Emily Stewart



From Northbourne Ave

How vulnerable the body’s archive reproduction and memory a banner juts out a banner juts out pure vector two or three mediocre feelings inscrutable protesters and their certainty and their tough white crosses what life is like scabrous raked-over pine …

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To Outlive a Home: Poetics of a Crumbling Domestic 

While these pre-federation tropes of settler colonial Australia’s multifaceted and at times contradictory pastoral modes seem to recognise something of their incompatibility with Aboriginal land, they seek their resolution from burial, rather than reciprocal encounter with Aboriginal presence.

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from Conglomerates

Myself I saw the first tender shoots of Gehry thumbnails planted two-and-a-half blocks from the beach, Sydney Eastern Standard Time. That good ideas pitch us forward is a mid-week provocation. This good idea makes the same old view newly visible, …

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Tell Me Like You Mean It: New Poems from Young and Emerging Writers

‘Emerging’ is a strange word, and ‘strange’ is probably a cop out. It is often arbitrary, sometimes condescending, frequently empowering and often carries with it an incredible sense of community.

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American forests are moving west and nobody knows why

for Amelia Dale royal blue antipodean nightmare the sadness of chess pieces ala kazam symbolic debt nature’s union important nuclear misery ripcurl shoulder check popping swampland hera’s pomegranate glaze a solutions based empire microsoft surface algorithmic intel cool springsteen wifeswap …

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Melody Paloma Reviews Emily Stewart

Emily Stewart’s Knocks operates somewhere in between these two ideas. Certainly, Stewart is part of a new wave of avant-garde poetry in Australia, and collaborative prowess is surely at the collection’s centre; but it is difficult to attach Stewart to just one particular community.

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Historical Winter

The composition of any given aura is a painterly mix. So I’ll choose the shadow colours grey and pixelate. However the cold comes this year I will wear that same grey chorus and my own corona —should I imagine—will be …

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Review Short: Rachael Munro’s Indigo Morning

Rachael Munro is a keen observer who writes in a language of nettles and nets, establishing a daily mood via the accumulation of certain details. This is a book of apricot tissue petals and fences-turned-crystal lattices; of the world in its weather and a poet caught in the tangle.

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Good Friday

Your carefulness was a waste Of fucking time. I needed your Libido’s restless vice an unstable Touch. There is much to fear Paragraphs of fear and many poor Taste suitors who might stick up For a Woody Allen. Only place …

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Laird, Bufton and an Interlocutor Prelude

Sadly, I begin this post by announcing the departure of Emily Stewart from GUNCOTTON, and I’d like to thank her for the great posts during her time at Cordite. But the world of editing and publishing calls for Stewart with …

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Sydney, Social Poetries and Writing around Robocop: Q&A with Astrid Lorange

Astrid Lorange: poet, phD student and Sydneysider, is Cordite’s guest editor for our Sydney issue, which launches next week. She kindly agreed to answer some hot-coal questions for me about living Sydney, writing poetry and curating for Cordite. Read on! …

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‘Hunger repletion musick fire’: Dransfield, Post-punk and the Countrylink Express

Many of you will be clued-in on the recent commentary re. Gray and Lehmann’s Australian Poetry Since 1788 anthology, published toward the end of last year. One of the criticisms of the book has been the choice of poets included, …

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