States of Poetry Victoria
Who are you? You hear the song, the
Good line along with the others in the
Hair salon. That place for standing in; for< ...
Strawberries: a mania of strawberries on a
Turntable
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Like a teacup in a snowstorm I
Find you and break you. A sentry reptile, I advise you
To return quietly to the campfire. You mistakenly took
My interest in theology for a strategy
for Marcia Langton The rock-art guide, combusting Gwion rock art from the 'Tassel era' is happy art, 1. 'The gestures of delight are her delight.' winter once more and still The carpet could be cleaner – 1 The sound of shovels scraping of men – the night's clinging still – Awake to this, or yet in sleep A fly is walking 2 'Ten thousand womenStates of Poetry 2016 - Victoria | 'Australian awe: white guys on life and art before 1788' by A. Frances Johnson
in 43 degrees, back to image.
His sloppy dreamtime
a melted ice-cream,
far from refrigerated sublime.
though contentiously attributed and dated, he says,
authoritative white sweater in white sweater.
States of Poetry 2016 - Victoria | 'Diary of an Anti-elegist' by A. Frances Johnson
Even poetry dements in the end; fatal attractions to dank earth
and ash albums don't fool or buy time. Poetry cherry-picks
memory for its own ends; yet that's a medicated narcissism for
some. Earnest elegies are often rejected by dogs and children.
Listen to them howl. Voting for life outside of ritual.
I'm on your side; I'm with the hounds and the kids. I won ... 'FAUNE et JEUX' by Jessica L. Wilkinson | States of Poetry Vic - Series One
Recording
Notate October's last hurrah.
'Dear Cameron, You have an undigested
John Forbes influence,' wrote Gig, a decade past.
Digest, instead, the dusk –
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EASTERN
BEACH ... 'Pastoral / "Asset Management"' by Cameron Lowe | States of Poetry Vic - Series One
&nbs ...
so could the world.
There's too much cayenne
in the soup.
The grand abstraction
is one approach
to the poem, I guess –
so too the eye
of the flea.
I can't even taste
the vegetables.
And love?
Mosquitoes are circling
the light globe –
Norma, dead now
a month. And
after we cast the ...
gravel, voices
heat
swimming
you mumble –
on your forehead
an ...