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When the Wind Stopped

I read somewhere that the words ‘ekphrasis’ and ‘ekphrastic’ had at one stage a reference only in the Oxford dictionary, but nowadays these words are very much part of poets’ vocabularies and practices and most poets at some stage write …

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Judith Beveridge’s Twelve Highlights from 2014

Throughout 2014, Judith Beveridge selected one poem per month to spotlight in Cordite Poetry Review, and she delivered excellent choices … writing a bit to each selection. We have compiled them all here in one article. Enjoy!

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‘The Edge of Reality’: Paul Magee in Conversation with Paul Collis, Jen Crawford and Wayne Knight

Chapter 4, which follows immediately below, was composed later that afternoon, when we stopped at an Information Shelter on the red dirt road back to Bourke.

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Can Poetry Be Happy?

My uncle named his retro-fitted army van after Field Marshal Erick Von … someone. I’m hesitant to Google.

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Tīfaifai and Translation: Piecing ‘Nadia’ from Chantal Spitz’s Cartes postales

In her 2006 collection of essays and poetry Pensées insolentes et inutiles, the pillar of francophone Oceanian literature that is Tahitian author Chantal T Spitz ruminates on the purpose of her writing: ‘This isn’t an autobiography but it now seems …

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Nicole Rain Sellers Reviews Marjon Mossammaparast and Simon Tedeschi

In And to Ecstasy and Fugitive, Marjon Mossammaparast and Simon Tedeschi testify to psychic realities concurrent with place, realities that overflow Australian and international borders. Both books hinge on altered states of consciousness. Both are arranged in segments self-described as “pastiches” or “fragments” (Tedeschi 20; Mossammaparast 87).

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Dead Dad Club

The picture glints with the summer of 2008. Paling behind us the sky, a war waged between sea and God. It doesn’t end. It won’t. That shirt he’s wearing, the one with the navy flags on the back. Nautica— he …

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Jennifer Compton Reviews Sarah Holland-Batt and Gavin Yuan Gao

Both of these considerable books, The Jaguar by Sarah Holland-Batt and At the Altar of Touch by Gavin Yuan Gao, arrived into my hands, out of their padded envelope, with all of the gravitas of prize-winners. They are, both of them, winning books—they shine with sincerity and reach and craft—and they won me over with minimal resistance on my part.

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Essential Gossip: Allen Ginsberg, Robert Duncan and U.S.-Australian Poetics

In 1985, when the bulky anthology Technicians of the Sacred: A Range of Poetries from Africa, America, Asia, Europe and Oceania (first published in 1968) was printed in a new edition, it was advertised with the curious dust jacket recommendation: ‘hailed by the Los Angeles Times Book Review as one of the hundred most recommended American books of the last thirty-five years’.

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Landscapes, with Poem

i. The first vision: it was prehistoric, the gargantuan ferns reflected in what he called a billabong. We didn’t know what it heralded, wider than the promise of platypus the arresting half-risen stumps of drowned giants, when on we gingerly …

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‘It’s no gift to have this kind of knowledge’: Indigo Perry in conversation with Dani Netherclift

Indigo Perry and Dani Netherclift are sisters living and writing in Victoria. Their father and older brother both drowned in an irrigation channel in 1993. Below is a conversation about the ways that this tragedy has shaped their creative practices both singularly and in dialogue with each other’s work.

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UnMonumental: 20 Works by Matt Chun and James Tylor

UnMonumental is a collaborative project by artists James Tylor and Matt Chun. UnMonumental posts events from Australian history that are little known, hidden or commonly misrepresented, accompanied by original watercolour drawings.

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glass poem

after Adrienne Rich’s ‘Song’ with waves in it the voice sounds softly caged now we are in the apartment twenty two hours of each day i am noticing the drip of white paint like a long unfinished cry on the …

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Watching Adrianne Lenker Play Guitar with a Paintbrush

slow-motion cool, calligraphing the air as if to polish sound to a diamond, as if to brush your way into the core of the simple progression, everything about you is a light touch, a deft waltz shuttling fractals across a …

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The Morgue I Think the Deader it Gets: Poems by Carody Culver

The more I think The more I think about it the bigger it gets The bigger I think about it the harder it gets The harder I think about it the sharper it gets The sharper I think about it …

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On the Holding of Spaces for Essaying Into

It’s a putting oneself into a space of deliberate uncertainty. Stepping into the unknown. A practicing in that space. Training.

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‘Seeking to be here, doing this’: Po-Essaying into Agro-ecological Thinking

I don’t eat pork. Dislike its taste and texture. Perhaps this is because my mother is a terrible cook, her meats always tough and dry.

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Translation of Wadih Sa’adeh’s ‘Dead Moments’

A central figure in development of the Arabic prose poem, Wadih Sa’adeh’s work treats and springs from interrogations of exile and displacement, the constant tension between the present and memory, and the place of the poet between them.

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Weaving Blankets of Story and Hearts of Gold: An Archival-poetics Praxis

My dad was diagnosed with lung cancer on his fifty-ninth birthday and after a fierce battle with his body and mind, he died two years later. In the face of all odds, he maintained optimism and hope.

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The Castaway

I was drunk I was sitting in the sand I was thinking about the past my children my country the mines I was drunk and I was not careful not thinking barely awake in the close to midday sun the …

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What are you?

Who cares about identity!? Are we here for a fun time? The run time for this movie is Three hours and twenty-eight minutes: A long time even if we’re on time if we Unwind and confide Remind one another The …

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How good is this?

After I got back from Hawaii, there were fireworks for New Year, then the cricket, not that I’m complaining, it’s always a busy time of year – a family time. I was having a look at the business pages one …

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Pam Brown Reviews Angela Rockel’s Rogue Intensities

It’s January. As I begin to write this review it’s over 40 degrees celsius outside our small non-air-conditioned house in inner suburban Sydney. I’m indoors, perspiring lightly, with a desk fan on, windows closed, blinds drawn, listening to wails of gusts of hot wind.

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Colours of the Ground: How Local Pigments Seek Local Words

It was just a moment, a single moment, but it contained so much. The bubbly little Getz in front of me was definitively, synthetically red. It seemed fast too, and intent, so I got a surprise when at the end of the overtaking turn-out it stopped almost to a complete halt so that I could go by.

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