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Monthly Archive for January, 2007

home alone two

in america the customs are all good & old-fashioned should a family of ill-matched actors do any sort of dash through any major airport they are securely placed on the nearest flight a flight to anywhere tickets are only bits of paper crashes & unusual behaviour are tolerated then getting to new york the site [...]

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bdo

well i completed my first ever gig-review in the medium of poetry. it’s here let me know what you think. is poetic music reviewing the way of the future? or not? who knows. the big day out was intense though. physically draining. i gave up on the bigger bands & instead saw some great aus [...]

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info

hey y’all just got back from the coast – bateman’s bay, tuross heads. lovely. now back into work… but before that, interesting news: vibewire has commisioned me to cover the big day out in sydney tommorow. bands such as tool, muse, violent femmes… my gig review will be a mixture of poems, photographs & general [...]

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Prater's Abendland

i turned the title of this chap over in my mind a few times, & was pondering some kind of ‘bending’ land. of course google solves these problems as it does every problem known to man. but & a lot of the poems in this book bend themselves around european & american culture, + the [...]

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XIV

It was like a blur the way we discovered things quickly. Dad was supposed to be in an institution because he attacked mum with a shovel or tried to build several bombs. But it wasn’t him. It was impossible to tell who this man was, the man Sally and I had visited and talked to [...]

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XV

The day the came after us was the day I discovered concrete doors. The doors led straight down they had been covered by dirt in the backyard. Sally was home from school for the week, she didn’t know they would come after us yet and she helped me open the concrete doors. We used a [...]

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this poem

for Stefan Edberg after spending one half of the best of the years you should be enjoying asking obscure dudes to turn your fold-back up & getting pissed at the washed out sound coming from an uncertain combo of ibanez & mid-range peavey amplification (dudes give the thumbs up or else you can’t catch their [...]

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i got nothing

jill discovered the scientific word for the smell of rain the things i discoveredin the past two & a half weeks it seems were written about by 18th century architects:the self-same silly cerebral jolts like ‘delight’ or more intellectual dalliances(ersatz whatever) along the lines of ‘ennui’ jill has the licence now to shatter anyunfamiliarity truly [...]

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dransfield & poetry

this is a great portrait for a cover (although i have seen pictures where he looks a little less regal). anyway lets have a poem / i care not for copyright if such a thing exists out here Goliard Going south Sydney two hours behind is less than a memory. I walked down the highway [...]

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nothing new / although

learning to drive & i have a thought that like a lot of my thoughts goes missing. lost in process. lost on the roadside thumbing at truckdrivers. i don’t write things down, &/or when i do, the lines are never as original as when conceived. poems get made from good thoughts also good poems probably [...]

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