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PEACH Editorial

Posted on November 1, 2019 by Lucy Van

On 23 April 1979, Blair Peach, a teacher from New Zealand, was killed by a blow to the head delivered by an officer of the Metropolitan Police Force Special Patrol Group (SPG).

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System as Sociopath: Poetics, Politics and Nursing in a Letter from the States

Posted on November 1, 2019 by Cassie Lewis

Christmas Eve on the unit. The nurses’ station is in the middle of a long corridor, consisting of a low counter about ten feet long. A couple of psychiatric nurses are seated at laptops on wheeled stands, looking through medication orders, writing notes.

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Australian Marginalia: Encounters with Australia in Raymond Roussel, John Ashbery and Georges Perec

Posted on November 1, 2019 by Brendan Casey

You would not like Melbourne, for it is full of handsomes [sic] cabs. I adore it, for I love this form of locomotion. I have already used the candle-powered heater, for it is winter here; during the first part of the crossing, I think they would have melted without my lighting them.

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Phantasmagorically Noh: The Blindness and Rage of Brian Castro Deconstructed

Posted on November 1, 2019 by Javant Biarujia

‘write prose and cut your margins,’ a friend and editor advised — Brian Castro (22) Blindness The blindness presented here is metaphorical, if not phantasmagorical, for Castro calls his verse novel a ‘Phantasmagoria […] in thirty-four cantos’. For me, actual …

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Mosaically Speaking: Pieces of Lionel Fogarty’s Poetics

Posted on November 1, 2019 by Tyne Daile Sumner

As the Hong Kong riots reach their sixth consecutive week, I’m emailing a friend at Hong Kong University who writes about liberty and subjection.

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NO THEME VIII Editorial

Posted on August 16, 2019 by Claire Gaskin

Nothing makes me feel my fallibility more than editing a literary journal, marking papers or judging a literary competition. I can be wrong. I can be unclear. I can miss things.

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Shipwrecks in Modern European Painting and Poetry: Radical Mobilisation of the Motif as Political Protest

Posted on August 16, 2019 by Marion May Campbell

Shipwreck is also the synecdoche of all that shadows imperial expansion – navigational misadventure, piracy, cyclonic assault – tracking like sharks on the blood trail imperialism’s would-be glamorous advance.

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Residence: Dwelling with The Shards (an essay)

Posted on August 16, 2019 by Kate Middleton

When S. and I started to talk, the directions were endless, and sympathetic. What passed between us, over coffee and chai, in emails, in text messages, were the names of authors, books, artists.

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Introduction to Cordite 91: MONSTER

Posted on May 1, 2019 by Nathan Curnow

I’m writing this after news that W S Merwin has died. His Selected Poems still sits on my bedside table, never far away in case of a spare moment.

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Poetry, Whatsoever: Blake, Blau DuPlessis, and an Expansive Definition of the Poem

Posted on May 1, 2019 by Ali Jane Smith

William Blake pinches himself. Yes! He is alive, not in heaven or hell for all eternity, but on earth, for just as long as I need him for the purposes of this essay. In the almost two hundred years since William Blake died many things have changed.

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On Being Sanguine: Two Years of Panic and a Response to Terror in Christchurch

Posted on May 1, 2019 by Charles Olsen

One Sunday, when I was an art student in London, I got on my bicycle and left my parents’ vicarage in Surrey for my room in Murray Mews, going along the River Thames and through London’s parks: Bushy Park, Richmond Park, Hyde Park and Regents Park.

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A Deaf Rough Trade: Defending Poetry to ‘regular people’

Posted on May 1, 2019 by Alice Allan

The poem is from page 37 of Michael Farrell’s latest collection, I Love Poetry. The poem on page 37 has no title, so I will refer to it from here on out as ‘37’. Not only is 37 untitled, but it is also without words.

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