11: COPYLEFT

Index of Poems
Released 2002
Poetry Editor Carlie Lazar
Pandora Archive (NLA)

Our last issue to be published in static HTML format, COPYLEFT (2002) was a turning point in more ways than one. With more poetry, feature articles and reviews than ever, it propelled Cordite into the unknown world of open source. Outgoing poetry editor Carlie Lazar left a trail of blithering ASCII code in her wake.




Nick Whittock: pe

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Nick Whittock

i wanna be robbie williams i so almost am i wa nna fold in dimensions hit herto unheard of i wanna be a cephalopoid superb c reature with a thick thick sp ine a bone that interrupts ca uses blockages …

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Nick Whittock: hayden & langer: open slat(h)er

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Nick Whittock

the air is pretty a bitten tune scathed by the savant with his big nails a willow blade flashing like an idiot the thing has slowed now to cremation pace single handedly he wins the ashes pashes the badge we …

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Todd Swift: Note To The Editor

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Cordite Poetry Review

This poem is from a much briefer series on the life of the man who invented dirigibles whose name is French, or Hungarian I think. Dietrich Katona? Please capitalize all the second and eighth letters in this section. Note that …

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Todd Swift: Alcohol, Tobacco And Firearms

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Cordite Poetry Review

All a man needs, all a man ever really gets, is one chance: the one good clean shot at the royal cunt between the eyes, the spot that can take a mind off getting in your way and make an …

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Alicia Sometimes: AJ Weberman & the Trashcan

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Alicia Sometimes

in 1971 on MacDougal Street New York a 25 year old           unkempt with wispy hair shouted out the front of Bob Dylan's house: FREE BOB DYLAN! members of a group called DLF           (Dylan Liberation Front) were upset that Bob was …

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Ali Jane Smith: Bankstown

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Ali Jane Smith

It's the Saturday morning fruit and vegetable market in Berkeley, California. There are trestle tables with artichokes, bok choy, carrots, sugar cane, strawberries, looking as though they would taste sweet, and a stall selling organic sauerkraut. It's not a big …

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Ali Jane Smith: SuperX

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Ali Jane Smith

At the SuperX there are pro riders in the demonstration events and local kids riding in the races. When we first arrive there are bobcats all over the place, they're still building the track. It's exciting just watching the bobcats …

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Stephen Oliver: Lithgow

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Cordite Poetry Review

One clump of dark green pine, in coal country, behind the escarpment; in a hollow, the other side of town, along the Great Western, furrows of coal-bits, drift of steam, state houses, scattered about like spilled boxes. One clump of …

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Paul Murphy: Letter to Milan Kundera

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Cordite Poetry Review

Scent of Parisian Autumn blown in by the wind A doorstep mottled with white and 'Prioritaire' Inscribed upon the lid; I imagined him Opening my message in the country: An escape from the horrors of the everyday world And other …

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Paul Mitchell: Bottled Water

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Paul Mitchell

I like the tank tops. And I don't mind the blue hats. But why no trousers? As if any of us has something new to show. Any one of us might be pumped from a bath or pulled down from …

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Kate Middleton: Equatorial

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Kate Middleton

I Not really equatorial – in fact not at all, but distinctly northern, and seeming twice as close as the city I call home, houses weatherboard and colourful as beach houses carved in the mountain, sunset soon after 4 (being …

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Ian McBryde: The Stuka Movement

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Cordite Poetry Review

Furious birds, functionally ugly, the Stukas wind down out of the sky. As they descend their sirens are rising, pre-set to concert pitch, a deliberate, death decibal A. Lean and bent-winged eagles, they fall on an audience of refugees streaming …

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Tim Hayden: Métro-Boulot-Dodo

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Cordite Poetry Review

I am tired, and in a Métro car accelerating 15 minutes of walking distance So that when I brake from the seat I read on the recoil: Châtelet Hôtel de Ville and then listen for the generator and coughs Like …

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Paul Hardacre: the shower-curtain you

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Cordite Poetry Review

the dream of the river shark with two fins guess it's one each for soup & killing & this bleak fracture of morning in a dish can't survive unless tv spliced / the green LCD of the clock-radio-phone like a …

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Michael Farrell: Dorothy Porter's "PMT" – 2001: 3 mixes

Posted on September 24, 2002 by Michael Farrell

piercing my turning piercing pieno pride my the pride my the pride primitive more the primitive more the primi nothing like a moon no       like      moon no gnat it stares through it stares through             stares het het het het like a …

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