27: GENERATION OF ZEROES

Poetry guest edited by David Prater


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Trisha Kotai-Ewers: Tashi

Tashi sits at the side of the stage in the bamboo chair. A monk in golden robes on a blood red seat. Tashi sits on stage in his cell in Tibet the pages of his magazine scattered in his head …

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Acid Wash

          I saw Pete Thompson thirty-four days ago and can't shake the image from my mind. He didn't look much different to the days when I learned to hate him ?± except the beer gut. His blond hair had lost the …

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Timothy Barbon: looking happy

and it's just morning but warm already they're looking for scraps they're snacking on the leftovers two dogs on the train tracks. clack! it's a sedan on the crossing it's been smacked up the back by a station wagon and …

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Tara Motherwell: Slow News day

The teapot, once dropped from a two storey window, now skated down the street on tiptoes.  

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Kimberley @ Sunset

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The truth about everything

expressed digitally the answer to everything                                  is one. or nothing.

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things that I would like to tell my son

the word sky is a physical background to many birds with small eyes & 1000 flights & the collective skin of all memories is journeyless when compared with dream & Dylan Thomas & silence & yesterday I confused buoyancy with …

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th[e] broken

the broken wings   of spent birds, flying until overweight with pollution & a closing sky                               th broken promises      that saw a short, dry cleaned pedestrian questioning his small existence                                                                                            only later,                                                                 a reduction in afternoon                               the broken child   confused in a   mix master of …

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the square root of a full stop is the square root of 64

1st answer a man walks through the door picks up a broom and sweeps all the heads into the corner he is paid to clean the factory floor of memory and as he appears to us he will vanish as …

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Monica Carroll: écrivain in the capital

 

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Species Counterpoint

Last night a few stars came into our room and the moon in a dark suit sifted through my washing. I watched as dreams performed above your head little snowstorms in a night-bubble. Through your body a tide came and …

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Colour 1962 – 2003

Somewhere in the colour of sleep is a shade of you. I listen but you're long into the night already. The horse I ride sweats yet we barely cover the length of our echo through the tableland of this nocturnal …

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Mark Garnett: On reading Ken Bolton's Three Poems for John Forbes Or, Poem for Betty

After meeting someone i kind of knew in the city for coffee at Pellegrini's i came home to my messy room. On the tram i was reading Ken Bolton's Three Poems for John Forbes and they have made me a …

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Kristine Ong Muslim: Airport Roll Call

And now I know how to bend those small town hills back home. And there will be rivers in my hometown when I get there. And I will decide which of them to drown in.  

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graph axis

we are all pushed along by books, dragged by boxes counted by other peoples numbers, silenced by a roller coaster, driven by the vision of the other and how bout the mask that only seems to cover half the face …

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Hansard

(Transcript of the maiden speeches of John Howard, Tony Abbott and Peter Costello) Australia and Australians / there is no limit to what Australia can / refute / achieve / There is no limit to what Australia can / compromise …

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Sedition

Music is the calm of a bracelet, girdle, helmet inside words don't matter I've found no terror in the package the song contains there's a type of blue it resembles, one not grown ancient the patina was freedom or something …

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the zero manifesto

Zero And infinity I enter my generation Conceived, spurted, swelled belly, and birthed Into an atmosphere more polluted than the last Indivisibly chemical signatures Tap along my nerve endings Thalen that make women of boys Pregnant women wash your hair …

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Hamlet by a Turing Machine

Mathematicians, their brains being discrete state machines, can only employ an algorithm. Gödel’s theorem tells us that no algorithm can coincide in every case with truth-seeing, and so the algorithm is bound sometimes to fail. But if it is accepted …

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Writers Festival Pastoral

The room hovers with translucent light reflected from the ferries' harbour. Seats float, awash with the voices of well-known, but not major, Canadian poets. Stubby tops of pylons plug the water, a template of equidistant spacing, like a competent set …

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Greg McLaren: Bronwyn Bishop in The Hunt for Red October

When she proudly claims to be the “only Member of Parliament ever to go down all night on a submarine”, murderous impulses arise in the mind of the Buddhist tulku Steven Seagal.  

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Elena Knox: The Muckrakers

meat secret safe with me pig slopped more gravy and ends but this pig is prize gets the tender hearts, ripped from bodies and legs in farmyard fellow skinship also fat and brains for more fat and more brains this …

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Derek Motion: barcode 9 311532 071002

i solved it late one afternoon.          all the numbers shifted from stereogram revealing coded expression:           rightwing political discontent. damn freedom of information collectors      like daleks emerged with faux-stealth gutting any life from this phenomena.                  surprise.        all the best (really seditious) numbers then went on tour     rocking …

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David Prater: Exes & Zeroes

sing/ a song of/exes & zeroes/ just one/ now down a maple lane/we walk/together/talk of breaking up/getting back together/forever/never whatever /slam doors/ walking through them/ first glances/second go/ looks that kill or maim/ circumstance/rhythms/ return home/clothes/off or on/unanswered calls/ last …

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