the summer we’ll make a day of it,<br />
fill the car up, make a day of it,<br />
fill the river, make like mayflies</p>
<p>in the summer, swim<br />
in traffic, swim in the car<br />
in the river in the summer in the city<br />
in the chicken in the acid in the salmon in the rain<br />
in the silt in the sulphur in the algae in the day we’ll come<br />
and part as friends</p>
<p>in the day in the river in the moss in the rushes we’ll come and part</p>
<p>in the river in the heather in the rushes in the rain we’ll stay and the day and the day<br />
and the days dart over and summer is over<br />
us salmon leap over<br />
us all come apart<br />
in the end<br />
of the day<br />
and the river.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>III The Ouse</strong></p>
<p><em>The site of Virginia Woolf’s drowning. Poem performed at increasing speed.</em></p>
<p><em>“The simplest method of determining the velocity of a current involves an observer, a floating object or drifter, and a timing device.” &#8211; U.S Department of Commerce, National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration</em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>One by one the horses come.</p>
<p>Breath’s soft shuffle through<br />
water foams open and out<br />
purrs a language<br />
I am learning</p>
<p>through the body<br />
I am learning<br />
through the fact<br />
of my being here<br />
haunch in water<br />
standing<br />
head in hedge<br />
standing<br />
with everything I’ve got.</p>
<p>The simplest method of determining the velocity of a current involves a horse,<br />
a floating object or drifter, and a timing device.</p>
<p>One by one the horses come purring<br />
me open I stir and shake<br />
shivers jolt in parts<br />
of the body yet / to be discovered<br />
I ache in the hedge<br />
of the water<br />
is forcing me open<br />
the horses are dark as the earth<br />
darker than earth<br />
deeper<br />
their flanks rise from the pit<br />
of the word the gut of the word<br />
the ditch the dust the ear<br />
the éar the eard<br />
the native soil or land<br />
deeper than that is the horse<br />
that purrs me open<br />
in water<br />
in open<br />
in open water</p>
<p>the simplest method of determining the velocity of a word involves a horse,<br />
a girl, and a timing device.</p>
<p>One by one the horses come stirring me open<br />
into water into open water<br />
I bend and purr<br />
from rib to hip is a rich loaming<br />
I flank and fall<br />
and purr in the water I am learning<br />
that the simplest method of determining the velocity of a word involves a horse,<br />
a girl, and a poem.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Elizabeth-Jane Burnett is a poet, academic and curator. Recent creative publications include <i>oh-zones</i>, <i>Exotic Birds </i>and<i> M </i>(a poem-film with artist Brian Shields). Poems from the<i> swims</i> project have appeared in <i>The Learned Pig</i> and <i>Lighthouse</i> (forthcoming) and her article“Swims: Body, Ritual, Erasure as Environmental Activism” is in the current “Conceptual Writing” feature edited by Divya Victor in <i>Jacket 2</i>. She is Senior Lecturer in Creative Writing at Newman University, Birmingham.</p>
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