Author: Davey Dreamnation

  • I am 24, red hair, plain features, and a little too backward for my own good. B. O’D. 24yo dawn-red hair western districts oz poet seeks 80ish NS/SD amerikan dusky-grey hair ex-civil war nurse poet for inter-continental correspondences & hero worship – must heart ozpo philo/sci-fi &/or long walks on beach FYI both parents RC…

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  • “Similarly, poetry (e.g. the Psalms) can be written in such a way that it looks like a cat wrote it.” —LOLCat Bible Translation Project

  • Envoi

    Brennan’s contemporary, Bernard O’Dowd, espoused the cause of nationalism, and attained a far greater reputation in his day; but unlike Brennan’s, his work has dated badly. Judith Wright, A Book of Australian Verse (1968)

  • Fantasy I

    oh yea! let us go then you & me to a tavern & drink meade there mumble through a manuscript of runes & pull on heavy chain mail sharpen our swords (let the orcs come now for we are ready here in our makeshift campsite cloaks compulsory tales of yore yea of bravery (other words…

  • My article on self-publishing, entitled “Bonfire of the Vanity Presses” has been published in the latest issue of the Weekend Australian. Unlike Justin Clemens’ review of my book We Will Disappear, which was published in last weekend’s edition, this one is available online and you can now read the whole thing, in all its ragged glory…

  • It is nice to be reviewed!

  • What better way to bring up my one thousand and first post than to reflect on my first two weeks in the Netherlands!

  • After 1,000 posts some might be tempted to rest on their laurels. But not I. In fact, I’m looking forward to the next 1,000 posts and planning ways to make them better. After all, my readers matter more to me than I matter to myself. Ehm … apologies to Derek for riffing off his suggestion…

  • It’s hard to believe but this is my 999th post on daveydreamnation.com – a seemingly meaningless milestone if you will; and yet it’s also a chance to reflect, for a nanosecond, on everything that has happened since I first started blogging in 2001/2002. I’ll spare you the trip down memory/amnesia lane that often seems mandatory…

  • 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 Korean man catching the subway to Incheon. Nobody recognises him. His journey decelerates as he switches from subway to bus, and then to foot. Somehow, of course, we…

  • 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…

  • In the feature holo a young engineer becomes the first Korean to land on the moon. The Aramis Drive is packed with 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 for the emptiness…

  • Zandvlieg

    the arrow or the target set alight in a carpark at night woot! meet me there ————————–>

  • I’m the writer in residence 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…