Keywords: Poetry
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Philip Harvey
- 21 June 2023
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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
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
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
- 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
- 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
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
- Robert DiNapoli
- 14 February 2023
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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
- John Kelly
- 24 January 2023
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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
- 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
- Paul Williamson
- 16 November 2022
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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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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Jamie Dawe
- 03 November 2022
Mum had unshakeable graciousness, although her hand executing cigarette / ballet pirouettes put the fear of foreign emulsification in brothy ox tongue soups / Strong foundations based on love, respect and loyalty with times of grieving — an empath for a neighbour or relative
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Tony London
- 18 October 2022
Change of season is upon us, / hot unseasonal days have drained us, / human sponges squeezed by the hands / of humidity, but the nights are becomingcool, a relief for bodies and minds in need / of withdrawal and replenishment of deep sleep, but in all of this there is some wakefulness, and there are some choristers returned, in these dogwatch hours.
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