Eureka Street

Author: Kevin Gillam

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Three musicians and a dog
- Kevin Gillam
- 17 September 2018
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Bach Chaconnes, Chopin Preludes and high pitched whines joining cello duets ... has me thinking though, about the repositories of silence, because it's been here and waiting, in the 45 degrees of stairwell, the angle providing harbour, a balloon of silence, the colour of healing.
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The sound of black
- Kevin Gillam
- 13 September 2016
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I understand the meaning of her silence but don't have a word for it so I scour night sky for a term for the sound of black between stars and moon and meteorites and planets and us and come up with 'evol' and write it down and then show it to her and she says 'is that the root of evolve like before stuff moves or morphs?' and I say 'no, it's love backwards' and she stares at me and says nothing
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The boys' pranged up moment of shared and shed untruths
- Kevin Gillam
- 27 January 2015
beering, untangling, cruising, jaunty and blooming, the boys, in the ambered half light, the boys
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The wind blew through us
- Kevin Gillam
- 12 August 2014
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We were song that day, free on the stave, note then note, spume and a whiff and dried weed, lick and boom of waves, nudge of groyne. The wind blew through. We were sand that day, sand and salt and shell and curled.
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Rural prayer
- Kevin Gillam, Deanne Davies and James Walton
- 02 July 2013
There is no balm for the yearning of eucalypts. Candlebarks stretch up this vaulted wanting. Dahlias splash an insane chant over a paddock, a calf nods and backs into a startled wander. One day she might raspily lick the mystery of my supplicant salty palm.
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Love poem to a Hills Hoist
- Kevin Gillam
- 22 January 2013
dear hoist, still standing? still spinning? still lapped by buffalo? we loved you. weren't allowed to of course. but we did. draped over, swung from, cranked up and down, merry-go-round on green sea. Mum's peeling carrots, voice piercing the flywire.
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Before the fall
- Kevin Gillam
- 17 January 2012
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The chant of the unseens — ripple in a magpie's throat — as the sigh of a city's prayer cushions — forgiveness has the weight of faith and cloud. And then rain, symphonic on tin, washing walls of doubt.
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Our blind search for sweetness
- Kevin Gillam
- 08 February 2011
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the tongue is bleeding, but the words come out the same. checking spelling, cursive immaculate, an orderly flight of birds across a yellowing page.
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What hope does
- Kevin Gillam
- 10 November 2009
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hope sits dolloped on horizon. hope is found bleeding from elbows. hope waits for sun on the eyelids. hope is one letter from open. hope flys above, ahead, beyond.
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Asylum for an exile at home
- Kevin Gillam and Ben Hession
- 10 February 2009
your community is at call and liberty ... stands o'er an alien harbour ... the land of promise wherein thou art a stranger
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Mistakes make catchy riffs
- Kevin Gillam
- 19 August 2008
I bend the truth 'til it forms a circle .. I write with singular purpose, like a snail crossing lawn .. at night, I write in think, like balloons .. released in sunlight
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The diary of clean beginnings
- Kevin Gillam
- 04 March 2008
my words are miscarriages ... I keep my tongue wound in my teeth, ignore the throbbing in the gullett, but symptoms find their opening
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Author: Kevin Gillam