Keywords: Australian Poets
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Vin Maskell
- 17 November 2010
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He is out there, a fellow water man, in the real dark, in the blue-black ink. I am just here in the shallows, for I am not a swimmer. I can neither see him nor hear him but know he is there because his bike and his clothes are in their usual spot by the footpath.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe and Margaret Cameron
- 19 October 2010
Industrious servant of excellent fame .. You sting to protect the hive, then you die ... Instinct is such an unworthy name .. Which calls a selfless attitude, a lie.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- A. Frances Johnson
- 21 September 2010
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extracted .. from a small black bag .. on a peak hour train .. Held sharp and confident as a new razor .. against the shunt and shuck .. of the carriage .. Throwback to industrial tortures .. held against the soft wet eye
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ARTS AND CULTURE
Some volcanoes are dead bigtime .. Be careful: Don't go near them .. They spit
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ARTS AND CULTURE
as she lies there, somehow she feels time creeping — some inchoate sense, sense of the Grim Reaper reaping with his scathing scythe, or Father Time with a sieve ...
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peter Steele
- 30 April 2010
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Feed and clothe this Australian poet and lodge him in a library attached to a music venue, and remarkable things would happen. He made of London a country of the mind, its vices, virtues, constant features and mutability there to be inspected and eventually portrayed.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
In the winter
sun a soul
twitches neck and
head, neck
buried in the pulse
of a round and thinking
flesh.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
it’s a god of sugar, a god of shallow forgives, it’s a god of stained truth and glass asunder.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
What a pity gay Christians, who might so
greatly enrich and evolve our religious institutions if permitted to flourish, are still obliged to eke their way
along the shadowy paths of discretion if they want to be part of God's gang.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
The sun is a hot body. It warmly makes love to me.
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AUSTRALIA
- Sarah Kanowski
- 02 June 2009
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Sex scandals can make celebrities out of the most unlikely figures. But just how similar is the case of the Oxford poetry professorship candidate accused of sexually harrassing his students, and Australian Rugby League's group sex scandal?
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Gillian Bouras
- 20 May 2009
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Les Murray describes himself as a poet who is religious
rather than a religious poet, and celebrates a sense of wonder and
mystery. In an increasingly secular age, poetry has a new
function as an alternative or complement to religion.
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