Corey Wakeling

Corey Wakeling lives in Nishinomiya, Japan. He is the author of Gargantuan Terrier, Buggy or Dinghy (Vagabond Press, 2012), Goad Omen (Giramondo, 2013), and The Alarming Conservatory (Giramondo, forthcoming). With Jeremy Balius, Corey co-edited Outcrop: radical Australian poetry of land (Black Rider Press, 2013).

Prize Maggot for Meat Hunk to Knock Twice on Wood

Wormwood hotspot, but narrow berth aping El Paso heat on the Great Northern Highway between civic duties. Diffident arsehole bristles in the glade but for convent up the way quakes, nun patience chides the rough diamantine of the standard liquored …

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Depot of Pain

first The sloth to my having being sandwich hand steep, so may we marquee sloth to not stoop Rolls Royce, don’t move, around them moves derby droves, strewn wishes of rebarbative stone fishes. NN. Struth ventriloquy. Through city I speaks …

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The Reprisals after the Great Earthquake of Tokyo

The reprisals come as intent to smother the volunteer communitarians and orators in the interim, when all smoulders and aches and begins to regenerate. Effigies of dogs around necks, unsigned summons sported at the hip a heraldry of pamphlets. In …

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Pam Brown’s Sydney Poetry in the 70s: In Conversation with Corey Wakeling

Pam Brown is not only one of Australia’s most prolific and important poets writing today, but also one of our richest archives on the history of late twentieth century Australian poetry. Since this is Cordite’s Sydney issue, I thought an interview with her might evince a valuably multifarious image of, perhaps, Australia’s most speedily shifting poetic landscape.”

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Sweet Meats

The waiter’s resurfacing inflames love like a cotton field in cyclone’s eye. How near we feel the coast, the coast being a hoax of a military force, but the pitter-patter could hardly disturb this, our wading through day. A face …

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Albert Tucker’s Fitzroy

To sit on a milker’s stool in the entry to your cottage, with the fallen carnations and Fitzroy’s bitumen smell rising up like a cordon between your disposal and your neighbours. Here we are in fame state. You turn the …

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Corey Wakeling Reviews joanne burns

amphora by joanne burns Giramondo Publishing, 2011 joanne burns has been publishing experimental poetry in Australia for over four decades, and amphora is her thirteenth collection. At 135 pages, it is substantial and generous, of a breadth that allows for …

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A Report From the Poetry & the Contemporary Symposium

Trades Hall, Melbourne 7 – 9 July 2011 l-r: Ann Vickery, Martin Harrison, Tom Lee, and Tim Wright. How to sum up the Poetry and the Contemporary Symposium held at Melbourne’s Trades Hall under the auspices of Deakin University – …

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View from the Yarra Bend with two men (두 남자와 야라 벤드*에서 내려다 본 풍경)

An ugly gentleman, six-and-a-half feet tall, combs his black hair across one ear, and then another. Mallee gums eavesdrop the space where the magpies dig for paddle pops and ants, and he sees himself face down beneath the bench and …

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View from the memory in which we try to kiss each other (우리가 서로에게 입맞추려 했던 기억으로부터의 모습)

Firstly, I would like to say that I am sorry. Right now I’m kissing you on the shore of a lake so broad it is pulling all of the vistas of the earth in toward it. The plug island at …

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Corey Wakeling Reviews John Tranter

Starlight: 150 Poems by John Tranter University of Queensland Press, 2010 John Tranter has been publishing poetry for forty years, and his latest book is published in tandem with a critical companion to his oeuvre, The Salt Companion to John …

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John Malley: Catastrophe Willing

You, tall Kosciusko, Smooth as buttocks, I trade Blows with your arsenal. Kosciusko, better than Patterson, Your pockets weigh the world Down with silver dollars. The Americas are broad, Stupid. When is the next operatic Catastrophe? I do not want …

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