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Stuart Cooke

Stuart Cooke

About Stuart Cooke

Stuart Cooke’s first full-length collection, Edge Music, was published by IP in 2011. He has also published a chapbook, Corrosions (Vagabond Press, 2010) and his translation of Juan Garrido Salgado’s Once Poemas, Septiembre 1973 was published by Picaro Press in 2007. He lectures in Creative Writing and Literary Studies at Griffith University. He was awarded an Asialink Fellowship to the Philippines in 2012, which was sponsored by the Australia Council for the Arts and Arts NSW.



The Centre Cannot Hold: Six Contemporary Filipino Poets

If for the fact that there are hundreds of thousands of Filipinos living in Australia wasn’t reason enough to take an interest in Filipino poetry, the fact that Filipino poetry shares a tremendous amount in common with Australian poetry should. Those fissures that have dominated so much of the past half-century of Australian poetry – between ‘the tradition’ and ‘the postmodern’, between an indigenous or nationalist poetry and a poetry that stretches to North America and elsewhere, between poetry that centres on the nation’s landscapes and poetry that sees in its cities and other locations a manifestation of global and/or North American trends – are quite central to poetry in the Philippines, too.

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Opera

After each useless, ephemeral voyage I return to the house and its quay; I circle the edge before skittling off to the suburbs. Come to me, I cry, fat plastic and screaming sail, shining, golden city cramped and seeping music! …

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Valparaíso and Tourist

Before the broken edges of an old city’s coast; before the waves breaking on the wharves; a city lost in the fog tumbling in from the ocean, in snakes of fog sliding down from the mountains, I’m tumbling through skins …

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Stuart Cooke Reviews Anna Kerdijk Nicholson

Possession: poems about the voyage of Lt James Cook in the Endeavour 1768-1771 by Anna Kerdijk Nicholson Five Islands Press, 2010 From at least as far back as Heraclitus, scholars have been warning us about the irresistible and irretrievable nature …

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Oil on Air (바람의 유화)

To think of all the expectant creatures circling about, the gulls circling, the white cat dozing into orbits beside me, the crystalline drift of an ant colony between lines, even the eruption of the gangly palm, over time, would swirl …

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Volcano Meditation (화산 명상)

All the best men are interested in other men, or their forearms are strong and lightly haired. All the best men are already without that which they need no longer. So it is that each woman, adrift, ends up with …

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Common I (DISCO REMIX)

I lack, unlike the others, a menagerie of identities. I was a bright-eyed ingénue at the agency after-party, coked-up, Scarlatti played his cement rib, the tulips were thoroughly roasted, narcotic, terse. Who was Allen Ginsberg? (The incline runs to golden …

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sueltame rocky coast smelter

sueltame hermana media hermana nada mas que un acquaintance an accident historic agujero negro never negro never the home place never the broken home platitudes only the sucios make you sweat second hand I came to understand la ley de …

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Pastoral Editorial

When we began throwing around ideas for this issue, the notion of 'Pastoral' first came up as a joke. Because ever since god knows when, for reasons that always seem to depend on one's thoughts regarding the generation of '68, …

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Stuart Cooke: Conversation with the Bird Man

I came back telling them all about the landscape but he he in particular said no I don't agree the air is clearer the clouds more discernable but the rosellas I cried they sung like madmen on high speed dubbing …

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Stuart Cooke: Swansea Foreshore

We caught a finely spun flight of aluminium silk through the slow Swansea light. Sunset dredged copper, dwindled histories over mangrove forests; we flew over metal mist while seeping, seeping up from the water grey prisms frayed into salt-fine arms …

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Stuart Cooke reviews Michael Farrell

a raiders guide by Michael Farrell Giramondo Publishing, 2008 Apart from a solitary '1,' the first page of a raiders guide is blank. Note the presence of the comma. What it suggests of the pages that follow is a transience …

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