Author: Davey Dreamnation

  • Sunny

    the sky’s gone orange mining & we’re left to wander (i’m waiting for a change in a tunnel filled with gas panic someone flipped me the bird it was a canary (shortly dead & the day remained sunny (zero chance of rain gauged delays were spattered with faux frustration & pule & it continued to…

  • she rains heavy & she rains late i syndicate the weather & report with coffee like a tiny brown moon circling in the white cup made with two hands holding clouds up at sunset her eyes are red the rain falls heavy on the bedroom floor puddles of rain to hold down the fumes we…

  • Harbour You

    who will harbour you when the seas erupt harbour when the grave is shallow & leaks who willed this place of calm into being it’s a small harbour when the shots ping & hit i will harbour you when the minister won’t harbour you when all protest fails & build you an asylum if it…

  • A821.4

    that place where we all someday hope to die or rot at least (our skins like autumn leaves a shelf or two devoted to each mind aloof or in solidarity with those whose fame exceeds our own (no matter now this system lets us alphabetise our names as privilege leans on the obscure & the…

  • While I’ve been sweating over the choice of promotional photo for my upcoming debut book of poetry, I’ve also been grappling with issues of artistic integrity and interrogating my own self-image, with alarming results. How do I want the world to view me? Is it possible for me to control the image I present to…

  • In the spirit of all things pertaining to rolling thunder, increasing expectations and maximising tension, I’m happy to report that my debut poetry collection We Will Disappear, to be published by soi 3, an imprint of papertiger media, is edging closer to reality. The text is currently with a proofreader and the cover artwork is…

  • 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 most most likely send all of my sponsors broke (assuming, of course, that I didn’t…

  • 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 For those with long memories, the Search issue came out in January 2004, however the experiment itself was originally enacted on the Poetry Espresso mailing list as part…

  • Jess Malvern

    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 much of the year away. It’s as if we were caught stealing or smoking cigarettes,…

  • 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 demon of images were burnt onto the back of my eyelids as a student back…

  • 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 frangipani was exploding along the Chippendale lanes. A sock got cold. I tramped through Central…

  • 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 been invited to read at the April edition of La Mama Poetica, MCed by tech-queen…

  • DNRC076 | EP | 2011

  • A little-known fact about this collection is that it was banned in South Africa at the time, due to mentions of the ‘devil’ in the title poem.