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James Stuart
Fall in love. Do it now. (사랑에 빠져 버려라. 지금 당장.)
Nutritionists. Openly 9 out of 10 recommend a lifestyle & know the thick-shakes in all tastes & sizes are coming so recommend the following: (with the exception of the following because the following cause: Barbecued food Deep fried food Food …
Sudden Rain, Tilba Tilba (갑작스런 비, 틸바 틸바*)
We no longer go out to paint, unless the object to be represented is such that it cannot be transported. – Lang Shi Ning (Giuseppe Castiglione, Qing Dynasty court painter) The fly-screen door has only just banged shut …
James Stuart: The fire ants variation
Invariably described as an ecological disaster, fire ants are the evolved antithesis of market garden poets. Recently, a lyrebird's corpse was found littered with crimson pustules in bushland adjoining a continental herb patch. The ants infiltrated this land obscured in …
James Stuart: The lyrebird variation
What is branding? The lyrebird has created this system & preaches it like a benevolent ruler, emphasising freedom of choice, speech, expression. Its plumage is made of melody, a jingle of colour shifting through all the seasons of the bush. …
Constant Haze (Notes From Chengdu)
Five weeks and I have still not visited Mao's statue, which stands at the heart of Chengdu's First Ring Road. On the map in one of the city's English language magazines his presence has been reduced to a vector-based outline, …
James Stuart: Tibetan Internet shield
Chinese text 03: Near the city centre's First Ring Road a bus explodes like a repressed memory: a shoddy job, done fast & dirty many years ago; in an alleyway, an outline knives a young Han couple. For …
James Stuart: the white horse
Chinese text 01: Wanting so much to learn the classifier for poems about classifiers, I sought out the wisest teacher; she handed me a black ceramic pot the spout of which now daily flowers into smog. I needed …
James Stuart reviews Words and Things
Despite my slightly over-the-top and easily pregnable assertions about what are to my mind the lesser works enclosed therein, it became clear to me as I read (looked?) that Words and Things had a significant contribution to make to our understanding of contemporary poetics. Foremost among these is the question of what constitutes a concrete poem and, more generally, what constitutes visual poetry.
James Stuart reviews Luke Davies
Davies does not truly develop from the ambitious ?´Totem Poem'. For the most part his love poems, some of which rhyme and flow better than others, are snapshots recounted in a language which, while tender, flounders upon certain images, such as when he compares the glow of his lover's cheeks to that of a lantern, or when he notes the lovers floating in a river with their ?´midday blisses' and the sun blessing their ?´watery kisses'.
James Stuart reviews Robert Adamson
What emerges is a patched-together narrative of suburban life in post-World War II Sydney. But the dark tremors that will crack open Adamson's world are peppered throughout this idyllic pastiche: his dyslexia, an alcoholic father, an intense dream-like state of mind in which consequences emerge only as they appear-
James Stuart interviews Mathieu Hilfiger & Sebastien Raoul
The lasting image that I will retain of Mathieu Hilfiger and Sebastien Raoul is the ever-so French portrait I took of them at the conclusion of our entretien on another biting Paris winter morning. In the photograph, Sebastien is wearing a bright red coat and black beret, and is ill shaven. Mathieu has on a black woollen coat, and a thick, grey scarf that is tied in a knot under his chin.
James Stuart Interviews Pablo Garcia
When Pablo Garcia imparted his belief that a) Poets were shamans of today and b) Poetry was the trunk from which all other branches of art sprouted, I'll admit that I had trouble staying my left eyebrow. In the end, it remained on my forehead and I was able to engage Garcia on his thoughts regarding the cross-breeding or m?©tissage of the arts, and the interconnectivity of the world we live in.
James Stuart interviews Jean Orizet
As my plane touched down at Charles de Gaulle airport on a drizzly winter evening, I realised that I had completely overlooked the need to organise accommodation. Likewise, I had failed to contact any poets, nor indeed, had I succeeded in gaining any knowledge of French poetry beyond what had previously been fed to me. In the end, though, despite a half-hour walk in cold rain, I found a warm if somewhat over-priced hostel and, eventually, after hours rummaging through bookshops around the city, four editor/poets with four very different views of poetry and poetics.
