tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62695952012-01-21T19:26:25.376+10:30Jill Jones takes poetry for a walkJill Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11239553936363212721noreply@blogger.comBlogger9901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269595.post-82391798865272787802012-01-21T19:26:00.001+10:302012-01-21T19:26:25.400+10:30

Yes, your story rings true there is no here there the night has completely cured me or just behind closed doors, I shudder to think look forward to frosty trees southern light sounds fine I'm working something old themes happened will probably see me box again, happy maybe I mentioned it becoming real, in the hand glad book, be interesting.

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A new issue of Mascara has hit the intertubes recently, and is focused on prose poems. It was edited by Keri Glastonbury. Includes two of my own prose poems. I write them from time to time - most of my books contain a prose poem or so - and at one stage a short ms of them was going to be published in a chapbook. However, I changed my mind and the chapbook became Struggle and Radiance, a different

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Michael Farrell has just posted some comments on a couple of my poems on the Jacket2 site. He points out that some recent poems, such as these two, 'Leaving It To the Sky', from Dark Bright Doors, and 'Misinterpretations/ or the Dark Grey Outline', recently published in Overland, are, in his words, more 'aggressive' and 'rawer, rougher, more "live" '. I hadn't thought of the newer poems in

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The latest version of the annual Black Inc poetry anthology, The Best Australian Poetry, has been finalised and will be heading into print shortly. And, yes, yours truly has a poem in it, which originally appeared on Jeremy Balius' site, The Diamond and the Thief. The poem gets a different title in the anthology, but the rest of the words and lines are as is. This year's editor, John Tranter,

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New work in Blackbox Manifold. Poets include: Emily Carr, Claire Crowther, Nikolai Duffy, Ian Ganassi, Julie Gard, Geoff Gilbert, Carl Griffin, Tom Jenks, Mark Johnson, Jill Jones, David Kinloch, Nathaniel Mackey, Anthony Madrid, Helen Mort, Rebecca Muntean, Burgess Needle, Ujjal Nihil, Aidan Semmens, Corey Wakeling, Duncan White. Plus reviews, and a translation section, co-edited by Sam Ladkin,

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your hand counted on it and if joy arrived in flicker, DIY laser prancing there was plenty too much O summer hoedown after the party run someone delivered bitter crust and for limp dicks, the gaudy you miss the festering the gear sings as it climbs a small city horn jump guns, exciters star blear and goon noise bring you closer each crack in the ether cry cry green lichen taking mould for

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Sometimes at night burning among cautions so when you wake sufficient clouds flame you were floating in what you haven’t done seek to tongue and carry remembered chora heavy moon will not let you sleep

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Maybe I was born among democracy under libertarians on the lam. Maybe I was carted with mimics and homeopaths to the tune of a trice bawdy ballad as exchange. Then I was a debtor living in jalopies with some new kickback. I know I swallowed piranhas, and something more confusing. After that I didn’t speak about the libertarians for a long time. The mimics wandered, catcalls were exposed. When

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faint familiar what sort of creature extinct, quarry, the way they are anomola, lurks from shales mysteries eyes of rock could I be capable of such patience?

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and lost, skimming the tinkle on line the benchmark is a dumbcluck again — wrong, it’s a coyote vibraphone a layette, a kitchen filled with fireworks and lobbyists so, avoid the normal, the natural it's not as if it's a subcommittee of outcasts they play, dudes, they play at the roadblock again among passersby, robins, leatherette rampages, the essentials of the lost, the sum of being a

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A publishing house in the Ukraine, Krok, have just released an e-anthology in English and Ukrainian featuring 20 Australian & 20 Ukrainian contemporary poets, plus a small selection of images by Ukrainian and Australian photographers. Called Contemporary Poetry of Ukraine and Australia, it has been edited by Les Wicks, Yury Zavadsky and Grigory Semenchuk. Australian poets include Susan

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Here's something straight outa Eire, the first issue of RunAmok. Poetry by Michael Kindellan, Robert Sheppard, Gerry Loose, Jennifer Matthews, Joe Luna, Andrew Spragg, Giles Goodland, Jill Jones, Simon Howard, Amanda Ackerman and Juha Virtanen. Criticism by Mandy Bloomfield and Aodan McCardle. Edited by James Cummins, Sarah Hayden, Niamh O'Mahony and Rachel Warriner. You can buy it online. I have

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I could not stop for that - My Business is Circumference - An ignorance, not of Customs, but if caught with the Dawn - or the Sunset see me - Myself the only Kangaroo among the Beauty, Sir, if you please, it afflicts me, and I thought that instruction would take it away. Emily Dickinson - letter to Thomas Higginson (July, 1862)

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The shortlist for the Whitmore Press Manuscript Prize 2011 have just been announced. The following poets, listed in alphabetical order, have been shortlisted for the prize: B. R. Dionysius Paula Green Dominique Hecq Jill Jones Jo Langdon Laura Jean McKay Eddie Paterson Nathan Shepherdson Lucy Todd Corey Wakeling The organisers say: "With 116 entries received, a number of other very worthy

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There are many ways to lose your nerve. Let's not count them. If you can accept working the flux, and not being branded. Disregard may save you. If you have the nerve.

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This recent poem of mine in Overland is partly about the inbetweeness I've felt, partly about working life, always about language, but also contains a bit of a riposte to some recent reviewers who have made odd statements about who I am and/or what I am writing about or into. Though it's of little matter what people think anymore - recent events have got me beyond the whole 'Australian poetry'

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There's a couple of newish poems of mine that have been up for a little while at the OzKo edition of Cordite. Both are, essentially, untitled, but a 'title' was needed for publication. Oh, the limitations of coding. They are part of a longer series of untitled poems I've been working. It's odd, as I've always championed poets paying close attention to their titles but for this series I have

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One thing I have missed, and will miss, living here in Adelaide is the physical presence of poetry 'stuff', the talking, reading thing. I am surrounded by books of poems, in my office at home and my office at work but that's not quite enough, I am finding. There are poets on line. There are poets I know, a flight or two away. Poetry things, poetry 'stuff' happens here - quite obviously - but it

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A sequence I wrote, 'The Linden Tapes', has been shortlisted (though being part of a list of 23 poems suggests a very lo-o-ong list) for the Newcastle Poetry Prize. Essentially it means I will be in the 2011 anthology, which is neat. The prize presentation thingie will happen in Newie in a couple of weeks. I could go, but I am planning an overseas trip (slightly postponed) so can't really afford

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I have been away from the blog for some time. One reason, only being articulated as I type, is that Ruby Street (the physical place) is not mine any longer. I've finally sold up. I've finally left Sydney. It raises a lot of questions about place - physical and virtual. And writing, too. Writing involves place, where you sit, where you write or type, what's out the window or down the street. I

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I will be involved in the Poetic Infiltrations program being run at Bundanon on 23 July. The day consists of a workshop, readings and conversations with leading Australian poets, artists and visiting Chinese translators, followed by the launch of Wombats of Bundanon — Anthology of 20 Australian Poets. Participants include: Jill Jones and Annette Willis, Patrick Jones, Kit Kelen, Chris Song

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In the March issue (no.23) of Cottonmouth, which you can download here along with many other issues, contains one of my recent untitled poems. Up till now I have always given a title to my poems but late last year I wrote a whole series of untitled ones. It's not a permanent approach but I enjoyed the process. The poems are gradually getting published in various places. That issue of Cottonmouth

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bitter trash flower you can't pick clean morning swallow smile talk enters

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Hey, ho - again, I'm late bringing this to your attention but not all that long ago the latest issue of foam:e hit the inter-tubes, guest edited by Laurie Duggan and featuring work by a plethora of poets including Ken Bolton; Jenny Bornholdt; Pam Brown; Joanne Burns; Michelle Cahill; Murray Edmond; Michael Farrell; Denis Gallagher; Katherine Gallagher; Philip Hammial; Gregory Horne; Jill Jones;

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And as you may have picked up from the interview mentioned below, or other sources, Dark Bright Doors has gotten a shortlisting in the NSW Premiers Literary Awards for the Kenneth Slessor Poetry Prize, along with quite an array of other Australian poetry books. The business is now in the lap of the gods but I will get across to Sydney to toast whatever happens with the other poets. To poetry!

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A while since a post (obviously) - much happening in the off-line stuffosphere and interfering with many levels of transmission - but here's a little something from me posted at another venue. It's an interview I did with Jeremy Balius, of Black Rider fame. In many ways, it came from a long conversation we had while waiting at Tullamarine for delayed planes variously to Perth and Adelaide. So,

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Check out the latest Shampoo, a 10th anniversary issue that's full of fresh poetry goodness. Poems by Tim Yu, Stephanie Young, Grzegorz Wróblewski (translated by Malcolm Sinclair), Tim Wright, Valerie Witte, Elizabeth Witte, Alli Warren, Dana Ward, Tim Vander Meulen, Joseph Torra, Halie Theoharides, Benmina Taquito, Dawn Sueoka, Louisa Storer, Suzanne Stein, Tim Shaner, Chad Scheel, RussWade,

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ambits of cells account beyond basin valley barefoot sad one breaks words from harms crush gold cordial dew salt held in walls end paper crawl to begin sung flower flighted passage night feather ground make warm grasp shadow hands translate in order to say I’m for the jabber jumping corridors and fancies local by story line of air meander nuances my narrow emergency noises which stop night

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it is the centre of a word that is unimaginable, almost as it flutters out with the birds indifferent over the lake (from ‘Winged’ in Broken/Open)

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Poems are composed in doubt. The making is not just about choices but about fear, anxiety, resistance, about what is not done as much as about what is done or made.

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maple shed violet over rusted chassis memory go out drum hollow branches testing concrete bronze white petal polystyrene horizon unrestrained letting breeze salt lick bay descents dust feathers stone steps hidden palms tongue indistinct but felt

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data trickles through rain ice tracks dust on my side of thought but which side I don't know how to juxtapose devil syllables gagged I think of a reply phrased like a jigsaw piece this is blessing numbered for night disguised in simple time the air and me acting loose now tossing aside cold rain feeling levels, unmerged dreaming pleasures half-silent halt teeth chatter syllables body the road

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"Among all the subjects first marked out for lyrical expression by Baudelaire, one can be out at the forefront: bad weather." Walter Benjamin, The Arcades Project, trans Howard Eiland and Kevin McLaughlin, The Belknap Press, 2002

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outside the lion is on high fish tremble in trees mud eels loop around a fallen moon and if there is no agreement amongst us the future may plant its dream instead of jungle leaves stones and wings or alternatives simple murder harvest gutted song a million thoughts of foam a million ways to travel beyond things to outrun rain lava or the moon to fear fish and gutted mud bacteria monsters and

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less wizened afternoon with smoky pain rain drains away swirls of branches tentacle blue elusive guardian nothing I would ask always pre-empted juice fades halo on the skin nothing so relaxed as alive hint of your breath as it comes as sin ordinary holy everywhere prayer incubates air from the tunnel slipping doors at the harbour let me swallow my sentence

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A small book of sonnets by Australian poets, called Some Sonnets, edited by Tim Wright and made by him and friends, has just been reviewed by Richard Lopez. Richard says: "A few of these sonnets are in traditional form while the majority are experiments, like the nine-line poem quoted above, of the kind began by Ted Berrigan and even, might I suggest, John Berryman and with more than a dash of

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I seem to have written a small book of poems in the last few weeks - maybe - there's a touch over 40 pages worth. All done in the thin cracks of a very busy time - I made myself do it. But the problem is, none of the poems have titles. One almost did but the title came down into the poem. Now, I've always been someone who'd said that titles are important, as important as the poem in one sense (

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it’s a choice not like damnation that old poem requiring a sunhat whereas handles take concentration especially in the storm of news from flat boxes two ducks heading north they’d be looking for water but loads engage my shoulders here below water - why didn’t I think of that why don’t I pull the cord and leave

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Michael Farrell has a new book out, thempark, from Book Thug in Canada. Great cover and poetry that uses the poetry of John Ashbery as a kind of template. "... – Oprah to your left, Gitmo down that aisle, and over there, marzipan. “It’s an ipod world.” As his title implies, Farrell is caught between a themepark designed by Ashbery and a 'thempark' where the others live" says Michael Davidson.

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are taken away on fences wilder with sounds saved but not less free

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While it seems crazy in the spider season not possessed not forsaken perhaps it starts with the ravens To a dream of your old clothes these afternoons that do not, that bring you pain perhaps the boxes will fall only for you Knots in night, trinkets leaning get along, little dreams, get along if it wasn't for the rumours You could be anywhere pushing or lugging and leave, I can't show you

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nowhere postcards burning raincoats standing longer than going believe hog to be row everything endless paper slither pools change million meander letter box tumble shades world night frightened me-me tears playing wine hear freely it it do angels find words parted answer cloudy wake dirty lime robbing late feeling how looking hard time wet sunshine hair socks soul travelling honey begged

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liquid, evening, open, accumulating sky and sea, slip and swell, opal surface hands, storm bay, soft machines passing car, broken weather, dry shells radio guitar kissing corners, hugging the ghost you forget, clouds cross branches on the moon behind walls, animating the hidden

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I aim at Friday with its clunky beat. You can exchange in an email ‘yeah, we know that’. What is the simpler solution friends or thought It remains a rhythm without remembering or forgetting Holding fast against all attempts you rise, you part

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Finally, the trans-Tasman digital bridge has been finished. Brought to you by the New Zealand Electronic Poetry Centre (nzepc), it is the culmination of two symposia, a call-out for work and a lot of organising behind the scenes. The Digital Bridge organisers, Pam Brown, Martin Edmond, Brian Flaherty and Michele Leggott, invited contributions to build a digital bridge between Auckland and

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I don't know the names the thing waits all the same I remember ZigZag and sublime's shaky hands out of the cubes without cubes water hands you a penny ruins which a southerly swells the day has its hat the dead can't wear within this hour you're fed up decomposing on the ground calms have rhythms fine hairs in the open

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afternoon grey in afternoon sounding you petals leaves and leaves you what are my clothes worth what free scattering no return falling free epochs are rustling by today sounds are better than all that in floridas and gulfs and when its time is come because of this I am almost a man and washes the leaves into the sea empty glasses syllables you almost understand rat bones, black and white the

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"Everything that exists is situated. ..."Max Jacob, in preface to Le cornet à dés, 1916.

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off screen thresholdsbecomeblind sky

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the arrangement ofair thearrangementof paper whatyou seeandwant to seewords orderlinesspace- -- ( ) -

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"The arrangement, which is the life of a poem, includes music and meaning, the immediately experienced and the relations of ideas. The process of arrangement, or creation, is an essential and subtle one."Muriel Rukeyser, The Life of Poetry, Paris Press, 1996.

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what is the defenceof thingsblown at gatesthe ugly rosessmokinghalf-wild with light

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'Poetry seems often a talking to self as well as other as well as self as other, a simultaneity that recognizes the elusive multiplicity of what is called "identity." 'Michael Palmer, "Autobiography, Memory and Mechanisms of Concealment", in Bob Perleman, ed. Writing / Talks, Southern Illinois University Press, 1985.

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The Dublin Poetry Review is a new online publishing venture. The first issue was launched on 24 September, on Ireland Culture Day.The 66 poets in the first issue have contributed work in a range of languages including English, Finnish, French, German, Irish, Japanese, Malay and Spanish.Poets include: Sagicho Aibara, Rae Armantrout, Jenny Bornholdt, David Brooks, Mairéad Byrne, Julius Chingono,

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seeing airblue-filledworld white dark

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And, my belated noting of a review of Dark Bright Doors by Chad Scheel from Jacket (belated? - yes, I have been 'away' for quite a while):The book’s enscription states “Contact/is/the art” and each poem reaches toward that contact. Some fail (intentionally — these are brilliant poems) and others begin to make their way toward a resolution in that which is beyond the poet.The difference between

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anyway, a willingnessto flitter in the gritwhere the pace of airseems to changetasting of bark, hay, wattle

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A new review of Dark Bright Doors by Scott-Patrick Mitchell has appeared, in Out in Perth."Jones’ work is like a gathering storm: ... it is resplendent in that constraint and force, a poetry concerned with the pure distillation of ideas and intent through effortless rhythms and a wry sense of humour, the kind that comes with reflection....This is a dark commanding work. ..."

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in good nickbetween parklands

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we've got to zipto do what needed to be donelost our way?toughen it uplurching ... towards a priceon reprosecutingthere are steps we can takeeverything's on the tablethe doors are openthe truce is calledtrue to my rootsit's a good day for red heads(forecast - possible showers)

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If you don't already have a copy of Dark Bright Doors, just to let you know that Wakefield Press is offering all books at 21% discount (to celebrate 21 years) until the end of the financial year. There are other good books on offer as well. The discount will appear automatically when you add titles to your shopping cart. Just saying ...

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When I was in Sydney, time before last, I did an interview with Ella O'Keefe for Radio 2SER, as part of their Final Draft program. The download has now come online.

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Dark Bright Doors review in Otago Daily Times, New Zealand, by Hamesh Wyatt - cool (well, 9 degrees in Dunedin)."In 1992, Australian poet Jill Jones released a stunning debut collection of poems The Mask and the Jagged Star (Hazard). [...] Her latest collection of poems, Dark Bright Doors, continues to explore the road less travelled. [...] Her poems can be violent. They are all haunted by the

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I recently put together a sequence of poems around the idea of rivers and memory for two friends of mine, the sound artists and composers Solange Kershaw and Damian Castaldi, who were working on a project called Memory Flows.The result is a sound installation using contact and gravity, where the words of my poem flow randomly in time with the swinging back and forth of three diamond shaped

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I'm off to Sydney tomorrow to take part in, and taste the harbour-side salt of, the Sydney Writers Festival.I'll be involved in the following events, so would be great to see any of you who'll be around, at one or more of them:Late Nights at Number OneThursday, 20 May 20109:30 - 11:30 pmAt Number One Wine Bar, Goldfields House,1 Alfred Street, Circular Quay, SydneyEnjoy a drink or bite and listen

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no smooth requirementsstep rocks, or wordsduring pressure within twilightor rain, the fine mooninto the winter or as vagabonds untiedwhere weeks wandertapes of memoryin the ignitionin lines of informationwake up in the morningthat is not a conclusionto heavy nightsa dove sprinklesother movements of birds

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in shade, surface shakesskins cold, deep closedunder curves and coversdegrees key to cloudsfresh air releases youa dreamy target for memoryand lines of work becomemusic within a footstep

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As well as taking part in events at the Sydney Writers Festival next week, I'll also be doing a quite different gig in Sydney on Saturday 22 May, at the Carriageworks.I will be part of some readings organised by The Red Room, at an event called TEDx, which is taking place in Sydney at CarriageWorks on Saturday 22 May 2010 and featuring, as the website claims, a selection of Australia's leading

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Monday 17th is International Day Against Homophobia. One focus this year is on homophobia in sport.In conjunction with this, there's going to be a reading of poetry (not a sports event) hosted by Friendly Street Poets on Sunday 16 May, here in Adelaide (amongst other events, including a rally for same sex marriage on 15th).So, here's the details:The Sport of Anti-Homophobia Poetry Event -

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Some fresh new things to dive amongst at Snorkel. Includes Jenny Bornholdt, Kate Fagan, and Tricia Dearborn, among others.Otoliths is breezy and suitably autumnal. (It was reportedly 6 degrees here this morning.) Includes Michael Farrell, Adam Fieled, Tim Wright, Kristen Kashock, Michelle Cahill, and many more, plus special features, including poems by Michael Rothenberg & David Meltzer. On the

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There's a strong editorial from Sophie Cunningham for the latest Meanjin, pointing out that the gains(not) for women over the last decades are something to keep in the forefront of concerns, that feminism is not something to be shunned as a quaint old seventies marker.She concludes:"Last year not a single female lead singer was included in Triple J’s hottest 100 survey. Catherine Strong explores

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Here is the first longer review of Dark Bright Doors at M/C Reviews. Obviously, it is a review to be happy about, but not just because it is positive. The reviewer, Alison Clifton, engages with the form of the work as well as the aboutness of the poems. That is one thing you hope for in a review.

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Much to ponder on in Kris Hemensley's discussion of the current swag of Australian poetry anthologies, in a broader context of contemporary Australian poetry.Kris and I talked about some of this when I was in the Collected Works shop in February, whilst on a flying visit to Melbourne. I still have not fully digested all he has raised now, especially the preamble and history, the stuff that gets

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Work has been going on a pace on the digital bridge which is being constructed as a result of the first of two trans-Tasman symposia organised under the rubric of Home and Away.It includes a page of poems in various formats here.There's another page where the elements of a collaborative digital poem are being assembled.

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You should get yourself a copy of Mark Young's latest book, Genji Monogatari.

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The Emerging Writers Festival will be running from 21 May until 30 May this year in Melbourne.The program is now up on the website.I'll be around for part of the festival as one of the ambassadors, me - for poetry. I'll also be 'stuck in a lift' with Scott-Patrick Mitchell on Saturday 29 May, 1.45pm in the Swanston Hall at Melbourne Town Hall. I presume we emerge from the lift at some stage.

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You should get yourself a copy of Pam Brown's latest book, Authentic Local.There are other new goodies also from SOI3.

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Feathers within falls,entrances of rain,dust noise in nightshidden against a curtainalso tornHow facts occuror what leaves demand from the past,uproars, riots,ignition, a credo

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I have just come back up the road from three days of a poetry festival at Goolwa, a town at the mouth of the Murray.On the drive back, cows crowding in fields, in black and white (friesians?). A flock of galahs circling the hillside and the dam. Calves, lambs, small horses. Vines in autumn modes. Dangerous drivers on holiday Monday.As part of the festival’s closing Lionel Fogarty reminded us

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The science experiment is over,the bells ting, litmus paperis discarded, muddledlike today’s tunestime flicks, half hour bylongitudinal push,if you can bend yourself,fend if you are sorryabout the desert you findwhen you look to the northover the beautiful hills.

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Michael Farrell, Bel Schenk and myself will be doing a lively panel on the making and being of Out of the Box: Contemporary Australian Gay and Lesbian Poets at this weekend's regional poetry festival at Goolwa. It's on Sunday 25th April at 11am in the Regional Arts Building at Goolwa.And if you are in Melbourne in May, there will be a reading from Out of the Box at Readings bookshop in Carlton.

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Adam Aitken was at my Sydney launch and, lo and behold, has blogged some of his cool pics of the event. Thanks, Adam.

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discover you don’t workgoing beyond the target,in forgotten shiftsdiscover it doesn’t workthe end of the momentbeyond objectives, missing

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I like the poison but blood wears itself out anywaystuck in the midst of old skies,the ancient gipsy on the runbut this time high abovethe planet, spinning aroundhurts the heart, its valves,who would be pink in the darkness

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Looks as though this is the first review of Dark Bright Doors. Small but pretty neat, courtesy of regional media.One thing not quite correct is that the quotes on the front and back of the book are from past reviews or articles. But maybe they still hold for this one.Hope to see some of you on Saturday at the Sydney launch.

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Fresh work at moria.Poetry by Tom Hibbard, Michael Marks, Arkava Das, Brad Vogler, Kirsten Kaschock, Dion Farquhar, Matina L. Stamatakis, Holms Troelstrup, Jeffrey Side, Kristina Marie Darling, Peter Grieco, Adam Fieled, Justyna Bargielska, Jerrod Bohn, Steve Halle, SJ Fowler, Joel Chace, Amy Garrett-Brown, Francis Raven, Chella Courington, Lance Newman, Pat Clifford, Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr,

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Fresh things in the latest e.ratio.Poems by Laynie Browne, Jill Jones, Jane Adam, Jeff Encke, Joseph F. Keppler, Mark Cunningham, Jadon Rempel, Keith Higginbotham, Anne Fitzgerald, Halvard Johnson, plus E·ratio Editions E·Chaps: Bashō’s Phonebook by Travis Macdonald, and Polylogue by Carey Scott Wilkerson. And The Alan Halsey Interview.Read online or download the pdf.

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My latest book, Dark Bright Doors, published by Wakefield Press.To be launched by Debra AdelaideSaturday 10th April 20103.30 for 4pmGleebooks49 Glebe Point Road, GlebeThis the first west island (Australian) launch. Dark Bright Doors has already been welcomed into the world in Auckland and more welcomes are afoot closer to my current abode.

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Here's the beginning of the digital bridge, starting in Auckland, stretching to Sydney (and beyond?).I still have not caught time back, quite, since I arrived back from Auckland, but I brought back with me books and ideas and, most importantly, friendships.Also, wondering about all our understandings and mis-understandings across the ditch. Note, I don't think understandings or mis-understandings

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calci-trance

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ept-in

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Later this month I will be off to Auckland for Part 1 of the Home & Away 2010 poetry symposium (details below). It will be my first time to the North Island (unless you count one hour in transit through Auckland airport). I have spent some time on the South Island over the last few years and am always ready to return. It will be interesting to see what I make of the north.HOME & AWAY 2010The New

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Announcing the February Sydney launch of the ground-breaking anthology, Out of the Box: Contemporary Australian Gay and Lesbian Poets, edited by Michael Farrell and Jill Jones (Puncher and Wattmann). Launched by The Hon Michael Kirby AC CMG & Anna GibbsFriday 26th Feb, 6pmYork Theatre Foyer, Seymour CentreThe event is part of the New Mardi Gras Queer Thinking program.There will be a mega-galaxy

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Lars Palm has got busy publishing again through his ungovernable press. He's just published three works in pdf format (free, downloadable), including my own Passages: Annotations. This e-chapbook is an extract from something I hope one day might see the light of day in hard copy, and is a collection of writing from this blog and a number of other projects that I was engaged with over the last ten

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Announcing the February Melbourne launch of the ground-breaking anthology, Out of the Box: Contemporary Australian Gay and Lesbian Poets, edited by Michael Farrell and Jill Jones (Puncher and Wattmann). To be launched by Christos Tsiolkas and Kathleen FallonTuesday 2nd Feb, 7pmHares & Hyenas 63 Johnston St, FitzroyReaders at the launch include: Javant Biarujia, Bel Schenk, Maria Zajkowski, Terry

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I've had an ongoing interest in all the discussion around e-book readers for some years now. For obvious reasons. And I'm not sure all the current flurry about the new Apple tablet and the like will be a big advance.In other words, I've never been convinced by the slight clunkiness of e-book readers and still am not (quite), though I relented late last year and bought one. No, not a Kindle. I

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As they say, postage stamps aren't what they used to be. I prefer birds on mine, but good old Aussie Post has now taken to sticking (so to speak) 'literary types' on our stamps.And here they are: Peter Carey, Tom Keneally, David Malouf, Bryce Courtenay, Tim Winton, oh and Colleen McCollough. This article in the SMH notes, wrongly, what is wrong with this picture. It reported one of the authors

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Lots of fresh new things in e.ratio.

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Out of the Box: Contemporary Gay and Lesbian Poets is celebrating with its second launch, this time offshore.If you are in Singapore, come along to:Books ActuallyTuesday December 15,7.30-9.30pmThere will be readings by Michael Farrell (co-editor) and guest reader, Cyril Wong.***And watch this space for more details of launches in Melbourne (2 Feb) and Sydney (26 Feb).

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'Out of the Box: Contemporary Australian Gay and Lesbian Poets', edited by Michael Farrell and Jill Jones (Puncher and Wattmann).To be launched by Professor Susan Sheridan at Feast FestivalSaturday 21 November, 11amat Saldechin, 21 King William Street, Adelaide.Readers at the launch include Michael Farrell, Jill Jones and Peter Rose.Poets in the anthology include David Malouf, Dorothy Porter,

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