Andy Jackson

The Conversation (Risen)

You were climbing, when I first saw you, down into the floor of a Fitzroy pub. Whose grave was it, again? Your father’s? Our Father’s? Your own? No, your shadow’s. It was mine too. You could disappear easily into any …

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for Matthew Hall, after reading ‘High Pink on Chrome’ by J. H. Prynne   Light glancing off polished steel.                         Steam, petrol, adrenaline in the air.             Surfaces – skin, metal, language –                                     all the muscle implied by them. This wreckage of …

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Notes from Chennai: Rigour and Flow in Urban India

I am so pleased to introduce Melbourne poet Andy Jackson, who is kicking off our new monthly blog series that explores ideas of poetry and place, both domestic and abroad. In late 2011, Andy undertook an Asialink-supported residency to India. …

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What’s possible between us

As another Spring begins, the bird’s brain cells bloom. New songs. Fingerprints return after the hand is burnt. Who knows what we’re capable of? I part the vertical ocean of clothes and find you there. Spider, it is almost terrifying …

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Lee N. Mylar: The dynamic ribbon device

Forget the question Who is this?. Ask instead What do I have in my hands? and compare your receiver with my gun. Then listen, my friend, to the sound of the butt of it kissing your son's skull. Keep in …

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Lee N Mylar: How to deal with something that doesn’t happen

Lee N Mylar does not write poetry, fiction or libretti. Lee exceeds the constraints of the apolitical industry of literature, ironically, by submitting veiled revolutionary manifestos in the form of (cue hand-gestured quote marks) poems to the literary journals that get mentioned in The Age, then uses the rejection letters as rollie papers. Lee hates anagrams, and harms Satan age.

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Ela Fornalska reviews Andy Jackson

aperture by Andy Jackson Self published, 2003 Andy Jackson writes with immense skill. His poetry seems effortless, yet it is haunting, requiring contemplation. That is not to say that it is inaccessible. On first reading of a Jackson poem you …

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Hearing Things at the Interactive Sound Exhibit

Scrape at First Site by Chris Henschke, Oct 2001 It's easy to talk as if mere words didn't hold understanding like a sieve, easy to succumb to binaries in a digital age. Some things sneak underneath the radar, work not …

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