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  • I’ve just had two poems published on a US-based blog called PFS Post. They’re called “Dying On The Vine(s)” and “Eight Miles High”. You can view em here. I’ve also got two poems, entitled “Avalon V” and “Inna” in the forthcoming Future Welcome: Moosehead Anthology X, edited by Todd Swift and published by DC Books…

  • we’ll get drunk & spit at stars roll cars out into roads & fight trespass on the night’s property we’ll fall in love & then forget throw bottles at the alley cats invade Poland, or whistle tunes we’ll wind our frozen watches shout obscenities at a shadow boil milk from subway sparks we’ll step on…

  • 50/49

    Fifty days in the land of the morning calm. Forty nine nights in a city that breathes like a dragon. Forty eight days drinking cold coffee from cans. Forty seven nights without an Australian radio station. Forty six days stepping over puddles of spittle in the street. Forty five nights with a mosquito and a…

  • There are statues all over Korea dedicated to Admiral Yi, who was famous for attacking and defeating the invading navy of Japan in the late 1500s using a flotilla of iron-clad “turtle boats”. This one is my favourite and can be found in the park at the base of the Pusan Tower. What a guy.…

  • Ronnie Mac gets overwhelmed by pushy Pusan teenagers eager to catch a glimpse of their favourite stars at the Pusan International Film Festival. The girl everyone went berserk for – can’t remember her name but she is huge. One boy asked me to take a picture of her – “just her” – because I was…

  • no news is good enough for your news is death’s excuses humbled vehicles fall off sharper ledges cliff sides bridges cantilevered collapsing news broadcasts live on a rusted wing caboose jerks behind news-crew facades pummel the van’s idling engine room as coffee pre-heats the bagel juice wraps & rehearsals all in the can the news…

  • This poem was written in 2005 as part of a dialogue series with Japanese poet Hiroshi Sasaki (Keiji Minato, translator). It was later published in my collection We Will Disappear. Läs på svenska.

  • Well, after the trauma of last week I can say without a doubt that the last seven days have been much better. Here’s a quick rundown of my patented 7-step program for transformation from gloom and doom merchant into street-strutting writer in residence.

  • Hi to everyone in cyberland. I’ve been too busy to put anything up on here for a little while, as my energies have been directed towards getting my head around Seoul, trying to reign in the creative excesses of Clint Bo Dean, the world’s worst-coiffured superstar and cataloguing the vast output of Davey Dreamnation’s record…

  • I am proud to say that Stevie Nicks has long been an influence on my recordings, hairstyles and genetic make-up. I was immensely happy when she finally left those bogans in Fleetwood Mac and embarked on her simply astonishing (not to mention moving) solo career. I was, however, gutted to learn that I will miss…

  • DNRC051 | 7″ | 2004

  • Right now I am feeling more run-down than I have for a long time. One of my students said to me today “you look dead”. There’s nothing worse than being told something like that but the truth is that I don’t feel well at all. It’s not that I’m sick per se – I don’t…

  • As part of my Australian Culture course here at Sogang University (in which I now teach approximately 40 students), we spent some time learning the basics about Australia: the capital city, the system of government, what the flag and coat of arms mean and, naturally, the national anthem. I think I mentioned in a previous…