Justin Clemens

Justin Clemens's books include A Foul Wind (Hunter 2022) and, with Thomas H. Ford, Barron Field in New South Wales (Melbourne UP 2023). He teaches at the University of Melbourne.

Two Postscripts to Barron Field in New South Wales: The Resurrection and the Great Seal

We won’t rehearse the argument of the book at any greater length here. Instead, we want to append two postscripts that would need to be incorporated into any second edition, if such an unlikely publication were ever to transpire.

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Introduction to Astrid Lorange’s Labour and Other Poems

This book is titled Labour and Other Poems. Just as Astrid Lorange speaks of building a poetics – intensive and intentional – as a way of perceiving the world of relations in their shadow, every poem here requests an attentiveness to the multiple relations of our lives, to the entwining of senses and references.

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The Idea Takes Place As Place Itself, Expanded and Revised Edition with a New Foreword by the Author

“From where did topos theory come?” that is the question. Usually God Alone poses rhetorical questions that answer themselves unlike logic. Also: self-answer, self-slaughter. It came from an unblessed contingent confluence of algebraic geometry and category theory given further decisive …

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Review Short: Writing to the Wire, Dan Disney and Kit Kelen, eds.

Hannah Arendt clearly noted it: a dog with a name-tag has a better chance of surviving than an anonymous dog. She also noted that the alleged protections offered by legal and moral rights – human or otherwise – would only be made available to those who did not need them. The right to have rights would be stripped from the rest; they would be consigned to the worst.

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Cordite Book Launch: Loney, Gibson, Hawke, Harkin

Collected Works Bookstore, Wednesday 6 May, 2015 I will begin with a bit of spontaneous resentful metaphysics. I am sorry to do so, for a number of reasons, but there we are. If it can be justified at all, it …

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madam, i’m adam: noah’s nose knows no gnosis: physis machine: …

madam, i’m adam: noah’s nose knows no gnosis: physis machine: i, cassandra: romano umano: ++: (black out): ares & aphrodite: renaissance: cc: evo-revo: wah wah wah: clones, drones, loans & moans: the drowned world Trace nit up yap at start, …

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Justin Clemens Reviews Poetry and the Trace

Sometimes irritating, often informative, occasionally incisive and sporadically genuinely interrogatory, the thoughtfulness evinced by (many of) the writings collected in Poetry and the Trace triggers further chains of association and dissociation. This is a genuinely critical collection in various senses of that word: at once analytic, hortatory, and urgent.

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Review Short: Paul Magee’s Stone Postcard

Unlike the recent Australian governmental fervour for signs of title (British, monarchist, hierarchical) and their accompanying anathemas contra entitlement (Australian, social democratic, welfarist), poetry titles struggle with self-authorization and singularisation.

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me n me trumpet set the controls

me n me trumpt have unccontably misplacd our new grindr so we take to the streets clutchin our big bouncy baglettes of beans we bought in bulk from a boutique boutique in brunswick extracted from the rectum of a nut-mental …

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Justin Clemens Reviews Pam Brown

What does it mean to be ‘Home by Dark’? Is it a parental instruction to a potentially wayward child? Is it an expression of relief after a day of threat and uncertainty? Is it a navigational expression, a crepuscular refiguration of ‘North by North-West’? Is it a simple description of an accomplished movement, or another possibility altogether? To open this book is not to find such questions answered; it is rather to move and be moved with and by somebody who, as the epigraph from Kevin Davies has it, is prepared to ‘just keep staring into that English-language night sky.’

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Justin Clemens Reviews Pam Brown and Ken Bolton

If there is one true love in the history of Australian verse, it’s perhaps the love of Pam Brown and Ken Bolton. As you should expect, it’s not a normal kind of love at all – or maybe it’s the only normal love, depending on how you’re predisposed to taking the word or the thing (‘normal,’ I mean), and depending whether you think you can tell the difference between the two (‘word’ and ‘thing,’ I mean).

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Brief Treatise on Molecular Logology

I told, ah, I, de tale. Tops pun in order to span pin, a rack limned, dim nib spool spins — artist in pot, smirk, cab. But wend or walk, come home, line won, wash all, I’d well lack cack …

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A disjoint, truncated tale of a war between war and peace, comprising diverse developments of sexual perversion and environmental military hardware, which culminates or concludes, rather more calumniatory than acclamatory, in a veritable orgy of elite tourism, boutique comestibles, property investment portfolios, and marketing sallies, all those grandiloquent techniques directed towards the incitation, inculcation, inflection and enhancement of primordial polymorphous psychophysical pleasures

No end if fits tail a swarm. Ra stops to house heat, lines rap across IP loco, torpedo, teargas. A ‘Parc de Nord’ spilled Om. Reeled inset ibis eats — flee it nude! Lite-sabre laser spots play about. Teats ahoy! …

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The Mundiad Book V

The Argument: Having found ourselves unable to fulfill the promises pretentiously pronounced in The Argument of Book the Fourth of The Mundiad, we return once more unto the aforesaid breach of promise in order to essay its repair, an essay …

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