The near-religious title of Alan Wearne’s new selection of poems, Near Believing, gives an impression of bathos and deprecation, while nevertheless undermining structures of belief, as represented in the book; at times this belief is explicitly Christian, but can also be seen more generally as belief in others, or in the suburban way of life. It is, then, while modest-seeming, highly ambitious ... (read more)
Michael Farrell
Michael Farrell won the 2012 Peter Porter Poetry Prize. Recent books include Family Trees and I Love Poetry (both published by Giramondo), the scholarly Writing Australian Unsettlement: Modes of Poetic Invention 1796–1945 (Palgrave Macmillan), and, as editor, Ashbery Mode (TinFish), an Australian tribute to John Ashbery. Born in Bombala, NSW, in 1965, Michael has lived in Melbourne since 1990.
The near-religious title of Alan Wearne’s new selection of poems, Near Believing, gives an impression of bathos and deprecation, while nevertheless undermining structures of belief, as represented in the book; at times this belief is explicitly Christian, but can also be seen more generally as belief in others, or in the suburban way of life. It is, then, while modest-seeming, highly ambitious ... (read more)
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We bring the horses back to their own fields because we likeTo see them among purple hay as if they signify black seedsA hoof can break any kind of feeling along a dramatic stretchThe gate is where I go to then proclaim my woes to his streetAnd ask him pointed questions like I’m in the Roman SenateImagine me among the morning glory wretched ’n’ botheredBut I should listen to my cornflake box ... (read more)
John A. Scott’s Shorter Lives is written at an intersection between experimental fiction, biography, and poetry. It inherits aspects of earlier works, such as preoccupations with sex and France. As the title indicates, it narrates mini-biographies of famous writers – Arthur Rimbaud, Virginia Stephen (Woolf), André Breton, and Mina Loy – and one painter – Pablo Picasso – with interludes ... (read more)
Writing a line, as if from bed, on a lovely, handmadeorgan based on Gerald Murnane, the Goroke novelistlast seen pouring a glass of amber silk and swayingimperceptibly enough to be called coincidental to HotChocolate. I would not be the writer I am if I forebore tomention the snowy peaks outside, being an analogy ofactual peaks. You see me out there gesturing at theiranti-poetic line, my hand perh ... (read more)
He went down to the shed to look for a chooka particular one he’d seen earlier that morningone he realised he’d never seen before, andthat seemed to have disappeared. It was brownwith white markings, distinctive, like wallpaper
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Walking the streets, reading his booksin the cafés and bars, this was his over-riding question: would he be liked inprison?
He was not particularly bad, or good, orgraceful, or skeptical. He reckoned hebelonged to the median when it came tothe smokers of Lwów: but would he beliked in prison?
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Like a teacup in a snowstorm IFind you and break you. A sentry reptile, I advise youTo return quietly to the campfire. You mistakenly tookMy interest in theology for a strategy
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Flip to a towel, flip toSheets of pasta in an emu's stomach. Sheep merely fluffing the Horizon
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Technology is increasingly feminine. The diction ofSayin ... (read more)
Strawberries: a mania of strawberries on a Turntable
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Drifting off in pineconesOf thought, feeling the wind refractYour backside. Eggs down a rabbit hole
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Voices like coconut milk in a car
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Writing the ball past the line. CloudsDrop on your face: noIt’s snow. The crane stopsAt ... (read more)