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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…

  • 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…

  • Icebergs

    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…

  • 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…

  • prod/cut

    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…

  • 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 -…

  • This poem appeared in The Age on 9 February 2008.

  • This poem was written as part of a dialogue series with Japanese poet Hiroshi Sasaki (Keiji Minato, translator). It appeared for the first time in print in Mirage #4/Period[ical] (USA, 2006). It was later published in my collection We Will Disappear (2007), and anthologised in Contemporary Australian Poetry (Puncher and Wattmann: Sydney, 2016). ‘Abstract Moon’…

  • Last year, as part of my Asialink residency in Seoul, I wrote an article for the Australian National Tertiary Education Union (NTEU) on the subject of my experience of teaching a course on Australian culture at Sogang University. Here’s a quick excerpt: I have sung the national anthem (‘a capella?’ one incredulous fellow-traveller asked me)…

  • As I look back on my extraordinary career, I sometimes wonder if it’s all been in vain. I mean, I’m not one to blow my own trumpet but if I could, I’d certainly be blowing it every day. It seems, however, that no one else feels confident enough in themselves to ask if they could…

  • It’s funny what you remember and forget about yourself sometimes. For example, I just remembered that in 2002 I was involved in an online discussion forum as part of a project called text-e.org and which was organised by (amongst others) the French Bibliotheque Publique D’Information. Ten forums were held between October 2001 and March 2002…

  • DNRC061 | 7″ | 2007

  • My body is a plastic radio tuned to static.