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Stuart Cooke

Stuart Cooke

About Stuart Cooke

Stuart Cooke was the guest-editor for Cordite 29: Pastoral. His 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.

Valparaíso and Tourist

Posted on December 1, 2011 by Stuart Cooke

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

Posted on July 25, 2011 by Stuart Cooke

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)

Posted on May 22, 2011 by Stuart Cooke

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)

Posted on May 22, 2011 by Stuart Cooke

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)

Posted on October 1, 2010 by Stuart Cooke

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

Posted on August 1, 2010 by Stuart Cooke

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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Stuart Cooke: "Pastoral"

Posted on December 3, 2008 by Stuart Cooke

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

Posted on October 1, 2008 by Stuart Cooke

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

Posted on October 1, 2008 by Stuart Cooke

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

Posted on September 22, 2008 by Stuart Cooke

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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Stuart Cooke: Broome Beach Art

Posted on June 30, 2008 by Stuart Cooke

we sit by the o cean paddocks sipping moisture from salty scars this is the blee ding the in terminable drift sourcewards by opening the wet eye we can leave the bushy one c losed losen up read currents swells …

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Stuart Cooke: Edge Music

Posted on July 24, 2007 by Stuart Cooke

So, Yes, she said – because, you see, I had been walking along Maroubra Beach with my T-shirt off in the late morning of a windy day, with flat lazy surf in dribbles and splashes and my need to do …

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Stuart Cooke: Kimberley @ Sunset

Posted on November 29, 2006 by Stuart Cooke

 

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