The First Letter
I am not going to praise your poetry to you B. O’D. BUT! you make the leaves & the grasses speak for themselves! great scald of demos i am yours! master bending down to meh! like a tree of man…
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Poems
As of October 2011, I’d posted over three hundred poems on this site, including many sonnets and search poems, as well as numerous poems that didn’t make it into chapbooks such as Abendland and Morgenland. I then ceased posting poems here, choosing instead to distribute them via my poem of the week newsletter. Then I stopped doing that too. Every now and then I post a poem here … but not as often as I’d like.
Sunbathing
This poem first appeared in Overland (2008) and was anthologized in Thirty Australian Poets (UQP, 2011).
Words From the Master
Revered master Dear Walt, my beloved master, my friend, my bard my prophet and apostle – Dear Bernard My dear master! Your good, long varied and loving letter came yesterday and has been welcome and nourishing to meh. My dear…
Greetings To Whitman
revered master dear walt, my beloved master, my friend, my bard my prophet and apostle my dear master my dear master my dear master my dear master and (may I say?) comrade my dear master my dear master B. O’D.
O’Dowd Seeks Whitman
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…
Gowayz ob LOL: “O Kitteh! Meh Kitteh!”
"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…
“Pretender” (after Madonna Ciccone)
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…
