Davey Dreamnation

Well, it’s been a while between drinks for me as far as gigs are concerned but all that’s about to change with the incredibly bulk ace news that I’ll be featuring - alongside deep-fried sock dumpling expert Alicia Sometimes - at a forthcoming edition of Brunswick’s finest poetry reading, Passionate Tongues!
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Image: Chris Schedel: “White Homes, near Elgin, Illinois 2007”.
Prose poetry is the new black. Join guest editor Kristina Marie Darling in celebrating all things prosodical in Cordite 26.1: White Homes, a special selection of work from ten of the USA’s finest exponents of the genre, including Erin M. Bertram, Joshua Clover, Robert Gibbons, Richard Greenfield, [...]

Jet Moon doesn’t have a ticket but she’ll ride on to the next station. She’ll get off, ride the escalator upwards and emerge onto the street. It’s raining in Seoul tonight. She’ll pass by a comic book stand, plastic meals in a window. Rain sluices down the window. There is a bar on the street. [...]

Like a hawker trundling bananas up and down the laneways, the Radio Free Korea broadcast began, its strident rhetoric pock-marked with apaches of radio static. Blue days and green days, orange dawns and summer frosts; all part of the terraforming mandate. Unfurling fogs along the coastal waterways and islands, the mandate encompassed both canals and [...]

In the rapier silence of the empty kitchen I unwrapped bowls and paired chopsticks. The larger soup bowls were already at home on the shelf above the sink, along with the cannisters of rice, dried onions and pickled lemons. I called up some tulips on Windows and started chopping mint. The glass bowl steamed with [...]

The graffiti walls disappeared overnight, only to be replaced by acres of crumbling bricks. Animated characters from Monkey prowled the screens of the subway cars and stations, drilling the denizens in security and respect, performing kick-flip manoeuvres with pixellated aplomb. I watched vacantly as the main display showed the progress of the train through the [...]

As I stumbled through the laneways and backstreets, I caught the occasional snatch of conversation and dice rumbling. The awnings were still out, despite the dark hour, and just as I realised I had taken a wrong turn to the left the rain began to fall again, unannounced and with great speed. I froze beneath [...]

The mood in the PC bangs and gaming rooms was bleak when I finally found them, with many screens switched off and still more blinking urgently, error massages cascaden. Still the small corner of connectivity on the side of the building facing the wharves and the river was pleasant enough for 3am, and about twenty [...]

Under the gloom of streetlights I wandered Footscray, seeking the streets of PC bangs, the refugees, the engine room of the diaspora economy, racks of aloe drinks and snacknuts. Beneath a giant carpark I found an alleyway arcade of fried pork stalls and tube stations, instant access, newband booths, the works. Just as you’d described [...]

Surrounded by rain. Nowhere to go. Rain sheets all evening. Loose laces in my boots. The rain stopped at about 9pm, at about the same time as the feed died out. I took a shower then, in the dark, and left the extraction fan off. Great clouds of steam bloomed in the recess and the [...]