- FREE: 20 Poets anthology
- 89: DOMESTIC with N Harkin(submit now!) 88: TRANSQUEER with Q Eades and S Barnes(coming soon!) 87: DIFFICULTwith O Schwartz & H Isemonger 86: NO THEME VIIwith L Gorton 85: PHILIPPINESwith Mookie L and S Lua 84: SUBURBIAwith L Brown and N O'Reilly 83: MATHEMATICSwith Fiona Hile 82: LANDwith J Stuart and J Gibian 81: NEW CARIBBEANwith Vladimir Lucien 80: NO THEME VIwith Judith Beveridge 57.1: EKPHRASTICwith C Atherton and P Hetherington 57: CONFESSIONwith Keri Glastonbury 56: EXPLODE with Dan Disney 55.1: DALIT / INDIGENOUSwith M Chakraborty and K MacCarter 55: FUTURE MACHINES with Bella Li 54: NO THEME V with F Wright and O Sakr 53.0: THE END with Pam Brown 52.0: TOIL with Carol Jenkins 51.1: UMAMI with Luke Davies and Lifted Brow 51.0: TRANSTASMAN with Bonny Cassidy 50.0: NO THEME IV with John Tranter 49.1: A BRITISH / IRISH with M Hall and S Seita 49.0: OBSOLETE with Tracy Ryan 48.1: CANADA with K MacCarter and S Rhodes 48.0: CONSTRAINT with Corey Wakeling 47.0: COLLABORATION with L Armand and H Lambert 46.1: MELBOURNE with Michael Farrell 46.0: NO THEME III with Felicity Plunkett 45.0: SILENCE with Jan Owen 44.0: GONDWANALAND with Derek Motion 43.1: PUMPKIN with Kent MacCarter 43.0: MASQUE with Ann Vickery 42.0: NO THEME II with Gig Ryan 41.1: RATBAGGERY with Duncan Hose 41.0: TRANSPACIFIC with J Rowe and M Nardone 40.1: INDONESIA with Kent MacCarter 40.0: INTERLOCUTOR with Libby Hart 39.1: GIBBERBIRD with Sarah Gory 39.0: JACKPOT! with Sam Wagan Watson 38.0: SYDNEY with Astrid Lorange 37.1: NEBRASKA with Sean Whalen 37.0: NO THEME! with Alan Wearne 36.0: ELECTRONICA with Jill Jones
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- What We Know About Her
- Winners for the Val Vallis Award for an Unpublished Poem 2018
- Review Short: Cary Hamlyn’s Ultrasound in B-Flat and Other Poems and Jill Jones’s The Quality of Light and Other Poems
- Review Short: Judith Bishop’s Interval
- Liam Ferney Reviews Kate Lilley and Pam Brown
- Submission to Cordite 89: DOMESTIC
- Review Short: Corey Wakeling’s The Alarming Consevatory
- Daniela Brozek Cordier Reviews Dominique Hecq
- Introduction to DIFFICULT
- An Unwitting Pariah: Kathryn Hummel in Conversation with Kaiser Haq
- Four Translated Vasile Baghiu Poems
- Why Reading Sharon Olds Makes You a Better Person
- Two Translated Marcos Konder Reis Poems
- The Unaugmented Reality of Transgender Discrimination: ‘Do more, do better’
- Experimental Confessionalism: The Personal Turn in American Post-conceptual Poetry
- Punk Calligraphy: A Primer on Asemic Writing and Scribbles
- What the Repetitions of Poetry Might Help Us Remember about Home, Belonging and the Self
- Sonic Twin? A Poetics of Poetic Radio
- 11 Works by Paola Balla
- Do more, do better
- 11 Works by Hoda Afshar
- forgetting as commodity
- Gathering the Rocks
There’s a difference between occupying a seemingly unceasing parade of subject positions through a kind of colonising, thieving, dissipatory borderlessness … and inhabiting them as a form of aesthetic and political revolt.
I was already quite a few years into a creative writing PhD titled ‘Generic Engineering’ and flailing around quite spectacularly in a galaxy of words when an academic friend, perhaps hoping to spare me the indignity of a completed thesis and potential employment, flipped to the middle of the 526-page book he was reading and wordlessly pointed to a single sentence. ‘Due to a predilection whose origin I will leave it up to the reader to determine,’ he read, ‘I will choose the symbol ♀ for this inscription.’
The invention of transfinite set theory by the 19th Century German mathematician, Georg Cantor, hinges the romantic conception of a boundless infinite to a post-Cantorian description of an infinity of infinities.
dictate your every word, you bright nymphs mistake the possible. Thank you for the plangent note, the sacrifices that were not at all intended as an offering. The snare you prepared with the guile of an anxious siren. If I …
Every star has its double, different coloured blood cometing at length. How you will defeat me, with a scythe or a ladder, a hoked up piece of trash untucked beneath a raging plinth. Your feelings, juiced on perforated, in which …
Lionel G. Fogarty is an indigenous Australian poet who is recognised for the excavation of a poetic space in which, as Michael Brennan has written, ‘his community and culture is recuperated and asserted’ whilst ‘dominant discourses, both political and poetic’ are subverted and destabilised. These qualities make Fogarty’s work difficult to review in a context in which the status of indigenous literature remains, for some institutions at least, seemingly unapproachable.
Addressing the quotidian in writing is an ongoing practice for many poets. Andrew Burke’s One Hour Seeds Another and Nicola Bowery’s married to this ground approach this preoccupation with a robust commitment and urge to render it lucidly, but each is in conversation with different lineages. Burke’s cycle is cross-fertilised with jazz and folk music, with Hindu and Buddhist references, with playful abstraction, but it is the intentional elegiac timbre in this collection that lingers in the reader’s mind.
Stretched out across the selfish wool table, I fix on a mood in the high key of you, twiddle my hi-viz wedding ring and laugh at the way rhyme and metre protect us from happiness. Angels’ tears fill the rivers …
In Lacanian theory, ‘matheme’ and ‘patheme’ share an interesting correlation. While the matheme is, obviously, on the side of science, the patheme is part of the ‘logics’ of affect, whereby the body is an effect of language. Matheme and patheme don’t immediately have anything to do with sexual difference or ‘mechanistic’ versus ‘organicist’ understandings of the universe. There is nothing mysterious about the patheme. Rather, the patheme could be thought of as what the poem does to the poet’s body analogously to what a matheme does to a mathematician’s body: force it to work and, in some cases, give it pain.
(Notes from a Lecture Delivered by a Former English Poet Laureate) At the age of six you were a bloody little genius Bauxite was the only word you could spell But I knew the year of the Battle of Hastings …
Song of the troubadour, dance of the happy shades mid-saggital cut-away of the Palatine Uvula catalogue of all catalogues includes Lufthansa treachery, the Alphabet murderer’s citational liquidation. Not quite revealing the thing that offends you, the impossibility of saying it …