Duncan Hose

Duncan Hose is a poet, painter and academic scholar. His latest book of poems, One Under Bacchus, was published in 2011 by Inken Publisch, who also released his first collection, Rathaus, in 2007. He has published poems in Cordite, Steamer, 543, Jacket, Jacket 2, Island, Southerly, Overland, and The Sun Herald. His work is anthologised in Outcrop: radical Australian poetry of land (Black Rider Press 2013). In 2010 he was the recipient of the Newcastle Poetry Prize.

Candelo Speedway

Going bitch-kegs at it After our Demon Tweak Seven thousand pistonlicks per second I have stolen my own weight in pork products Reader, self-annihilating and semi-devine! Do this in memorium of me. As revenge against the ones who gave …

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Duncan Hose Reviews Nick Whittock

Whatever happened to the Goddam enlightenment? I understand that this grandiose Western intrigue has moved dialectically through succeeding twilights if not dark ages, and the twentieth century was a sort of apocalyptic culmination or quickening of this protracted ‘event’ with the splitting of the atom, the holocaust and turning the idea of the world into a globalised tele-visual circus of war and business.

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Pembroke Chantey

Unidentified girls of Pembroke sing The sea was so rough and my hands is so tough A long time agoooo Blow-boy-blow – – my diggyman Drunkdrunkdrinky It goes on like this actually goes on like this coming out of the …

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Charm of a bivalve chantey

sharpley and with hardly withouten effort I prise from you a sigh, not the vaste soupir (oh.) of the sea something more morbidly flushed p.haps a ‘radiant travesty’ au revoir, Club-toe! I am airs cheerful as I ought to be …

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Duncan Hose Reviews Best Australian Poems 2014

Being in and of one’s time (in favour of it, in fact) means producing work that is sensitive to the discursive furies of the day – the atmosphere of mutating code that the poet must stick to poems in new and strange forms. All else is nostalgia and denial. No-one knows what it means that Australia’s imperial republic, whose god has finally been revealed as cosmopolitan capitalism, is, in the history of colonies, still in its infancy yet so impressively seems to be approaching an end of days. If you’ve got burnt chaps and a warm six-shooter (cowgirl), these are exciting times.

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Richmond hotties are hotter than other kinds of hotties but harder \ to find (trobar trouver) They may not even be hot at all There is a man with a bag of tripe. I wonder is he thinking ‘Tripe Shantey?’ …

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Lamb Chantey

Woodpies lurk near what may be a very fancy shantie Wild clover up close is the detail of compromise Hey noddy noddy 2 loins form a very grand roasting joint known as the saddle Soft bickering of your teats I …

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RATBAG Editorial

Ratbag poetry and Ratbag poets are not, necessarily, one and the same. There are poets for whom a Ratbag poem requires the serious maltreatment of themselves, while there are others for whom Ratbaggery is the effortless demonstration of their personal grace. There are poets who begin writing as Ratbags and become stockjobbers of Romantic flap, while others begin by making exquisite paste and later come to hear the sublime music of the rant.

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Poem Called Laphroaig (Dedicated.)

His wedding boot was rupled His pecker is set straight (like Wyatt) Let us speck of knightage: knights collectively Let us specke of the expansion but not the breach\ Like when a king eats a king I’ll have the bones …

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deep in richmond

deep in Richmond among the rank

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Tapping into the Latest Fur Trade

Remb Remember the name of a girl called Bonny Lander! Remember? Saskatchewan FUR HIGHWAYS Yakutia Canada, Siberia HIGHWAYS Lined with fur Only a way to come Back Bonny Search out the Pizzle: glowing cherries above the snow Like a saint's …

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