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What is a PC Bang?
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1 min read
Good question.
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An airport, alone
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1 min read
in the arrivals hall i begin planting trees walk naked through abandoned latrines the veins of the airport throb in safety nevertheless i will practice my tai-chi the gangways are empty of tired feet inside the food court fake ferns sleep i use broken glass to create my murals my terminal redevelopment is complete now…
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Welcome to PC Bangs!
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7 min read
Hello, welcome to PC Bangs and my apologies for the delay in getting things started. I have now been in Seoul for what seems like an eternity but which has actually only been two weeks. Over time, I hope to describe some of the aspects of Korea’s unique ‘PC Bang’ culture. Here, ‘bang’ is a…
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Course summary: Creative Writing
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1 min read
In 2005, as part of my Asialink residency in Seoul, I delivered a one-semester course in creative writing within the Department of English at Sogang University.
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Course summary: Australian Culture
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2 min read
In 2005, as part of my Asialink residency in Seoul, I delivered a one-semester course on Australian culture within the Department of English at Sogang University.
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Alone in an airport
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1 min read
all the concessions have finally closed the luggage tags likewise now unravel – i’ve spent the night in an airport alone even the cleaners have all gone home … out on the tarmacs the rain is a canvas the planes are invisible up in the sky at every counter the shutters have risen only perfumes…
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Tintin & the Death Star
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2 min read
i thought i smelt bad on the outside! now with this insufferable goon solo hacking my insides away only to reveal this succubus (this blonde boy tintin i will revise the absolute truth of that observation – phew! not a good start i’ll say – & how he’ll go on to blow up the death…
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Kunst-Wet
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1 min read
two intersecting lines radiate strings of heartbeats in four times double the directions secreting small agents into the surrounding streets & lanes transfers of desire stilt-legged voyages hour-burst rambles freshly-bottled smell of the underground random splices of muzac shred the dark corners of an interruption clock’s soundless alarm men follow women towards escalators triggered by…
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Phone the sky?
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look up to the sky and phone me … don’t leave home without photographing it … never wake up when the stars are text messaging … just hang up when the delay starts messing with your head … all your italian credit is dead … gone to the great numeral zero in the magnetic strip…
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Abendland
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2 min read
in abendland our eyes only reflect the windows of real estate agencies couples roam there; small dogs shit wherever they like; everyone has a slightly bulging belly in abendland & guitar music is de rigeur; words like de rigeur are never used; rivers flow & wood are pictures hung up in galleries frequented on sundays…
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Another Death Star
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2 min read
i hear lady vader’s footsteps clang on the stainless steel gangway; i look busy attending to my knobs & flashing buttons but the dark side is so strong in this one that i am forced to switch on an emergency power generator – red lights bleed across my console & i swivel in my chrome-plated…
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Homesick
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2 min read
there’s a boy leaving home on the train – i can see him see his mother on the platform trying not to cry – the boy knows no restraint too young to hold it in he’s bawling – for a moment he is me & i can feel that sad old fear of separation grown…
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Landschaft (Mit Gerhard Richter)
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took a photograph of sunday night then blew it all onto a wall in paint something stirs in the brittle light – almost like your first vacation’s abrupt denoument; studio sounds erupt into white (the power’s down) this wasn’t scripted neither were your forearms’ shudders – closing in on abstract stalks that make a silhouette…
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Marijuana (In My Mind)
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2 min read
Sleeping through the pouring rain Filling up the lakes and rivers she Came to my dark dream bed & Read me stories from a strange Book (turned the pages like a Grave & held me close under the Nightlights smoking marijuana in My mind†- trucks speed onto Autobahns while phone booths Hold the sodden homeless…
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Baudelaire in Bruxelles
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a silent cartoon wanders the non-descript chaussee over bridges it casts its chisel comic-book shadows illuminated by a passing policeman’s truncheon light as air; that withered stare turns flowerboxes to stones or the dogs to barking fruit stalls there in the internet cafe glare baudelaire calls burundi for twelve cents – resenting the booth’s semi-…