"And Zen nothing turned itself inside out . . . "
"No notes are given as I can’t remember all of the sources."
This poem first appeared in Jacket
This poem was commissioned by the Red Room Project in 2004.
Göteborg Book Fair 2019 provided an opportunity to re-immerse myself in Korean literature and culture via a mini-festival of humanity.
What happens when you cross a rhyming sonnet (written on the eve of the federation of Australia) with a 21st-century, post-avant sensibility?
"whanging in the absence of wind"
But isn't uni supposed to be for young people?
Well, actually, we had a baby.