August 2012 Blog Posts (14)

Frozen

Breaking words we disappear from liquid life,

trying to touch we stay blind,

lost in our lies we never find way out,

and wings will not grow up…

Lying on a grass we feel falling clouds on our lips.

I smell you again.

You breath is frozen and I am stone waiting for a flash to warm me…

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Added by Simon Nail Hrebicek on August 31, 2012 at 23:00 — No Comments

Our Literary Heritage: What role do the classics play in our culture?

A panel consisting of Shane Maloney, Wayne Macauley, John Tranter and Susan Wyndham, Chaired by Jane Gleeson-White discussed 'Our Literary Heritage: What role do the classics play in our culture?' at the Byron Bay Writers' Festival.



John Tranter defined the classic, in Latin - classicus, a work of superior literature.



Tranter said that: "classics can change your life".



The panel discussed Michael Hayward's Text Publishing Classics. Hayward believes his 30…

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Added by Rhiannon Hall on August 29, 2012 at 13:39 — 1 Comment

The Future of Reading

The Byron Bay Writers' Festival session titled 'The Future of Reading' featured James Cowan, Andy Griffiths, Rhoda Roberts and Vikki Wakefield.



Andy Griffiths believes that "all text stories still have their own appeal, and win!" By all text stories Griffiths is talking about children's books that don't contain pictures. He believes that this is because 'all text stories' "allow for imagination!"



I was startled by the figure shared in this panel - "46% of Australians…

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Added by Rhiannon Hall on August 26, 2012 at 20:57 — No Comments

About larking about

Modern life can be so busy and serious. We work long hours during the week and spend the weekends doing housework or chasing around after children or family. We do need to stop, relax and even do some frivolous things. It might seem like a strange thing to suggest but we should look to the lark to inspire us. The lark is found all over the…

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Added by Tim Entwisle on August 26, 2012 at 14:28 — 6 Comments

Southern Highlands Writers' Festival

Saturday the 21st of July I headed off to the inaugural Southern Highlands Writers' Festival. It was a great day, with the highlight being Paula McLean's conversation with Mark Tredinnick titled 'Poetry in Motion'.



Paula began the chat describing poetry as like a window to the world, which Mark responded, "well a window is the obvious place for one to observe the world from". Tredinnick then read out his poem 'Catching Fire; or, The Art of Sitting', which is coming out in…

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Added by Rhiannon Hall on August 25, 2012 at 10:14 — No Comments

Archipelogos II

and the islands sloughed off

the mainland

in a continuum geocritical



break upon break

division upon division

of terrestrial meisosis



many in the many

no man is Robinson Crusoe Island

but I have lived on him



quakes that break

great lakes and landmasses

fed to…

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Added by AutoPirate on August 21, 2012 at 4:40 — No Comments

Archipelogos

It was the cliff

broken with reason

that landed on seapaper

forming theoretical islands

bunched like coins in a purse



in the stitches

between reason

theoretical lifeforms arose

out of the clear rush

coming to shore like baby



incomparably, legs were four

trees ached

with theoretical yearning

for seed and windsong

long like a spun horse's braid



is the cold of the North different

to the cold of the South?

the…

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Added by AutoPirate on August 21, 2012 at 4:32 — No Comments

The Shipyard

The night harbours

blink with electricity

to nerve



the port head

and lighthouse eye

every bone is a ship

the skeleton fleet

mooring to journey


of body

in the coming morning



the night harbours

ghostreadings

that steal away to dancehalls

sailor to shorewalker to dancehall dancer

treading boards on the pier

the sun hesitates to rise

thankfully

and the salt hull

shares to sails brimming

masts…

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Added by AutoPirate on August 21, 2012 at 4:04 — No Comments

"CumStain Stardom'

Cum Stain Stardom"





I feel that

evil shiver/You squeeze it

that much harder/

You gleam

My Little CumStainStar!



You Spread and

shed Sex-Odors

I moan and Enter

Hotter/

You Scream.

My Little CumStainStar!



They Look and Point

and Whistle/I smile and

Keep it Civil/You

Shine/

My Little CumStainStar!



They Look and Point

and Giggle/I grin/'Still

Keep it Civil!!!!/" My Slime

Fine Little…

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Added by Angel Finnegan on August 18, 2012 at 6:07 — No Comments

"Whore'sScore On The Real"





An Honest Fee

for an honest Fuck

cannot be Despised.../



Only A Dishonest Fuck

for an unexpected fee,

one laced with lies.

cannot be in all open honesty

so well received and advised/



You, Who'll skip

Bedding with Hypocrisy

will know Just How I feel/You

who Will Fuck

with a taste for Hate

will Not

Know The Deal/You Who

Sleep Willingly with Hypocrisy

will not

know what's real/....



15, August…

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Added by Angel Finnegan on August 18, 2012 at 6:00 — No Comments

For Someone in General

Permutations of rainscatter on the
Macquarie Street concrete

spring interrupted winter for a whole week

before gales ripped roofs and flags

I imagined you walking next to me on a night

nearly idyllic but for the absence of you



you, colourful lion on a bicycle
You, mare on an escalator
You, idea on a jinxed plane



That you exist is beyond question

but how you exist -



in selfperceivings

in present…
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Added by AutoPirate on August 13, 2012 at 16:40 — No Comments

"Secret/Skin/Scream"

"S e c r e t/S k i n/S c r e a m/"



Does Secret Skin

mean secret things

to secret Creams

of secret Means?



Are secret Dreams

the secret thing



a Secret Skin

makes separate

screens?



Are Secret Dreams

the secret thing



a Secret…
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Added by Angel Finnegan on August 12, 2012 at 23:18 — 1 Comment

Raining cats and doggerel.

At last, a beautiful dismal day

has arrived.

Rain falls, breaking the sun scorched

stranglehold,

falls all the long day, and into

the night.

Hours and minutes press close and heavy

through the constant precipitation.

Breathing is cool and moist,

heart and soul lifted by the

unfamiliar dampness, and swept away

in the deluge, lost in childlike exuberance

down suburban rivers of rain.

The dust is…

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Added by william james falls on August 9, 2012 at 20:00 — No Comments

Poem for "The Gamut" art project

The geometry of eking a living,
a harvesting, a seeing, the sense of air, 
a body clothed - whether the temperatures rules us 
in wide planes, and whether we can sleep
in an open sustenance of breeze



Protection to play the while as a mimick-bird
lyres and lazes in flight’s reach - a garden to scarcity,
love to the aimless, fire and plant to the broth



here, take this, this is love, and fire and plant…
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Added by AutoPirate on August 2, 2012 at 16:00 — 1 Comment

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