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  • finally the truth courtesy of windows a complimentary maze to hypnotise the frantic vietnamese providing us our lightning speed ADSL connection so as to send all of our banality home via AOL & thus avoiding the queues at the post office we are subsidising you so shut up & look at your screen saver instead…

  • it’s an art form staying rich fight the power or just barter cyclo donations here press my trigger shoot me please i need it (& god knows i’m paying) instead of listening bicker amongst yourselves hotel room fights the locals wouldn’t care to see (viewing you & me as piggy banks) we’re levees against the…

  • tron/moto

    y2k plus three viet man i’ll never say it again packets unsprawled divers glide through schools of fish though none touch him it’s a miracle of chaos & control – neon blades an old lake’s hole marginal silent on great heights a pinstripe increases the speed the tourist’s unease the matrix unloaded unpacked a dead…

  • look back on wires guitars in anger they painted their own ruby jubilee shooting up three chords obliviously jet ski parts animated stripey tees a line a line a line a lines realign calling a verdant copse thalidomide smash hits mixed in boy band salads the sweats the threats the hot jets if musics not…

  • exhume the hello: it’s time to go down to tribesco where your father knows the word for willow follows these slivers of improbable road lashes lampposts hold the sights & set them hourly daily wrongly platitudes & workers singalongs are ballast for a battered boat exhume the hello: it’s time to go down to tribesco…

  • stencil this: a persistent drone tribesco krowe on a corrugated iron roof its passage staccato all along a gutter sparrows go an oily chimera of heavy flight & a radar pattern signals flat my diagrams uneasy eyes a cast silhouette on the dim graffiti momentary shadow of an uberlord steps across a skys grave send…

  • Get your flippers on, we?re going diving. Cordite #20 is a completely underwater issue: SUBMERGED! POETRY Starring snappy poets joanne burns, Pam Brown, nick whittock, Jen Tsen Kwok, Jane Gibian, Anna Jackson, Mark Pirie, Louise Oxley, Ouyang Yu and more. FEATURES James Stuart cuts loose with an investigation into visual poetry. Read his article in…

  • ABC Radio National last night broadcast what it called the first ever National poetry slam in Australia, courtesy of the Deep End program and fellow-Proser charlotte sometimes. The program featured nine finalists from around Australia (including another Proser, KL) plus yours truly performing a “sacrificial lamb” role by reading out a poem before the contest…

  • For the past two years I’ve been studying towards a Master of Arts by Research (Thesis only) within the Department of English with Cultural Studies at the University of Melbourne. My thesis is a 30,000 word novella concerning the invention of Marzipan in a fictitious village (L-) in Germany in the 1400s. I’ve just been…

  • Well, who would have thunk it. One of my favourite Pavement songs of all time is ‘Cut Your Hair’, which is freaky because towards the end of the song the lyric goes like this: Advertising looks and chops a mustNo big hair!!Songs mean a lotWhen songs are boughtAnd so are you— Bitch, rant down to…

  • I’m dreaming of a nineteenth century Finland Where we skied to school & my lunch was free Prior to my birth even the birds did know it I was smaller than a grain of sand inside you Mother said I wasn’t even thought of then yet She could feel me stirring inside a tiny bell…

  • Come ere, your uncle Clint wants to say something to ya. This is a heads up, okay, and I’m not gunna repeat anything so this is thinking time, right? Right. Shoulders back. Heads up, backs straight. Knees pressed together, shoelaces tied separately. Eyes open, mouth shut. Pencils down, balloons up. Please use graph paper for…

  • It’s hard to believe this poem was written in 2004, almost a decade before my second full-length poetry collection, also entitled Leaves of Glass, was released. Clearly, this poem has absolutely nothing to do with either Bernard O’Dowd or Walt Whitman. Nevertheless, it did go on to appear in LoG, under the title ‘Leaves of…

  • What a nerd I am.

  • The bad news is it’s not Christmas yet. The good news is that come Christmas, I’ll be even more chilled than Dylan due to an injection of funds from the Australia Council. Yes, that’s right, after having played the grant game for about six years I’ve finally been lucky enough to receive one (the success…