Carmine Frascarelli



Re-imagining Place: A Psychogeographic Reading of Carmine Frascarelli’s Sydney Road Poems

SuburbiaWhat can the original concepts underpinning psychogeography lend to a discussion of the relation between poetry and place in contemporary Australian poetics? Can the Paris-based wanderings of Guy Debord and the Situationist Internationale (SI) bring to the fore new meanings of being and creating in urban Australia? To delve into these questions this essay conducts a psychogeographic reading of Carmine Frascarelli’s 2016 book, Sydney Road Poems (Rabbit Poets Series), using key concepts put forth by Debord and the SI.

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Impressions in a Rehearsal Room East Coburg c. 2014

Each generation dreams the one to follow with the swagger of a zoo fictions dead-end in a mottled transparency here, just outside of skin the arm out aliases & stage names toy branches for aping manqués & it’s a stilled …

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Dave Drayton Reviews Carmine Frascarelli and Mark A Peart

In the nonfiction poetry issue of Axon that she co-edited with Ali Alizadeh, Jessica L Wilkinson highlights the impact that Jordie Albiston’s The Hanging of Jean Lee had on her as an undergraduate in 2001. Albiston’s collection is a poetic biography of Lee, the last woman to be executed in Australia. Wilkinson would later be influenced by Susan Howe – whose practice both informed and was a focus of Wilkinson’s doctoral study – to found Rabbit: a Journal of Non-fiction Poetry in 2011; however, a line can be traced from the early impact of Albiston’s book, to the journal, and on to the fledgling Rabbit Poets Series, which began with Albiston’s XIII Poems in 2013.

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Sydney Road #1

Exit left from an X, first glares, then stares aimed off in the late light and hit me sat on the three church steps. I’m just waiting for food (“ready in 10”) Less restraint, “he” with other hungered eyes; note …

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It Was an Escape

Frozen feets me out. All the quiet days I usually neglect. Sound to sound a sound The Bed! To bed! In your new bed! You know well how I builds. Or call it: nest. From our next moment What else? …

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