Keywords: Australian Poems
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Philip Harvey
- 07 November 2013
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Saying we love someone can take all our courage, our wisdom, our foolishness. Often we don't know how to say it. When we do get to say we love someone, sometimes we reach for the pitch known as poetry. Of all the art forms, poetry and song relay love most immediately. A new book of Australian love poems shows how poetry can stretch the message to screaming point, or say it all in a few seconds.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Carolyn Masel
- 29 October 2013
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A French philosopher went up the Tower to spurn the matchless view. In principle. New York City sparkled at his feet. How to convince them of their value down there: the spontaneity of life on the street — its chaos, brio, democratic lack of vista ... While up here, perilously near the far-sighted eyeball of God (that insatiable, designing orb), you could forget it all, and just hang like a planet, while the lights went out ...
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Various
- 10 September 2013
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Strip out my heart, three-personed Gina; As yet but truck, prospect and seek to mine; That we may improve, export and ourselves refine; Your ore, to the US, Europe, and 'specially China.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- David Lumsden
- 27 August 2013
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He carried no phone and sent no text. He had no email address, deleted no spam, recharged no devices, never backed up.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Selected Poems
- 13 August 2013
I have lost my recipe for making time, but it must be similar to making lasagne. The meat sauce of opportunity, the pasta strips of memory and the cheese roux of anticipation. In fact I'm making some moments right now, and I'm hoping they don't over-cook.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Marlene Marburg and Grant Fraser
- 23 July 2013
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They follow a star, stirring light in their hearts more than the sky, to the margins, where even goats lose their footing. They make a silent journey, growing in hope that the child within and the Child without will recognise each other.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- 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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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Jena Woodhouse
- 04 June 2013
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Sometimes the dark bird of discord is loosed, to circle massif and savannah, inciting acts of mayhem, orgies of slaughter. But sometimes the white bird of hope is released and the tears it weeps restore something like order.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Brendan Doyle, Ben Walter and Rob Wallis
- 28 May 2013
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With every boat that sinks our grief's untold; the smugglers just don't care they're overfull; So join the queue, no need to bribe with gold; and get a proper visa in Kabul.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
Smoke pours from a meter box outside. Firemen scurry like comic extras, unable to locate the smoke's source. Spaced apart in orderly rows we swivel, casting sideways glances through tall windows. Organist and minister struggle with focus.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
When ibis move, they do so in rosters of fastidious steps, each bird as polite as a grandad who is looking for the salt ... Stooped in twos or threes like patient skittles, they whisper quiet inventories of silvered figments and storied frogs.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
They're hooked, no longer hear the church's gong, the stories or the insights that beget it, Real need for intimacy drives them on, a bare heartbeat from chaste religious song.
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