UNIVERSAL ARCHIVE
The Bat Corridor
Or we could leave the house, the pressure of its walls and light, its hard words bumbling against the windows, and go down to the gully where the creek-bank collapses with the autumn rains, something you could fall for and …
Three Chinese Silences
Chinese Silence No. 22 after Billy Collins, ‘Monday’ The Italians are making their pasta, the French are making things French, and the Chinese cultivate their silence. They cultivate silence in every Chinatown on the persimmon of earth– mute below the …
Arrangement of Manteia y marionette
In this performance excerpt, recorded live at Montsalvat on November 8 2012, Jessica L. Wilkinson teams up with composer Simon Charles and ensemble Manteia to articulate the threads of marionette’s broken narrative while preserving its ever-elusive quality. Poetry: Jessica L. …
Shimmy
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 …
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 …
A disjoint, truncated tale of a war between war and peace, comprising diverse developments of sexual perversion and environmental military hardware, which culminates or concludes, rather more calumniatory than acclamatory, in a veritable orgy of elite tourism, boutique comestibles, property investment portfolios, and marketing sallies, all those grandiloquent techniques directed towards the incitation, inculcation, inflection and enhancement of primordial polymorphous psychophysical pleasures
No end if fits tail a swarm. Ra stops to house heat, lines rap across IP loco, torpedo, teargas. A ‘Parc de Nord’ spilled Om. Reeled inset ibis eats — flee it nude! Lite-sabre laser spots play about. Teats ahoy! …
Catullus 85
translated by Charles Bernstein Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. Hate and love. Why’s that?, you’d ask Don’t know, I feel it and it’s torture. Richard Tuttle started off with: All I …
Th E Ma N Fr Om Sn Ow Ri Ver
Th E Ma N Fr Om Sn Ow Ri Ver | (16:53) [audio:http://cordite.org.au/audio/farrell_schwartz.mp3|titles=Th E Ma N Fr Om Sn Ow Ri Ver – Michael Farrell and Oscar Schwartz] Michael Farrell and Oscar Schwartz
Alchemical
Your electric moon breast My black-trunked, gold-leaf slip Fall into flux Dissipate like white plumes You’re especially wild With a strange malaise for more Metallic aches, we moor Ourselves to a daisy, sit two abreast: Brush strokes of willed Grass …
Manic at Night
The refrigerator’s humming outside and I like that. Outside of any use I could make of it. But I can’t see it now, cause I’m in a different suburb, but this reminds me of how I used to like the …
Between Page and Screen (Cordite remix)
Click on the image above to launch this augmented reality poem, created specially for Cordite Poetry Review, that grows out of Between Page and Screen, or else try opening it in a new window. NOTE: To view the poem, you …
Two Poems by Patrick Jones
Winter’s pharmacopeia t He fruits and weedful plants that swell through frost and sl Eet and occasional snow who lovingly b Are themselves to us at Local when we require them most when i T is cold and we fall …
Three Poems by Marty Hiatt and Sam Langer
home tunnel game approaching all get-out fried afternoon fright great wing of gulls as a clump of eyes in the mail sadness of cubes rejected their networking lens, nevertheless their reflex worlds that meet & part amber in the sky …
