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For the richer poet and the poorer critic - a riposte

Started this discussion. Last reply by AutoPirate Jun 25, 2012. 7 Replies

- for Stephanie EstherThe good poet wrote a poem, a song of themselves, in a cageof metaphysical iron and made a linguistic turn that wouldmake Cyril Connolly blush in a postured nichelike the seed…Continue


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Cloaking Divide

Posted on October 29, 2013 at 5:00 1 Comment

The cloaked elan of a swerve, it took moon curve, foundational blue in blue, a swarm of swell, cantankerings of elation, not a personality to be seen on a wide tabularity. All that is vertigo is not cathedryllic, this numen is too vexed for spirit.

It will not be so for demons' voice hover low. This turn full of words lasts as long as the dance.

The pallour of your ethics needs the cloak. The stellar you've become requires the cloak. For…


Hybrid Shakespeare-Hip Hop

Posted on November 24, 2012 at 1:56 0 Comments

Larry L, Erika Badiou, Too Loose for you

and Matahari hop to Cheshire infantry

mon enfance

Brel strict symphonie

in three

waltz the poor o


the poor o mope

sadness and trickiness

is your angry man scope

the happy? well man, that's double crappy

no gold sold or blood diamonds to Nairobi

fluvial unities

pulsing with xy dynamite

parabola surface dig to

open cut

the kinky sufi master at a rave

old man…


"When I am alone..."

Posted on November 19, 2012 at 0:16 0 Comments

When I am alone for many years

the voice of people whisked away

the epistrophe of their entreaties

do not escape me

the planets by radial circuitry

hum and integrate the calls

to return by broadcasts

heard solely by

not my ear but the

porous waves

interrupting my thoughts

as rude music

that makes me smile knowingly

"Ah, they miss me"  I think

When I am alone I miss them

with pointed fury

the heart is a silent…


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At 13:27 on October 31, 2011, Adrian Wiggins said…

Hello AutoPirate, and a very warm welcome to Sydney Poetry.

This is a social site built by the poets (and friends) of Sydney (and surrounds) for the poets (and friends) of Sydney (and surrounds).

You can:

This being a social site the more we all do here the more interesting it becomes for everyone.

While there's no editor deciding what gets published there is just a bit of post facto moderation (please do read) to keep it clean and on-topic.

I hope you enjoy your time on the site and find it useful.

Best wishes,


At 17:54 on October 31, 2011, AutoPirate said…
thank you kindly Adrian
At 23:30 on July 22, 2013, Lyn said…

Hi OK and you?

At 11:17 on April 28, 2015, joanne burns said…

hi ariel...i do remember you from mr falcon's. am glad you like my work, and the review in SRB. i like the review too!


joanne  [sorry if you received some of this message fingers misbehaved ~~

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