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Three aspects of Australian racism

  • 12 June 2017


Selected poems


Release the dogs of scorn!

Slip those interesting leads through the diamante collars,all bevelled and sharp and snarly and ironically pastel.The dogs don't run, but saunter to the nearest stools.They order short blacks, or just possibly, flat whites.Once one ordered a cappuccino,and they tore him with sarcasm.The dogs of scorn don't like much,and certainly nothing political.The dogs of scorn hate puns like cats,unless the pun be one of their own,as it is then a case of inarguable wit. Here comes another dog of scorn!The earlier arrivals slither down, and slowly,delicately, walk around him on the tips of their paws.They kiss the air to each side of his anus. The dogs of scorn smell like indie perfume by an Icelandic designer.The dogs of scorn make Johnny Depp's dogs seem unkempt.The dogs of scorn favour bone mots, despite their hatred of puns.They bury them, and dig them up, and nibble them, in a blasé way.Their favourite poet is Dorothy Barker, though the Algonquin favours cats. But suddenly, the dogs of scorn become too fat for their skinny collars and coats!Some dogs of scorn still flaunt beards! Some still use Facebook!Ah, outmoded dogs of scorn, I spray scorn upon you like a Parisian skunk.You ride fresh ideas like kelpies on sheep, and would push them down, into felt!Felt like that rather attractive coat on that rather large dog of scorn.I unbutton the coat and steal it. The dog stands naked as Truth,and fashionable fleas are jumping from his now outré skin. Now the poet wears a fearsome, motley coat.Release the poet of scorn! Doing a Bradbury

Australia's been doing a Bradbury such a long timeLucky us, on the edge of Empire, lucky plucky usAnd the Americans such good friends — eagleitarianThe iron, the coal has seen us bloom into moneyWe fell into wealth like cats into wells but purring all the wayStill some would write that old history of warmthThey won't note what lumps we jumped, unseenBut the ice is melting, and even our keen skates refuseWe are sinking into our luck like yesterday's pavlovaOur cold white is turning to slush, our revels now are endingGod but we were just slick enough God but God but God Three aspects of Australian racism

1. It involves hoods,but less KKK than DDD —Don Dale Detentionwhere the kidswear the hoodsin a stunning displayof regressive taxation. 2. Outsourcing painto poorer placeswhich we payto exercise contempton