Davey Dreamnation

My debut collection of poetry We Will Disappear now has a cover image, a thickness (8mm!) and - an ISBN! I’m dizzy. The cover (left) was taken by yours truly back in 2000 - read more about the background to this picture and the author shot (taken by Sean M Whelan) here. The book will [...]

Breakdown of first year Media Studies students’ choice of essay questions by theme:
1. Reality TV (14 essays)
2. Narrative (12)
3. Semiotics (7)
4. Postmodernism (5)
5. Celebrity (5)
6. News Media (3)
7. Culture Jamming (2)
8. Realism (0)

i.
Leaves that flick at the years before me, maniacal, seething. The first of a now-suburban dead. With nobody watching him he softly buried grass. I chomp on weeds & in my sleep bears make me wear things that keep out the sound of American Creek. The wet candle is in the ground, all by its [...]

To chew on grass in the sunshine. To
lick at the yolks of eggs, or bright &
fern-dappled sunlight out in the yard.
The trees crack like whips & faraway
the southerly, the change comes. It’s
worst at night, beneath the porch, as
the spin dryer hums & the gums drop
leaves that flick at my ears before I

Betty Malvern with a bee. Here’s my
sisterly path, the secret way. Through
the woods, into the sunlight for a sec.
Token uniform a spot of brown by the
creek. Small whorls of dirt in the clear
water, like washing a coffee cup first
in a sink olf sudsy white, like a beach.
Clouded eyes now, smile erased by a

Greetings, earthlings. LL Damnation here, with an update on the highly successful guerilla marketing campaign we are currently conducting for DNRC Records. You may not even realise that it’s happening, but that doesn’t mean it is. The idea stemmed from some research we did on the daveydreamnation.com portal and some highly-charged focus groups, which told [...]

For the past month at least my Bloglines account has been on the jinx but tonight, what do you know - all of the blog feeds are now working again and I’ve received a grand total of 245 new items since late April - an impressive amount of content creation on the part of my [...]

For the past twelve months I’ve been listening, looping and messing with my little pink Buddha Machine, with unexpected and mixed results. First off, this cute little boombox inspired me to write prose poems about various incarnations of Buddha, with walk-on cameos from a significant other, a series of kindlove poems intended more as tribute [...]