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Category: Amnesia Lane

This category contains posts written many years ago but only now seeing the light of day for the first time.

From the Archives: the curtains

This is possibly one of my oldest unpublished poems, probably dating from around 1992. I remember showing it to a girl I was going out with in the late 1990s; she read it and then exclaimed “But what does it meeeeeaaannnnn???!” We broke up shortly after that.

From the Archives: “He Carried Oranges”

I have absolutely no idea what this prose fragment was supposed to be about but I do know that it’s been fifteen years or so since I cared one way or the other. I was probably reading too much Borges at the time.

From the Archives: What a Bird

This is one of my all-time favourite poems, mostly because it’s just so daft.

From the Archives: Desmond

I think I must have written this poem some time in the early 1990s. I have absolutely no idea what it’s about but I really like the concluding couplet, for some reason (and in fact I think I’ve even re-used it in other poems over the years as well).

From the Archives: Aussie Eats

“I wonder how many of our young district people could tell me what Nardoo is. No doubt most of them think wheat was the first thing ever grown in this district from which…

From the Archives: Last Night Betty Extender (audio)

It seems like a long time ago that I wrote the poem ‘Last Night Betty’, and it seems like an eternity since I listened to this slice of mixed up toe-jam.

From the Archives: “What’s Wrong With You?” by the Mike Oldfield Five

Back in 2004 – God, how old does that make me! – I participated in a slam as part of the Melbourne Writers Festival that involved teams of four doing group pieces and random solo poems as well.

From the Archives: the original D/DN bio image

To celebrate ten years of blogging (!) I’m introducing a new feature on this site. Amnesia Lane is a fortnightly post featuring words, images and/or sounds from the D/DN archives, with an emphasis on items never read, seen or heard before by the discerning public.