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Keri Glastonbury

Keri Glastonbury

About Keri Glastonbury

Keri Glastonbury is a Senior Lecturer in Creative Writing at The University of Newcastle. She completed a Doctorate of Creative Arts at the University of Technology, Sydney with a thesis titled: ‘Shut up, nobody wants to hear your poems!’. She has previously published two poetry chapbooks: Hygienic Lily (1999) and super-regional (2001) and her first full-length collection grit salute was published in 2012. Her collection, Newcastle Sonnets, is forthcoming from Giramondo

CONFESSION Editorial

ConfessionCharles Whalley’s essay on post-internet poetics ‘This has been a blue / green message exiting the social world’ takes its title from a Sam Riviere poem, which makes me imagine ‘blue / green’ text messages bubbling like algae blooms on a mobile phone.

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Submission to Cordite 57: CONFESSION

Poetry for Cordite 57: CONFESSION is guest-edited by Keri Glastonbury. I must confess I’ve made a mess of what should be a small success Courtney Barnett, ‘Pedestrian at Best’ Whether you’re more influenced by Delmore Schwartz’s ‘The Heavy Bear Who …

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Review Short: Jane Joritz-Nakagawa’s Diurnal

Jane Joritz-Nakagawa’s Diurnal is a slim chapbook of 24 numbered poems of seven two-line stanzas, which by my reckoning makes it a sonnet sequence. The cover of the edition I received is reminiscent of silver gelatin, with stark tree branches visible in the glooming (the chapbook comes in a series of three colours). The image is evocative of the tone of the poetry and while the title evokes the daily, it suggests that there are long, dark days of the soul, as well as nights. What of the noir of the day?

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Chronotope Highway

The forgotten allure of conversations inside cars, like fast and furious, but cooler. Your brown dog in his many pantone shades is left behind in Cooranbong where we kill the get directions voice, her indefatigable English accent permanently miffed at …

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In Newcastle, In Tokyo …

Skye is a 2 bit whore: “The Nomads Motorcycling Club are inviting local residents” jumping castles on Chinchen Street filled with April fools. Walking down the drain as a form of object oriented ontology (ooo) eventually finding every piece of …

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Keri Glastonbury Reviews Australian Love Poems 2013

Australian Love Poems 2013In his 1951 essay ‘Against Poets’, Polish writer Witold Gombrowicz describes the poet ‘as a being who can no longer express himself as much as someone who must express – a Poem’. With such sentiment in mind I approached Australian Love Poems 2013 with some apprehension. Despite all the lofty rhetoric surrounding love poetry – and, understandably, there is plenty of it in the eloquent, generous introduction to this anthology by editor Mark Tredinnick – would it ultimately prove, as Gombrowicz might suggest, to be a ‘boring orgy’?

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Keri Glastonbury on Derek Motion

Lollyology

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Fat

If I could, I’d become a liposuction vampire: a bat that would suck out fat rather than blood. I’d be a popular creature of mythology, pursued by many women. After all, the early 21st century is interminable purgatory for the …

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Rent Boy

We started to watch Alien on video but it was dubbed not subtitled. We had already talked each other blue in the face. So spurred on by a dose of male pheromones and inspired by a Sony installation and a …

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Pulp

In love I’ll usually effect a threshold. Usually a stream. And there we splash and banter. The threshold is my flattened-out organs without a summit. Or sometimes I dig holes and think that I’m clever. It’s a method of frustration …

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