Savanna Wegman 

 savanna.wgmn@gmail.com










Towards a poetry of vanity 

Towards a poetry of aesthetics 

Towards a marinating poetry  

Towards a gestalt poetry  

Towards a un-poetry

Towards a poetry of river styx

Towards a poetry of gnosticism

Towards a poetry of portals  

Towards a poetry that hides from her mother

Towards a poetry spoken in secret

Towards a shower poetry

Towards a poetry that never wears shoes

Towards a poetry that is waiting for answers

Towards a poetry that savours the not knowing

Towards a poetry that overslept

Towards a puffy poetry, self inflatable with the right eyes

Towards a cyborg poetry

Towards a dessert poetry

Towards a alcoholic poetry

Towards a naked poetry

Towards a poetry of the tarot

Towards a punch-drunk poetry

Towards a public poetry




Towards a poetry of desperation

Towards a poetry of fossils

Towards a poetry of future  

Towards a carnivallised poetry

Towards a poetry in masque
 
Towards a poetry that ravishes
Towards a poetry of dream language
Towards a remix poetry
Towards a poetry of paradox
Towards an uncategorised poetry
Towards a poetry of touch
Towards a ritual poetry
Towards a poetry of fire
Towards a poetry of breath
Towards a breathing poetry
Towards a montage poetry
Towards a poetry of inventions

Towards a poetry of creation and destruction

Towards a sanctum poetry

Towards a poetry of dramaturgy
Towards a poetry that never learnt to rush
Towards a poetry of childlike imagination
Towards a poetry that is induced

Towards a maximalist poetry
Towards a poetry of camp
Towards a poetry of potions
Towards a sensual poetry
Towards a poetry that kisses gentle
Towards a poetry that loves
Towards a poetry that celebrates
Towards a birthday sex poetry
Towards a theta wave poetry
Towards a interface poetry
Towards a poetry for mourning lost culture
Towards a poetry made to transform

Towards a poetry of split bodies
Towards a incubated poetry
Towards a goosebump poetry
Towards a poetry of hands
Towards a meta-poetry
Towards a poetry of feelings ephemeral
Towards a poetry of the temporary everything


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damp Narcissus, pocket trick mirror, memento mori tattoo

immortal romances, every sound spoken through the harp, French sensuality, chaos blooming, renaissance hands

pyrex glassware or sensory deprivation tank, refrigerator, epsom salts, rare seedlings

magic circle, babushka doll hands, cling wrap, surgical gloves, fake bones, satellite camera 

superglue, stitches

tightrope, prayers

godlike lips tunnel to godlike chests, molten light in a drinking bowl, $2 shop halo, an act of deus ex machina

escape key, press X to enter 

oversized hoodie, attitude of raspberry sorbet, 180 degree oven for baked clay collectibles, sterling silver belly button charm

folded paper in pocket until it disintegrates, torchlight under doona, purple invisible ink pens, text disappearing machine, wax encasings, coffins

ultra steam, finger on condensation, time jump, waterproof bible

agility elixirs, acrobatic tendancies, the impulse for flight, the seduction of water 

hanging swords and unreadable scripts, a forgotten magic eyeglass, the clock pendulum - a sun face 

white rose in left hand, eyes closed to follow a new warmth of light, of winds hushing the word SELAH

The birds this morning sounded violent. The kisses in my dreams were youthful. Temporary glows and soft reckonings.

a large atmospheric sigh

metal robot puma, digtial oracle, synthetic emporiums, Erik Davis’ Techgnosis and my body to interface with the minerals, transclucence 

an immortal dinner party, moonlight, Marie Antoinette rendezvous, tea gardens, tiny knives 

obsession, glass abstinthe fountain, blue ink on my bedsheets, a wall of found objects that I have engraved with poetry

overwhelmed in the opulence of something so exactly, breathlessness 

book of archetypes, the four elements, a blessing force 

shirtlessness, the Sade song, a rose in the mouth, a salamander drawn on the centre of my chest 

A list of performance art pieces I will never make* 
*due to the impossibility of their physics, fear, lack of funding, the laws of private property, inconsistent Melbourne weather, avoidance of my own body in such visual/tangible/lucid/fragile states, threat of arrest, distractions of labour, the complexities of cloning technologies, likelihood of death.


a shipwreck, a recording of my lover reading exerpts of Agua Viva aloud, summoning similar spells, “I adore the feeling of devotion”

a medieval apothecary, incense, gasoline, an Opera singer, a river

volcano omens, re-enchanting, a manifesto of 

teenage medusa wasteland, peak bacchant hour, smoke and cars 

Bosch gardens and new kingdoms, psalms found in an erupted sky, pomegrante rain 
 











steampunk inventory, Borges’ book of imaginary animals

delusional architecture, unfolding toybox theatre, hand of God

a healer, Rilke’s Book of Hours, the Cocteau Twins, a baptism, private heavens 




waiting for secret music, unearthing love notes, I attach wings to my ears 












Oracle bones








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