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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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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…
Added by Rhiannon Hall on August 29, 2012 at 13:39 — 1 Comment
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…
Added by Rhiannon Hall on August 26, 2012 at 20:57 — No Comments
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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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…
Added by Rhiannon Hall on August 25, 2012 at 10:14 — No Comments
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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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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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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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…
Added by Angel Finnegan on August 18, 2012 at 6:07 — No Comments
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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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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