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Lachlan Brown

Lachlan Brown

About Lachlan Brown

Lachlan Brown is a senior lecturer in English at Charles Sturt University, Wagga Wagga. His poems have appeared in journals including Westside, Heat, Rabbit, Mascara and Relief. His first book, Limited Cities (Giramondo, 2012), was shortlisted and highly commended for the Mary Gilmore Award.

Second Launch

Now, even from this distance, you notice too many espresso cups scattered across the axes of your life. That is why bits of unmatched self get shattered and overlayed in places like this. You try to count the connections, café …

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Aletheia

And when you find an entire cigarette on the ground* but you’ve never smoked anything, it seems like there’s a wide universe offering you lung-cancered perfection, no longer content with your ease of breath. Wander the streets on any council …

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Creative Vacancy

You jump at chancy Snapchat possibilities, your suitcase eyes looking better beneath the third filter. You’re sitting here with technology’s slouch, sinking further into the selfworld imagining a terrifying flightpath from London to Kuala Lumpur to anywhere really. ‘Be yourself, …

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What We (non)Believe: Reading Poems by Charles Wright, John Burnside, and Kevin Hart

Imagine that three poems are delivered to your door. They come without note, explanation or sending address. The first is Charles Wright’s ‘Appalachian Book of the Dead’[2. Charles Wright, ‘The Appalachian Book of the Dead,’ in Black Zodiac (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1997), 34-35. All subsequent references included in text as line numbers.]. The second is a fragment called ‘Pilgrimage’, which is the title of section three of John Burnside’s poem ‘Roads’[3. John Burnside, ‘Roads,’ in The Asylum Dance (London: Jonathan Cape, 2000), 73-84. All subsequent references included in text as line numbers.].

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Is This

high end fascism or bomb blast nostalgia at the season’s shoulder each day an analogue of the one that came before it as though we could somehow avoid spring’s litigious blue skies or those evening stars like talk show applause …

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Well Tempered

Prelude: Instructions for Travel When facing a veritable quandary insert hormone pellets Gather the mob at the bicycle assembly point Wish for a book at Powell’s locate fancy beasts, a mosquito cry hallelujah! then blackout Imagine noir script starring woman …

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