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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Hollywood poems

    • Damian Balassone
    • 24 August 2023
    1 Comment

    I have played Gandhi, King Tut, gangster, giant, elf, / but a lifetime of lifetimes destroyed my mental health: if you’re all things to all men, you’re no one to yourself.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Should AI be the next Poet Laureate?

    • Andrew Hamilton
    • 06 July 2023
    3 Comments

    Can Artificial Intelligence write good poetry? While AI has vast linguistic resources to mimic human poets and creating compelling verse, there remains a distinction between competence and true poetic brilliance, mirroring the broader debate around our relationship with AI, and the very essence of human creativity.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Judith Wright thinks about computers

    • Philip Harvey
    • 21 June 2023
    1 Comment

      A forgotten, faded poem by Judith Wright, found in a second-hand book, explores the tension between humanity and the rise of computers in the 1960s, artfully questioning the supposedly superior nature of these early machines, reminding us of the enduring value of human experiences and qualities.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Cruise

    • Geoff Page
    • 08 June 2023
    1 Comment

    We pass North Head, that place of isolation, unspoiled silence still where campfire smoke would once have greeted / Arthur Phillip with his claim. We’re on our second drink by now / and some among us pause, imagining a Gadigal / imagining that we’re / the first ship of some Final Fleet / returning whence it came.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Not a stockbroker

    • Julian Wood
    • 24 May 2023

    They knew secret restaurants where / You had to knock at a little door with a hatch. And they rose each day at six sharp to train / Before striding into glass towers, And one of them, she said, had read Proust / And told her it was ‘great’, Only he (or she) / Pronounced it ‘Prowst’ like Faust / And all his envy turned to air.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Family business

    • Paul Williamson
    • 27 April 2023

    The bakery is clean and bright, service cheerful. Mother waits at the counter while her daughter brews coffee. Cooking is done out the back / to fill the cut-back menu / and maintain the family’s dream. The business survives as well as most.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    King of sand

    • Damian Balassone
    • 12 April 2023

    Where the highway of man and the desert intersects there’s a dude on a cross  with a crown of spinifex who’s dying in the stifling heat. A mulga lurks below his feet, then slides across the sand alone, condemned to rule a desert throne.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Initiations

    • Geoff Page
    • 09 March 2023

    Filling up the Webster-pak’s / a weekly exercise /  designed to keep me vertical / with sparkle in my eyes. Fresh from Chemist Warehouse as / my tempo wanes and waxes / my pills dispel my latest ills — if not quite death and taxes.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    The Little Red Wagon

    • Robert DiNapoli
    • 14 February 2023
    2 Comments

    But my red carriage rolls its trundling way /  beneath the glare of that auroral show, its flakes of rust conceding time’s betray, / the toll imposed on Adam’s clay in slow / extraction of deep veins of anthracite.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    A teacher's thoughts as the new year calls

    • John Kelly
    • 24 January 2023
    2 Comments

    Days shorten, time contracts, as school agendas / rise in gathering waves, break, surge, and cram / into the mind, intruding on the leisure / of swims, beach strolls, and jetty fishing, / and my marvelling at the blithe ease / of the local seabirds at their play / with wind drifts in a cloudless azure sky.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Any room?

    • John Kelly
    • 12 December 2022

    In all the rush, the crib’s still housed / from last year in the cupboard . . . I wonder / if in all our frantic preparations – beneath the toys, the tinsel, fairy lights / and all the other trinkets, decorations – there’s still within our hearts / and in our whole wide world, in all we plan and do, / even just a minute’s time for you?

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Harlequin country

    • Paul Williamson
    • 16 November 2022
    3 Comments

    Along the tree lined rural highway / past paddocks where canola gleams / so cars stop for golden photographs / past paddocks where sheep graze / then clumps of darker remnant eucalypts / distant hills wear dancing patches of colour.

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