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said let’s buy tulips because you were homesick twenty-four hour florist late-night emergency the tulips sat inside a cool store freezer still wet & trembling fragile as a whispered wish (we said let’s buy some tulips today there’s more sun…
There was a time when I read books voraciously. In fact for most of my life I have read at least one book per month, if not week, meaning that if I was to enter a fund-raising read-a-thon I would…
Today I received an email from a poet who was involved in the Cordite Poetry Review Search issue asking me about the methodology we employed in the exercise. For those with long memories, the Search issue came out in January 2004,…
The creek’s steam mingles with our gossip, picking apart other peoples’ reputations, as we do. The morning stream calls. I ran out of the house, missing the fern by millimetres. In a way this flood is funny. It washes so…
Well, I read the news today and oh boy – I heard that Jean Baudrillard had died, and I thought, yeah, I should write a blog post about him, and about how his ideas of the simulacra and the evil…
DNRC077 | 7″ | 2011
Reading your electrical poems in a Northcote bar in winter made me long for Sydney where July was windy and wet but not cold. I sat in a laudromat once, read Faulkner to stay warm – & by September the…
What a way to begin the month of March – ie, by looking forward to the month of April, my favourite month of the year! Yes, that’s right – as the flier above explains clearly enough on its own, I’ve…