06: NEW POETRY



Gesture

Fletcher’s juggling Bligh’s shrewd attention with bayonet, cutlass, maps, musket & pistol, a stance crying out for halcyon poise. Collar open, hair loose, lapsing into Pidgin, he could be a C20th film hero, even sports the unshaven scoundrel look suitable …

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Christianity

The Polynesian widows remain faithful to their rituals now John Adams stands alone. The shouts & laughter of children mingle with the cries of gulls echoing over fields where the widows work surrounded by the unchanging ocean wearing flowers in …

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Appearances

Under an oppressive sky two men shaving in an open boat after a four-thousand mile marathon soaked, their limbs swollen, unable to lie down excepting a brief landfall at New Holland, death’s sour breath blowing them ever westabout. John Fryer, …

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Fullers’ Walnut Cake

People with sore memories are getting fussed up because they are letting a war criminal into the country and suddenly the need to talk about yourself has flared though you hate confessionalism and you do not really know what you …

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After the Picnic

Whenever she remembered the smell and nuttiness of river gravel, in the old days of picnics and whole gangs of them at the sandy flat (smoky sausages had never tasted more alluring!) she would also remember that time Paul had …

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a fable and a joke

— Elizabeth Riddel You walked up the stairs ahead of me and I said ‘Your legs are beautiful!’ In the 1970s it was possible to acclaim grace in a woman and your path up that stairwell spanked deftly as if …

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Wadjemup

Something comes out of nothing across the water on days when I am clear about sound, touch, a sharpness of taste as external. I mount the ferry, dramamine—s cradle — passage paid this side of the river. Arrival is rope …

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Two-for-One x Three

Six versions of green towel on rack, my head flat to porcelain — hot flesh chilli thrust up the wall. A matter of interpretation: disjunctive prostheses a) mid-thigh to foot, b) fore-arm and hand, c) brain in a jar, d) …

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Seducing Hemingway

Leventado He hesitates outside Harry’s; contemplates an absinthe? a martini? no matter what matters is the girl making a slow pass across thwe room, her full, red skirt trailing behind her. She has the tight sprung look of a young …

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Ken

ken you were the only vietnamese member of my year 12 modern history class you must have found it odd to be studying the history of indochina from a white perspective but then history is cunning makes fools of many …

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Prime Cut

With the sunlight spinning through great emptiness to the mulled puddled blood of ox tongue and calf’s liver in the butcher’s window, the sawdust floor and the mothers with children, who would notice if one child watched another he didn’t …

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Pasternak and David Lean Maurice Jarre and Stalin

The bits don’t fit. . . Mr Whippy in the suburbs between the psalms of mowers and clean cars of a Sunday. The tune is mixing up its message: 6/8 on a high celeste the kind that wings might stroke …

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