Pam Brown

Pam Brown has been active in the Australian poetry scene for decades. Her recent publications are Stasis Shuffle from Hunter Publishers in Brisbane in 2021 and A Love Supreme — a chapbook from Tim Wright's now orries press in Melbourne in 2022.

Pulp to reform

this is my first interview since my death (predictable suspense) i swallowed a cotton bud i had only just recovered from the teardrop curse by then it had become popular to pulp to reform everyone’s dad shredded their rhetorical filler …

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Pam Brown Reviews Angela Rockel’s Rogue Intensities

It’s January. As I begin to write this review it’s over 40 degrees celsius outside our small non-air-conditioned house in inner suburban Sydney. I’m indoors, perspiring lightly, with a desk fan on, windows closed, blinds drawn, listening to wails of gusts of hot wind.

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Pam Brown Reviews Kait Fenwick

In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a surge in material on gender and sexuality being produced by a profusion of switched-on contemporary thinkers. In Australia, Puncher & Wattmann published the anthology Out of the Box – Contemporary Gay & Lesbian Poets almost a decade ago.

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random index of useless titles

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Courrier des Antipodes – Notes on Michel Butor’s Letters from the Antipodes

Just over a week later we heard the sad news that Michel Butor had died on 24 August, 2016 at the age of 89.

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Review Short: Poems of Hiromi Itō, Toshiko Hirata & Takako Arai

In the winter of Pokémon Go, I read quite a few new books of poetry. The collection Poems of Hiromi Itō, Toshiko Hirata & Takako Arai was the most cogent. These three Japanese poets are taboo-breaking women who write without reservation about ‘female experience’ in the political context of contemporary transnational capitalism.

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THE END Editorial

I think I was thinking of a big concept like ‘The End Times’ when I made up a theme for poems for this issue of Cordite Poetry Review. There is general consensus that the times we’re living in are endtimes.

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Submission to Cordite 53: THE END Open!

Poetry for Cordite 53: THE END is guest-edited by Pam Brown. Read Corey Wakeling’s interview of Pam from 2012. Let me start at the very end, the dead end, the living end, at wit’s end, the end of the line. …

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Introduction to Ross Gibson’s Stone Grown Cold

Cover design by Zoë Sadokierski

The works that Ross Gibson has written and edited over the past thirty years could be classed as political aesthetics. In books like Seven Versions of an Australian Badland, chronicling the wretched historical miscreants of Queensland’s Brigalow country, or 26 Views of the Starburst World: William Dawes at Sydney Cove 1788–1791, speculatively tracing English astronomer William Dawes’s scientific work and his relationship with the Indigenous Eora people of Sydney Harbour in a few late years of the eighteenth century, Ross Gibson’s method is procedural. Seven Versions and 26 Views form a compositional design that he has described as ‘fractal’, allowing unfixed multiple views and patterns. The author’s practice of creative fragmentation, applied to the poems and short prose pieces in this new collection, eschews linearity and dull chronology.

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Blank lyric

What does the street know? both of its centuries have disappeared this was a manufacturing warehouse now a fitness gym a cafe an imported fancy european bike outlet this was a corner shop the police never come here to this …

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Coming back to their neck of the woods, a shout was as good as a wolf and a basket
 as full as a boot full of tarnished medallions
 and useless keys, pugnacious as costume
 on a moonlit patio, swilling prosecco

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Review Short: Beyond the Ohlala Mountains: Alan Brunton, Poems 1968-2002

The mask on the cover of ‘Beyond the Ohlala Mountains’ suggests that there’ll be some odd theatrics inside the book. It’s a plain papier-mâché mask of a slightly jowly head with a bulbous nose and a pair of puckered, pouting, full red lips. What does it express – is it a superior sneer? Is it bourgeois disdain? Is it about to say ‘oh là là’? The mask was made by Sally Rodwell, the now-deceased partner of the New Zealand poet collected here, Alan Brunton. It was made for a theatre work called Cabaret of the Unlikely that was performed three years after Brunton had died at 55, in 2002.

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Two Poems For ‘M’

close to mononia espinacas con garbanzos, a rich pepper. orders have been scrawled in chalk to form a form, yes, it is El Rinconcillo, the oldest tapas dishes, and 30.03 kilometres from Mononia, plates designed to be shared. so I …

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Short on shimmy they took to the disco with a resounding whomp of white & solid silver waves of wire; a platform to berate from, a wag the dog diorama; wearing only your shadow & shouting to the stomping throng …

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Blue or White

cento for Kate Fagan the world was a little darker before it was blue brilliant as nowhere special to go you could try double blinds machines parody all future empires say goodbye to the supermarket. unbearable authority makes me dizzy …

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in two hundred and fifty thousand years my sludge of waste might lose its poison but nothing’s set in stone except the joy and anguish of being here with one week to practice what we believe but can we sleep …

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What’s the frequency, Kenneth?

a revhead full of vodka slushies, fading bling, the schlock of the old. just don’t hand over the car keys. sampling a fizz of schweppervescence I think of us, you and me, our lifetime lack of fancy salaries. on a …

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More than a feuilleton

the experienced world hasn’t been the world itself for a long time now & now we want to see the world as we want it to be * who’s speaking, saying this about the ‘world’? what ‘world’? * a cute …

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Pam Brown’s Sydney Poetry in the 70s: In Conversation with Corey Wakeling

Pam Brown is not only one of Australia’s most prolific and important poets writing today, but also one of our richest archives on the history of late twentieth century Australian poetry. Since this is Cordite’s Sydney issue, I thought an interview with her might evince a valuably multifarious image of, perhaps, Australia’s most speedily shifting poetic landscape.”

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where’s my donkey : thursday evening catch the train, seagulls circling Central Station catch a bus pick up a paint chart, at the gallery – Korea and Kinglake photography exhibitions (different) a very thin man in Oxford Street in red …

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Pam Brown Live at the Globe

[audio:] Pam Brown live at The Globe bookstore (11:24) Prague, 15 April 2009.

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Pam Brown Reviews Miriel Lenore

In response to the effects of global climate change, and probably informed by earlier exponents like natural historian Henry David Thoreau, Rachel Carson, Aldo Leopold, Eric Rolls and so on, the literary genre 'nature writing' has been re-invigorated and a new genre, 'ecopoetry', has emerged in the first decade of the twenty-first century.

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Eve N. Malley: Tossed grubs

EVE N. MALLEY is a prominent Melbourne-born bon vivant and poet who once earned her living as John and Sunday Weed's kitchen hand. She has published monographs on cooking, sex, gardening, comic books and art. She is currently writing a study of love poetry of the 1950s. Eve N. Malley lives, these days, in the Cotswolds.

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Where Am I?

a sheet of pills slips from the drawer to the floor not near a radio can't operate the dvd player, don't understand the digital box, (do I care ?) air, breeze and leaf (someone else's window) tinge the time (someone …