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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.

  • Great Big Star

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    I’m David Niven but I can’t say who you are. You’re the mystery light shining from a great big star. I’m a top gun actor but I’ve gone and lost my lines. You’re the only script writer I’d entrust with my life story. I’m dabbling in moustaches, drowning in pink gin. You’re looking cool in…

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  • READ / BURN

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    you realise this message is for you now – entering this bright blue now for the first time – the thirst for word from an emergency (not a word† you wanted to hear – it strikes you now as surreal – this imperfect now for everything’s summer – it’s for word & a page ignited…

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  • Nipple Happy Lovelies: “Bursts of Enthusiasm”

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    DNRC057 | LP | 1973/2006

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  • Bird Rain

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    bird rain from the hard steel sky no mercies! †no juggernaut rides whip roofs off the honey ††powered winds jacked western highways blinds †††radio reports looping abstract delays shutter ††††whirr powers fail electricity rains down hail †††††bird lightning in its wings sonar burns one ††††††staccato bullet trained in space collides with †††††††tree flower crooked bolts…

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  • The Babble Krewe

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    I’m no groupie, despite what anybody says. My idol’s Han Solo. I have to admit, however, that deep down I have always been a secret Babble groupie. Ever since moving to Melbourne, I mean, before which I had never even heard of this loony Melbourne institution, originally a weekly spoken word night held in Fitzroy.…

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  • Gerhard Richter and foam:e

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    For a long time I’ve admired the art of Gerhard Richter, whose photoreal ‘kerzen’ (candles: see below for an example) would be recognisable to any fan of Sonic Youth’s Daydream Nation album. In the first part of last year, when I was writing full-time thanks to a grant from the Australia Council for the Arts,…

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  • Machines for Dying In

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    Way back in the late 1990s, when I was still living in Sydney and feeling extremely sorry for myself, I wrote an article for a Sydney design magazine which took Le Courbusier’s machines For living in as its inspiration. The magazine unfortunately rejected the article, which actually concerns coffins, or machines for dying in—but I…

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  • Teen Movie

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    8 min read

    I. What I was thinking is not important. I will pass my mid-term examination, Or fail it just to be with him. He has a car and respects me. I love his new Haircut. The other girls, what do they matter? All I know is all of him. We’re Crazy to be this way. I’d…

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  • It’s Real

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    It’s there and it’s real, like snow. Trucks carrying newsprint clog the freeways with its rumour. I was walking along beside it. Something about its timing, its velocity, struck me. I thought, for the first time, that it might be real. It is. It’s there, inside the word. It’s a breathless word. It’s a mountain.…

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  • The Green Pieces: “What Does Comprising Mean?”

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    DNRC056 | LP | 2005

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  • Nagasaki Trance

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    3 min read

    i got frisked in fukuoka/ like a dog i just woofed and rolled over/ i had a date with a destination/ had to get to the bullet train station/ validated my japanese rail pass/ calculated how long it would last until/ I had to get off to get on to get off/ to ride a…

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  • 1/0

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    2 min read

    One for none. All for none. One for all of us. No one for us. You for me. Me for all of us. Us for you. You for me of us. We for them. Them for all of us. Us for all. You for us of us. One for none. Two for none. Two for…

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  • Stranger

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    3 min read

    I got into a car with a stranger. I was five years old and temporarily deaf. I remember now getting off the school bus, at the corner of our street, then running across the bitumen road. It was on Lawson Crescent, in Orange, that I got into the stranger’s car. I’d tripped over in the…

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  • Drunken Ko Un

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    Audience of subway strangers. Stagger at them! Pelt them with praise! I’m Ko Un, and I’m drunker than a poem. This text, pirated, sallies forth upon the bristled breeze. Ko Un! Standing in your shadow magic. Spam, originating from the Republic of Soju, hits me fortnightly. Ko Un! Standing by the door, laughing at advertisements.…

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  • Babble post mortem and pics

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    My re-baptism of fire on the Melbourne spoken word circuit last night during my Babble feature provided me with some food for thought about how to get the most out of performance poetry.

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