Davey Dreamnation

The final scene of the holo depicts Moon’s troubled return to earth, a slow-moving, almost haunting montage of his metamorphosis from an astronaut into a late twenty-something average Korean man catching the subway to Incheon. Nobody recognises him. His journey decelerates as he switches from subway to bus, and then to just walking on foot. [...]

I may have a thousand hands
but that doesn’t make me a Bodhisattva -
in fact, the only things my hands are good for
are mundane things, practical tasks,
not spiritual enlightenment.

I use my thousand hands to play
five hundred games of solitaire against myself
and whenever I win the cards cascade
like a waterfall of poker chips
built by a fake [...]

In the final holo for the night a young engineer becomes the first Korean to land on the moon. The drives are packed with Aramis pods, lasers carve advertising daemons in the crackling air and for once I’m grateful for the busyness, seeing the holo drive pumping like it should, a packed house to compensate [...]

the arrow or the target

set alight

in a carpark at night

[...]

I’m writing a residency in an empty house you’ll never see. I’m sleeping in a small box, floating on a bed of sea noise. We will never visit the holo drive, though I have been there several times, posing as a motor sports enthusiast. The plastic caverns of the refreshments hall. I’m considering applying for [...]

aramis information dawns

on this computer world

we’re stuck inside

this outside

the computerrains

modelling suggests

[...]

Not an environmental activist then, more a scientist cum conference junkie, playing the circuit like a mid-level bureaucrat. Which you were, also, I guess. I resisted the tempation to call you Zero in public, noting that every delegate whose tears you wiped away referred to you only as Mr Moon. Zero Moon, red wine circling [...]

in the heart of your mouth there’s a tongue
there’s a beat there’s a heart shaped like

stars & that’s where you are (& valentine’s
day lasts for ten more hours when you’re on

the line you’re mine i’m whining about how
time will neither speed up nor slow down &

here we are in a zone that’s out of [...]

Just as the last police barrier was being trundled off by truck you waltzed into the hotel via a kitchen door, one tall Korean sea monster with five giggling seaweed hoju in tow. The reaction of the conference delegates was like two hundred dominoes going off in great spirals and cascades of laughter. Instead of [...]

After lengthy delays, Cordite 27 Experience is now ready to go, with new poetry posted daily beginning February 8 2008 - hey, that was last week! Yikes!
Join our guest editor, actor-poet sensation Terry Jaensch and share the experiences of some of Australia’s most innovative and savvy poets! With a beautiful cover image by Emilie Zoey [...]

That’s when I realised you were some kind of environmental activist. It wasn’t until we were inside the lobby of the hotel however that I finally realised the “costume party” we were crashing was in fact an international conference on ocean pollution. The conference, hosted by the local electronics magnate, had attracted over two hundred [...]

The news may well be out of the bag but in any case, I’m very excited to say that I’ve been successful in obtaining funding from Arts Victoria to develop a new collection of poems, based on correspondence between Australian poet Bernard O’Dowd and American bard Walt Whitman.
The correspondence (which has been preserved in [...]

I was dreaming of our eventual reunion on Jeju-do. I was sitting at an outdoor bar with a group of friends, and you just appeared out of the sea mist, like an animated garbage god. Drawn in some sunless Tokyo studio, no doubt. Your manga self wore a shade of pink I hadn’t associated with [...]