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Šime Knežević

Šime Knežević is an Australian writer, poet, and playwright. He was born in 1985 to Croatian parents, and lives in Sydney. His debut poetry chapbook, The Hostage, was published by Subbed In. His poetry has appeared internationally in Ambit, Australian Poetry Journal, Cordite Poetry Review, Island, Magma, Meanjin, Overland, SAND, and elsewhere. He has given live readings of his work in Sydney, Newcastle, Belfast and London. As a theatre-maker, he has presented or developed work in Australia at PACT Theatre, Belvoir, Performance Space, Parramatta Riverside, Brisbane Powerhouse, PICA, Shopfront Theatre, Sidetrack Theatre, Urban Theatre Projects, University of Wollongong, Crack Theatre Festival, Next Wave Festival and Sydney Fringe Festival. He was a recipient of the Subbed In Chapbook Prize, an individual Australia Council for the Arts grant, and shortlisted for the Philip Parsons Playwright Award. He holds a Master of Arts in Creative Writing from University of Technology, Sydney, and is a graduate of the NIDA Playwrights Studio. In 2019, he attended the Seamus Heaney Centre for Poetry Summer School at Queen’s University, Belfast.

Postcard from nowhere

I chose the path of a tourist, thinking I could rescue my inner peace, as if it were held for cheap ransom at this temple, museum, or town square. I only found other tourists.

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Poetry

Picked up the gist of lock-picking as I went along. Easy as breaking into a loaf of bread. Made a good generalisation of a poster boy: brow furrowed, slightly parted lips, aerodynamic. Worst thing to grow the distance within oneself. …

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Gwangjang

Other people like to tell us who we are and where we belong. Let’s split. Into pronominal debris. And make a virtue of indeterminacy. You — I. Cross-reference and advocate. Advocate for renewal, common ground and alter-egos. Our respective you …

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Logo

I am a simple gesture to repeat, a flow. I am a phrase I never know when to say, for example, “la grapefruit.” I am a slideshow, I remember thanks, have a nice day, and that’s a good song, and …

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