Keywords: New Australian Poetry
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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
- 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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EUREKA STREET TV
- Peter Kirkwood
- 04 November 2011
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EUREKA STREET TV
- Peter Kirkwood
- 04 November 2011
'The failure of the Rudd and Gillard administrations', said Paul Keating last week, 'is the lack of an over-arching story.' Eureka Street poetry editor Philip Harvey believes poets have a role in articulating a sense of meaning and direction that is lacking in politics and the media.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Marlene Marburg
- 01 November 2011
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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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AUSTRALIA
- John Falzon
- 19 October 2011
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Recently I received an email from a young man in Queensland. He was writing to thank the St Vincent de Paul Society for the stance it takes on the side of people who are demonised for being unemployed. He told me his story. Here are some bits of it.
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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
- 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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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Jordie Albiston
- 13 September 2011
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Thank you feet, for putting one after another along shorelines and long paths ... Sorry for all the concrete, landmines and shoes. To hands, many thanks, for touching many things ... I hope you enjoyed the feel of another's occasional flesh.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Rory Harris
- 06 September 2011
the coast is jagged like a weeping cut .. the high end of town, pizza beer dusk ... it is here we have staked a life, counted off the steps and measured what it is we need ... hands dissolve in prayer.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Grant Fraser
- 30 August 2011
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Now he is pursed within the curl of his leaf, a monk at watch for those lost souls, whom he might trap in the sneer of his silken intentions.
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