09: MUSIC

Poetry guest edited by David Prater




Jeep

Know your luck, stray from it as soon as it is known. Luminous party – despite a sky purple with rage, pummelling taxis. Formulaic, these desires seem very old and I can't stop tearing up the evidence. Life gets sodden …

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The Mini-Series

Dads play with old train sets – 'It wouldn't kill you to be nice.' On the soft beach when there's no surf. It's the little things you do for five per cent deposit. The bar is empty Send them home …

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Air Frost

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Powder-monkey for Luigi

He arrived from Italy in 1952. 20 years old with “Just enough English to get by.” Started work at the reservoir in 1955. Was nationalised in Williamstown in 1956. I arrived outside his house one sunny afternoon in 1992. I …

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Midnight Cowboy

You do your dreaming on Greyhound buses do all your dreaming between destinations In the New York smog will follow you like a hangover you'll buy a postcard to catch a view hustle women with hard-baked skin by asking directions …

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A Rare Talent

The ability to recognise samples, to pinpoint the source of a sound the slides from left to right speaker under the drum track, under the bass, weaving between the snare and the hi-hat and is gone in an instant, the …

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Australia

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Walking Through the Blue Gate

Walking through, in/out: my son a shadow? His mind marks the boundaries, he sees only mercy. Out of my quiet yard and body – a threat to nothings. Confusion fails and a clear truth emerges from my thigh… In my …

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Beat

tap dancing vaudevillians gypsy wagoned in crop circles decked out with thumpers and tweeters and sub-woofers pumping out the hits of the 70s snake charming smoke signals through the windows of combi vans staging puppet shows for the community come …

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Jelly-drunk by 11pm

The only thing I drank was stout beer. I drank it compulsively, I called it my 'milk'. Now I've had 3 bottles and it feels ok so I'll go for some more. I ran pell-mell to the bottle-o! With each …

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Grey Sundays and Unanswered Prayers

Συννεφιασμενη Κυριακη μοιαζειζ με την καρδια μου* α. It took one song, the song of grey Sundays and unanswered prayers a bottle of whiskey and two shots of Koumandaria, sweeter than whiskey but the deeper diver, a plate of olives …

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Tramz

Maibee dhai point aor wai hoem flangkt biiy erlen u gauntlet uv lantenz and maibee noebul beests hou greet us winsing and groening yet kwiiyetur dhan rain aar onvoiz: good mauning good kreetcur, wel met! Dhats wot ii wont tou …

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