Monday, May 31, 2004

"You have to betray in order to be truthful."

Jacques Derrida, 'Following Theory: Jacques Derrida' in life.after.theory, eds Michael Payne and John Schad, Continuum, 2003, p. 11.

new hutt poems

Also belatedly, check out the two new issues of Paul Hardacre's hutt online magazine.

hutt 0.3 features poems by Michael Rothenberg, John Kinsella, David Prater, Richard Hillman, Mark Pirie, Clayton A. Couch, Jill Jones, Todd Swift, Joanne Burns.

hutt 0.4 features poems by Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Laurie Duggan, Joanne Burns, B.R. Dionysius, Luke Beesley, L.E. Scott, Andy Jackson, Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino, Simon Hall, Jaya Savige.

Sunday, May 30, 2004

I came home with some kind of cold/ virus/ sickness and writing isn't working terribly well for me at the moment.

Soon, soon.

Although I've come home, I'm still not at home. All that multivocal lyric remembrance.

Later, later.

"...lyric poetry does not overcome anything ..."

Emil Staiger, Basic Concepts of Poetry (Grundbegriffe der Poetik), p. 96.
(trs. J.C. Hudson and L. Frank)

light doesn't long
falls too early these days
after a month when sun faded
so late over rivers, chimney tops

yes, night falls and clatters
in tetchy autumn leaves
too bad, I liked its length
and its fret

Monday, May 24, 2004

And another announcement.

Pam Brown won this year's Kenneth Slessor Prize for Poetry for her book of new and selected poems, Dear Deliria, a Salt book. So, many many congrats to Pam.

More details about the award.

foam:e number one - online now!-

This announcement is a little late (mi scusi) but ... the first issue of the online journal foam:e is now up. It was edited by Angela Gardner and contains a wide selection of terrific work, much of it by members of the Poetry Espresso list plus many others.

Here's the list of fabulous contributors: Andrew Burke, Jen Crawford, MTC Cronin, Del Ray Cross, Laurie Duggan, kari edwards, Michael Farrell, William Fox, Angela Gardner, Kristin Hannaford, Jill Jones, Jayne Fenton Keane, S.K. Kelen, John Leonard, Anthony Lynch, Aoife Mannix, Chris Mansell, Heather Matthew, Peter Minter, Brendan Ryan, Jaya Savige, Gerald Schwartz, Lawrence Upton, Les Wicks, Tim Yu.

There's an Australian bias but, hey, that's OK. Happy reading!

Many thanks to Angela in getting it together and to Cassie Lewis for all her energies in keeping us Poetry Espressoists focussed on poetry (and sometimes coffee and other things) during its time as one of the best poetry lists (imho).

By the way, there's a new list, poneme, which has grown out of Poetry Espresso, and is being managed by Jen Crawford.

Saturday, May 22, 2004

back home

Just stepped off the plane from Singapore about two and a half hours ago, early in the morning.

After a month away, and even factoring in jetlag, I'd still have to say that Sydney and indeed my own home seem a bit alien to me.

There have been visible changes as well. Our neighbout cut down a big tree in his front yard, for instance, and another in his backyard. And it is definitely colder than when we left, colder than Europe and way colder than Singapore, naturally.

Finished ploughing through a pile of mail (the postal stuff).

In the next day or so, I'll add some thoughts about the time spent away.

Saturday, May 08, 2004

stretching

ripple and fold of Australia
worn vastness

smell the heat of Singapore
fuel and tar

.

travel is more walking
looking for signs
interpretation - wrong
a lot of stairs
that could go nowhere
depending

.

climbing into night
its metallic creak
expanse, its different heights
clouds below
unknowing

.

city crowds
their own ways

Prague's, the bridge

where you learn to be safe
with sore calves

.

lit
pre-evening city
unknown birds in the hill park

.

a bee drinks turn by turn
from weed flowers
among Hebrew stones
small yellow petals
from the elms above
in a line across the top
of gravestones
small pebbles and coins
'salut' says one
another - 'I wish for children'


Thursday, May 06, 2004

the invisible city is always with you
the way you know its inside dream
while the unknown city with its clashing
its sirens and bells
and strange rain charms
transverses your map
and in its latitude confuses
all your directions
every way is underground

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

walking / and typing

cob-
ble slips
rain ahead

stone
cement
blonde on blonde

la!
there and
there blossoms

dead
writers
live/script/on

books
books books
livres paris

dogs
doggies
dog shit slip

'a'
where 'q'
should be, slips


- some quick notes on the journey