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Month: September 2018

Sonnet 18 with black holes.

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September 30, 2018September 30, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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The Golden Comb

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Frank’s backed up. Continue reading →

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September 29, 2018October 4, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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harbour city’s f_cked

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the palm at the end, beyond the fence
a last thought of green. Continue reading →

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September 27, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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Sonnet – a different blue

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Face it, nothing here will be sharper, clearer.
There’s no better brighter waiting below.
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September 23, 2018September 23, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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William Kentridge – that which we do not remember

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Art Gallery of NSW, Sydney until 3 February
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September 18, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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Coalface

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February 2017: It’s Question Time in Australia’s Parliament. It’s been a difficult week for the Government: dire polls, grim economics, scandals and policy flip-flops. They need a circuit-breaker. The Treasurer steps up to address the House, in his hand is a lump of coal. Continue reading →

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September 16, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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Friday favourites…

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14 Sept. 2018

My poem – Grandeur is up at Vita Brevis (thanks Brian). Continue reading →

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September 14, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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The stranded angler 

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Lake Illawarra, 7 September 2018

the long flat – gone to white
ring of hills process through blue, grey, black —
bright enough for one small life. Continue reading →

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September 12, 2018September 12, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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The mountain

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—  looms in grandeur
—  glaciers and dark passes
—  avalanches (like a verb) Continue reading →

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September 7, 2018October 12, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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Not the thing itself, only ideas

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after Wallace Stevens

Snagged on the headland’s ironstone the storm drains the bay. The water’s surface is electric (with possibility), rain inscribes Pythagorean forms – trios, polygons, hedrons – onto the second-rate swell. Continue reading →

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September 4, 2018September 5, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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