Joel Scott

Joel Scott

About Joel Scott

Joel Scott is a Sydney-born poet and translator. His latest publication is DIARY FARM with Vagabond Press.

Joel Scott Reviews Poetry of the Earth: Mapuche Trilingual Anthology

Book reviews tend to operate according to some kind of comparative drive: which are the writers whose work this resembles; is this work better or worse than those? Where can it be located in a historical system of literary relationships? Leaning on Harold Bloom’s theories of critical paternity testing and an inverted form of child support, this mode of review is supposed to gives us an idea of what the book might be like, whether we should bother reading it, perhaps even whether it should have been published in the first place.

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Six Poems from Juan Diego Otero’s Los Tiempos del Ruido

It’s not easy to relate the tumult and commotion of that night; only that prosopopoeia, with which the preachers represent to us the day of judgement, can present us with some explanation of what physically occurred on the night of …

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i plunged my fist into your chest and discovered the heart i licked my discovery my knowledge in the cell, in the nighttime, as the moon covers its eye with the shadow, i discover the will in the cell which …

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A surplus of appendages. A register of distorted perceptions. Shoved into the circular opening of the device, waves of magnetic composition flutter the flesh. You use your personality to get the honey out. Metals in the blood reconsider their assumed …

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NOUVELLE VAGUE (put a string on it)

hanging my happiness on a boiled egg, i stretch my trunk skyward, and ask you the difference between a glass ceiling and a skylight. from here, i can see all of the foodstuffs raining, the king prawns, all the regalia, …

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Ability is not the end cause and justly– not even the original thing can foreclose the horselock I don’t want to tell you I want to say you come here to the main city where all the intense emotions sleeping …

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