after Bonny Cassidy
red eye – effulgent deprecation Continue reading
in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems
e e cummings
like a drunk
looking for his keys
in a parking lot Continue reading
— the wisteria vine like a weight-lifter’s bicep Continue reading
No home maker, nest gatherer, sand sitter
turbo-charged palindromic I eat as I hunt | hunt as I eat
now I am shell-grit, now kelp, now fiery sea-devil. Continue reading
The old guy
with the hip
that’s out
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gave Florida’s clouds a good rollicking then gone Continue reading
An edited TRANSCRIPT OF THE HON. TONY ABBOTT MP, ADDRESS TO THE GLOBAL WARMING POLICY FOUNDATION, WESTMINSTER, LONDON October 10, 2017 Continue reading
‘Wild things’ — a meditation on weeds and the way they refuse to fit the neatness of cultivated life and their ability to persist and survive — is from Australian writer Beth Spencer’s third book, Vagabondage, about the year she lived in a campervan. Continue reading
In August 2016 The Guardian published The Nauru Files, leaked incident reports written by staff in Australia’s detention centre on Nauru between 2013 and 2015. Continue reading
Currently, I’m reading the new edition of Cordite. The theme for this edition is ‘difficult’ and it includes some provocative poetry along with artworks from Paola Balla and Hoda Afshar, translations into English of Brazilian and Romanian writers and an interview with Bangladeshi writer Kaiser Haq. There’s also six essays including a piece on poetry on the radio by Prithvi Varatharajan and an essay by Lynn Davison, What the Repetitions of Poetry Might Help Us Remember about Home, Belonging and the Self where she discusses how poetry can…
’embed us in place and community …and is maybe why we turn to it at heightened, frightened times in our lives. It orients us, it gives us context. And what we hear is not the remnants of a seemingly separate and distant oral tradition, but the called notes for our ways of knowing and being…
Among 50 new poems, my favourite so far – is Jini Maxwell’s bay city plaza
…and the dock sits, sunk like an old dog.
They say a good body is hard to find.
It’s seven now. I’ve had braver days.
Last night, the sea tantrumed herself flat
now the shore creeps out from under waves
as if cringing away from a smack;
Cordite is well worth a read (if you can get away from the construction noise: the crew with the hammers and saws starts early next door). And if not, try something noisy like Sons of Kemet live from the Vortex Club (big hair, big tuba)
Image: Postcard of old St Georges Shopping Centre, Preston Victoria, Tony Worral Photography, Flickr