Keywords: Australian Poem
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EUREKA STREET TV
- Peter Kirkwood
- 02 December 2011
Robert Adamson discovered a love for reading and writing poetry while serving time in prison as a young adult. His 2011 Blake Poetry Prize winning poem reflects on the experience of discovering divinity by contemplating emptiness and darkness.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
Christmas for crabs; their island blooms with a rare largesse of flesh mashed to pulp on rocks — such 'palatable human refuse'.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Barry Gittins
- 22 November 2011
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Vile denunciations and allegations waft across the vast expanse of space and time. Flatulent Dutch ovens of bigotry aloft fly, as adult, equal love's tagged 'sin', not raft to finding solace, as surely as the Made seeks the Maker's consoling deeps.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Brian Doyle
- 15 November 2011
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There was a man in the land of Uz whose name was Job; and he was essentially a blameless dude, and unarrogant, and he was blessed with seven sons, and three daughters, which is a startling number ...
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Lorraine McGuigan
- 08 November 2011
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Grabbing my hand you drew a line on your chest, moving on to make the sign of the cross. Or so it seemed. Priest! You want a priest? I said, puzzled yet pleased to read your mind. You rolled your eyes, looked up to the ceiling, slowly shook your head.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Marlene Marburg
- 01 November 2011
24 Comments
Two blessings, one resurrected, one still in the tomb. We are not pre-Vatican. We think whole, body and soul ... We are not parrots in a pew trembling.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Helen Hagemann
- 25 October 2011
He drew fear from flood and seedless sun. She traded contradiction for curves and valley hips, verdant sod of earth, reckless drift of goats. When the bailiff came, the end of lamb and beef, she clung to rock and let the salt erupt ...
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Shane McCauley
- 18 October 2011
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Mist moves here, cloaking statues, mild giants that haunt and wait... the slave breathes towardhis freedom.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
She would be aghast, at the weeping litany of my sins... From the moment the apron string is cut, we are free to be. And to bring, make or undo, whatever the hell we want to.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Maria Takolander
- 04 October 2011
Talk of morality is bad for rationality ... it's a derailment-factor, a self-sabotager, a barbecue-stopper, plain un-Australian ... I can help you leverage your life-goals, so that you can experience real change with improved results.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peter Gebhardt
- 27 September 2011
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It might be an epitaph on a tombstone, or an ancient call to prayer ... Forget the ancestral trespassers, the heritage forbears, the gin and bitters people. They didn't ask, they just used their guns.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- James Waller
- 20 September 2011
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Hans shows me an invention which magnifies letters for his failing eyes, so that still he may read, so that still the winds may turn the bronze art coins of his perception. Cobweb-like sculptures dream upon some shelves, poetry is the wing of his bird-like speech.
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