Laurie Duggan

Laurie Duggan’s most recent book is No Particular Place To Go (Shearsman 2017). A new Selected Poems will appear from the same press late in 2018 and a further collection of early work, Divides, Adventures & Blues 1978-1989, will appear from Puncher & Wattmann. In 1953, when he was four years old, Duggan moved to Clayton, then on the edge of Melbourne. Apart from a brief period in shared accommodation (Malvern 1970), he stayed there until 1972 when Sydney called. He has spent the last ten years in a market town in East Kent, UK. Funny old life, innit?

‘a homemade world’: On the Dandenong Line

Sometime in 1953 my parents bought a house in Clayton (Victoria, Australia), then on the edge of south-east Melbourne. We moved there from a decidedly different environment: the guest house that my Grandmother owned. This was on Beaconsfield Parade in South Melbourne.

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A Northern Winter

For Ken Bolton (who found it) 1 bitter gall in afternoon light stroboscopic beech ‘we will shortly be arriving at / Rainham’ a stationmaster spits the whistle Tate Modern: Delaunay (Robert) and Severini, Munch and Bonnard, Jonas Mekas’ films. Gerhard …

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Lives of the Poets

[An edit from Journals, 1972-1983] 1 A sudden & brief thunderstorm over the house, the harbour. A day in a car wash near Taylor Square. Note on Brett Whiteley’s Zen: all the detail is peripheral: it was an easy step …

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1 low native scrub on the promontory palm-ends splattered with birdshit upper decks of ships luminous in the Bay cloud from the northeast gathers, the poems dry up, at the edge of the military base, leaves hang awaiting scent release …

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Life on Mars

‘Am I a light bulb?’ – tortured Iraqi No, my friend, you’re an ‘electric pear’

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The Art of Poetry

don’t write when you have ‘something to say’ write when you have nothing to say

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Bin Ends

It says here that Tony Baker makes ‘sounds across the range from free improvisation to rustic guinguette à la moules frites’. Refried boogie Tony? * Mohair her suit hirsute * nobody ever talks of their ‘wasted middle age’ * Headers …

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Newman Street

orange & white pots square in the middle of the sill of the house opposite its blind always half-drawn over curtains a mirror image to this house the rooms must be the same shape a large woman leans over the …

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Ern Malley: Six works

Ern Malley remains an enigma …

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Ern Malley: Things to do in Perth

Ern Malley remains an enigma …

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Ern Malley: Melancholia,

Ern Malley remains an enigma …

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