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Author: Davey Dreamnation

Davey Dreamnation (1972–?) is an Australalian musician, vocalist, pirate and record-label owner who now lives ‘in the third person’. View his full biography.

  • And we attacked the world and it worked

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    two hearts rushing into the freaky world busted compromised lonely to be pitied – smashed our glasses & instead went blind no way back thrashed beaten or overcome† & so we attacked the world & it worked – put our divisions into place & attacked attacked their betrayals & coded silence coded our response to…

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  • Poem in Snorkel #3!

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    Last year Australian poet Cath Vidler set up a new online magazine called Snorkel, the aim of which is to showcase the best in Australian and New Zealand poets (plus I guess anyone else who’s good). I submitted a couple of poems for the first issue (read them here) and I’ve now managed to sneak…

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  • St Kilda Writers’ Festival

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    If anyone is in any doubt that Melbourne is the cultural capital of the known world, then the website of the St Kilda Writers’ Festival 2006 should set them straight. While only in its second year, the festival boasts a pretty impressive guest list: Tony Birch, Henry Reynolds, Tara Moss, Inga Clendinnen and (ahem) Mystic…

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  • Space Kus

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    This poem was the winner of the 2006 June Shenfield Poetry Award, open to all higher education students at Swinburne University of Technology in Melbourne, and set up in memory of former Swinburne student June Shenfield.

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  • ‘There’s a wild Jack Russell in the Moon’ (audio)

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    My poem ‘There’s a wild Jack Russell in the Moon’ was published in We Will Disappear (2007).

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  • The sad houses of the Ice Queen

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    The towers of her private agony shut out even the night, no lamps or open windows – just two red lights on top blinking away her tears, so the airplanes won’t get smashed. And who was I to be there, looking up at the dizzying heights grown crooked, in the rain, without her face? Someone…

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  • Sean M. Whelan: Catholic, Autistic and Terrific

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    Lock up your bandannas, plectrums and notebooks, people – there’s a man on the streets who’s aiming to break your heart, like the way Wilco said they were trying, only this time succeeding. The man who introduced the world to Catholic Autistic Terrific, who is now in the middle of a post-Balderdash hangover to rival…

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  • Radio Dreamnation

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  • alicia sometimes: BULK ACE!

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    Just in case anyone was suffering under the impression that I’m something of a man’s man, here’s a little image I look at every time I visit the wonderful Page 4 website of Australasia’s most popular, talented and BULK ACE poet, alicia ‘sassy pants’ sometimes! Seeing her in action on the wheels of steel last…

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  • Justin Heazlewood at Babble!

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    After the non-appearance of rumoured Irish headline act Neil, Babble punters could be forgiven for suspecting that uber-host Sean M. Whelan’s response might be to rope in some amateur or half-baked talent to act as the feature performer at last night’s event. Those of little faith might consider working on that aspect of their personality…

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  • Icebergs

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    Icebergs calve, plop and bomb. Great sheets of arctic pain— metaphors, forever lost. The polar bears just stand there, in mid-air, then drop. White water dreams after Greenland, or was that Hell. Whatever. It’s a bit of a stretch but if they can tow one to Belfast then why not here? For some reason, Hitler…

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  • Sool ahn gaesuh

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    like a murder-suicide yesterday’s tiffs became today’s shower of glacial regret hit on the head you’re sool ahn gaesuh left winded bruised & read-dead on our set-list stories of lost orders events tragedies that come in threes like the drinks the straws (deadly for dolphins the lipstick trace a circular argument nobody heard a thing…

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  • prod/cut

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    well in our short life we get into fistfights on message boards dust off the pistols why is everyone else so down on i today i being the sons of some moderate guff from my laboratory don’t patronise kids mean baby jack since pilot land strikes! reach a consensus as anyone could come up with…

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  • She’s An Autarky

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    she’s a why —————– in time soundtracks erase the shutter ———————— myths & breakage —- gossip —- far-fetched ‘n charming ————— ‘n speeding ———– on cooler breathless —————– ‘n devoid of specialist moments waiting —– for sunset in a dusted carpark rustle the mongoose ———————– dinner & show ——————————– autarky —————— shadowland —————– flushes -…

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  • Yer Morningness

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    This poem appeared in The Age on 9 February 2008.

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