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Greg McLaren

Greg McLaren

About Greg McLaren

Greg McLaren is a Sydney-based poet, editor and critic, and grew up in New South Wales’ Hunter Valley coalfields. He’s the author of Everything falls in (Vagabond, 2000), Darkness disguised (Sidewalk, 2002) and The Kurri Kurri Book of the Dead (Puncher & Wattmann, 2007). His collection, After Han Shan and other poems (ASM), is forthcoming. He’s currently working on a sequence of poems to do with museums, and another, The Blue Gum.



Honey

Walking home along New Canterbury Road I pass under a eucalypt I can’t name – the rumour of honey, the frayed brake lining of magpies – and I think of our walk around Manly Dam the first week of summer, …

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Childhood Trauma

After John Tranter   They burn the radio, they listen to the blue. The okapi farmers whisper at their meetings, and skirt the gardens. Their articles revel in a cultural effect. A multiple connection is enough, I suppose; it’s a …

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Greg McLaren: Robert Adamson in The Valley of Gwangi

There are terrible reptiles we never quite catch with our puny lassoes We leave camp in the morning disguised as animals – Eohippus the dawn horse, or the bird-mimic, Ornithomimus I never really believed it when I first laid eyes …

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Greg McLaren: Mulloway (Envoi)

Welcome to the dreamy village of Mulloway, population 28.1, set in the backblocks of the Hawkesbury, somewhere in the vicinity of Sandy Bay, Peat Island and the Angler's Rest. The place is awash with ribbon-fish shaped streamers and the sound of a parade of Customlines passing down the main street toward the water, all to a sound track of late-period Bob Dylan and Emmylou Harris …

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Greg McLaren: Writers Festival Pastoral

The room hovers with translucent light reflected from the ferries' harbour. Seats float, awash with the voices of well-known, but not major, Canadian poets. Stubby tops of pylons plug the water, a template of equidistant spacing, like a competent set …

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Greg McLaren: Bronwyn Bishop in The Hunt for Red October

When she proudly claims to be the “only Member of Parliament ever to go down all night on a submarine”, murderous impulses arise in the mind of the Buddhist tulku Steven Seagal.  

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