Keywords: New Australian Poem
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peter Mitchell and Kathryn Hamann
- 15 June 2010
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she migrates the long, thin pole around the recycling dumpster. Beer bottles clink, aluminium cans become metal kebabs ... on the road: her set eyes read the worlds of nature — the sky as upturned colander, shaking droplets of rain.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- P. S. Cottier and Jeff Klooger
- 08 June 2010
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Since furniture regained its proper size .. and animals ceased to speak .. since teapots evicted rodents .. and the Queen became so very nice .. I find myself looking back ... Everything now is normaler and normaler
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Some volcanoes are dead bigtime .. Be careful: Don't go near them .. They spit
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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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mapping the cobbled Parisian dawn .. in search of juxtaposition .. stairways,
upturned street vendors' carts .. unglamorous prostitutes, pedlars .. the
stillness of odd, aged architecture .. angles, spaces awash with light
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They change the sky but not their soul who run .. across the sea: the impartial earth .. gapes for the child of a pauper as for a princeling ... (For Peter Porter)
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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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The same delusion that made us rich .. leaves a Hungry by the doors .. By comparison the 'wealthy' ones, Australian with homes .. on the market, no offers .. bereft in Bankstown .. wails in Warrimoo .. People are and want good.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Tony London
- 20 April 2010
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The old people in the mortuary silence of the doctor’s waiting room, rehearse the look, the patois, become familiar with the creeping symptoms, the medicines of resistance, the gentle small steps on the way.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Libby Hart and Belinda Rule
- 13 April 2010
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Lift up a stone, find a spider, fat as a grape ... Run, and I will be tucked up in the heel of your shoe, gnawing at the lining.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Anthony Lynch
- 06 April 2010
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He walked with his back hunched, his lowered head inches above his toes. As if he feared cavities or his own anonymity. That black dog stopping at every fence post.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Vinay Verma
- 23 March 2010
As angels of innocence cast .. Imperfect shadows .. God idioms are intoned .. Perfunctory .. As morning ablutions .. Disciples invoking pacts of compromise .. Offering souls and solutions .. Silent in their conspiracy
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