Keywords: Modern Australian Poems
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ARTS AND CULTURE
Shamed me with his arithmetic, built me a balance beam... Let me practise, practise, practise:My body weighted all its edges, open to his eyes, the air, the sun.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peter Gebhardt
- 08 July 2014
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We, in the calm, fill out the story-line with the words that will go on living, thriving. And be fresh enough to heal the deep of wounds, when the blood at the front has run out and silence is a bone.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Michael Sharkey
- 17 December 2013
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The bird that has no feathers mocks my language. Runs and flaps its wings at me but cannot fly. Throws land-things at me. We laugh like water, make corroboree in sky.
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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
- Philip Harvey
- 03 July 2012
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More than once I observed him walking from the Medley Building of the University of Melbourne to Newman College reading a book, not looking up. It was the book leading the human through the everyday world.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peter Gebhardt
- 20 December 2011
This place is bigger than any kingdom. It opens out, boundary-less, to everyone everywhere. It doesn't matter how many come, and the skateboarders will always get a seat at the banquet, where they will taste the wine and food, learn to sing with the host and rejoice in his good.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Paul Dignam and Jonathan Hadwen
- 07 June 2011
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Jesus said 'G'day mate, why don'tcher try a cast off the point there, I had a few bites just now, reckon you'll catch a feed, at least. I'll get the billy on ...'
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AUSTRALIA
- Philip Harvey
- 06 June 2011
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Fining people for swearing is silly. We can no more control what people say than we can hold the wind, or even a very large fart. Victoria's swear-fine laws are likely to be used either as threat or reality on those who can least afford the fine and cannot fight back.
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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
- Charlotte Clutterbuck
- 02 March 2010
5 Comments
now because of you kneeling .. beside me, thumbing the scarred leather .. of the little mass-book your grandmother .. hid at the back of her Protestant linen-press
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peter Matheson
- 07 July 2009
I spot the odd ornamental shrub .. And even the occasional bird .. Though only sparrows, it seems .. Beloved of the Lord .. Survive this sterile affluence.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Charlotte Clutterbuck
- 24 March 2009
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Dawkins would say I am deluded .. in a world unhoused, split between .. those who think they know everything .. those who think they know there is nothing.
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