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Stuart Cooke

Stuart Cooke's latest poetry collection is Opera (2016). His other books include George Dyuŋgayan's Bulu Line: a West Kimberley song cycle (2014), Speaking the Earth's Languages (2013) and Edge Music (2011). He lectures in creative writing and literary studies at Griffith University.

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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Broome Beach Art

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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Edge Music

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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Kimberley @ Sunset

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