Keywords: New Australian Poems
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ARTS AND CULTURE
... is up to something, but will not reveal that tricksy intention ... it listens for the starting gun in the hands of a distant God.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Brendan Ryan
- 09 April 2013
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The straggly lines of his arguments follow cow paths ... He laughs as much as he spits. Veins in his cheeks, grey hair testament to frosty mornings, a bull bowling his wife over in the yard ... My father had developed a bad habit of listening.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Saba Hakim, Ray Carmichael and Ouyang Yu
- 02 April 2013
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We have wished to invade Australia like you'd never imagined from where we are based in Pakistan and Afghanistan, countries reduced by hegemony to hell. We ruled the waves till we were in sight of an island that looked from afar like a welcome entity.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Bronwyn Evans
- 26 March 2013
A wooden sturdy poker, it helped on the days when you couldn't feel the floor, but was no substitute for a seat on the tram when you don't look sick or expecting.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peta Edmonds
- 19 March 2013
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On the corner, like an unloved spider, if you've got a cigarette, they've got the lighter. They're in love with all the Gods. They get along with their bong. For them the smoke is the Holy Ghost.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Barry Gittins, Brian Doyle and B. A. Breen
- 12 March 2013
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Man, yeah, I would be pope, if the phone rang, late at night, collect from the Vatican. Yes, I would, if I could do it right. I'd call a meeting of the Curia and say boys, we are letting women run everything for the next five years. Each of you gets a new boss in high heels.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peter Gebhardt
- 05 March 2013
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What I fear is that on Judgment Day one's punishment will be to hear God reciting by heart the poems I would have written had my life been good.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peter Mitchell
- 26 February 2013
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Mars-sunset eyes deep sunk, prune wrinkled hide, cheek bones protruding like clenched fists, hovers above the bed of respite. In the silence, this fellow-feeling fissures the lines of my ordinary features.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Graham Kershaw
- 12 February 2013
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Don't you seek a centre, an object of devotion? Don't you seek a primal source of light? In the evening, on verandahs, in the dark, in the rain ... Don't you go inside quickly and drink yourself blind?
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Les Murray
- 05 February 2013
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A man coughs like a box and turns on yellow light to follow his bladder out over the gunwale of his bed. He yawns upright trying not to dot the floor with little advance pees.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Brian Matthews
- 01 February 2013
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He appeared in the doorway of my study one day in 1971 and asked if I was the one who was starting a course in Australian literature. His voice was soft and melodic, his accent beautifully Irish. Born in Belfast in 1947, he had grown up amid the horrors of 'The Troubles' and would in later years refer to himself as 'a recovering Catholic'.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 29 January 2013
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For what, I ask you, was somebody called our saviour in the turbulent middle-east (still in trouble, of course it must be) two long Ks ago? Light flickered on dwellers in death's dark shadow yet those turbulent sandy nations truckle on, just where their ancestors ambled out of Africa toward the hideogram of history.
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