Keywords: New Chinese Poems
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Saba Hakim, Ray Carmichael and Ouyang Yu
- 02 April 2013
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We have wished to invade Australia like you'd never imagined from where we are based in Pakistan and Afghanistan, countries reduced by hegemony to hell. We ruled the waves till we were in sight of an island that looked from afar like a welcome entity.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Les Murray
- 05 February 2013
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A man coughs like a box and turns on yellow light to follow his bladder out over the gunwale of his bed. He yawns upright trying not to dot the floor with little advance pees.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Yang Xie and Hu Xian, translated Ouyang Yu
- 27 November 2012
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Today I saw a rich man. I knew not what his brains and intestines were like ... Today I saw an old man, one hand holding an old bag, and the other, pressed on his upper abdomen. He looked pale, his head covered in sweat, and the corner of his mouth, it kept quivering.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peter Bakowski
- 20 November 2012
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What a gift is hunger. Because of it your ancestors left their caves, explored plains, valleys, rivers, seas. Their adventures became stories, paintings, songs. There's the story of each person, on the trains, trams, street corners. How vulnerable you are, how strong you are.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Karl Cameron-Jackson
- 12 June 2012
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My dad and his RSL mates repeatedly told us 'Vietnam was a toy-boy war, only 501 died' as though numbers are a marker of grief. My tears often fall in an unremitting flood for eight mates who committed suicide soon after they arrived back home.
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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
- Mark Carkeet and Graham Kershaw
- 17 August 2010
They're elderly, unstable, probably a couple, their cheerful eyes sprung like steel against the cold, their hands arthritic, resigned; their grip carrying no conviction. Concentration lapses. People fail to see. This has never been a Labour town.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
When I met Peter Steele I noticed a spark, a
shimmer of wit that almost subverted his serious courtesy. There was a wild mind at work and play, and I would have to
run prodigiously fast even to catch at its stirrups. So it has proved: it's been a long, vigorous, and exultantly
grateful following.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Shane McCauley
- 19 May 2009
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You will look left and right .. so many times .. the road will never be crossed ... Swim in nothing deeper .. than a basin ... and say a prayer .. before you sleep at night.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Susan Hurley and Grace Yee
- 05 May 2009
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even if we spent the next hundred years .. carving roast lamb on Sundays .. buttering white bread .. and boiling Brussels sprouts .. we could never be them .. nor they us
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ARTS AND CULTURE
What is Germaine to her personality? .. Her Catholic childhood I fear.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
he was diverted.. from the impending roast.. and wiping red wine.. from his generous lips.. he mouthed sweet nothings.. in retaliation.
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