Ivy Alvarez



Namumulaklak ang tanrangkahan

The North Sea: a drama queen pounding the shore. You led me to the dark; perhaps to reveal a hutch, bring out a rabbit for me. You proposed a confusion. The rabbit was missing and the box in your pocket. …

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Archiving the Present: Ivy Alvarez Interviews Conchitina Cruz

From November 2016 to April 2017, I corresponded with Cruz over email. Commensurate with an ongoing political emergency, and in the face of turmoil and bloodshed in the Philippines, this conversation is, out of necessity, open-ended.

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Andy Jackson Reviews Ivy Alvarez and Janet Galbraith

How do we truly belong here on this continent, come to terms with our collective and personal history and build a genuine home for the future? And what of the ongoing legacy of violence on an intimate scale, by men against their partners and children – how can this be challenged and interrupted, changed into mutual trust? These are crucial questions; complicated and painful, yet unavoidable. Two new books recognise this and respond with what, to me, are poetry’s great strengths: the generation of an empathic interpersonal encounter, and that aching paradoxical space of both knowledge and productive ignorance.

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Draught

When I read of a ribcage being sawn then cracked open I think of walking alleys lined with glass, holding water. The squid can never close its eyes and I keep finding another station to get lost in, the rain …

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Asian Australian Diasporic Poets: A Commentary

This essay provides a survey of the poetry of some Asian Australian poets, and does not attempt to be definitive. Diasporic poetics raise more questions than they answer and are just as much about dis-placement as about place, just as much about a ‘poetics of uncertainty’ as about certainties of style/nation/identity.

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Q&A with Ivy Alvarez

Ivy Alvarez is the author of Mortal (Red Morning Press, 2006). Her poems feature in anthologies, journals and new media in many countries, including Best Australian Poems 2009, and have been translated into Russian, Spanish, Japanese and Korean. In May …

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A Fortnight of Poetry in Seoul

(or, Someone’s Always Falling in Love with Korea and Doesn’t Want to Leave) I am at the boarding gate of Incheon Airport, waiting for my flight to be called and for my return journey to begin. I am wearing large …

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Yi Sang House, Seoul

The Conversations with Yi Sang project, co-organised by artist Jooyoung Lee, seeks to interrogate, engage with and memorialise the work of controversial twentieth-century Korean poet Yi Sang. View a gallery of images taken at the house during the Cordite tour of Korea in May 2011.

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짐승 가공하기 (Curing the animal)

My husband hands me the animal. A soft neck roll and a dead eye, a lustreless fur that I must touch to strip and salt and peg to dry. He is away all the day in the dust. a eucalypt …

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The Pastoralist Speaks (목가주의자가 말한다)

At the edge of the close-cropped lawn laps the drought, thirsty tongue all out. Every change of name pocks its mark. A scratch of smallpox on a survivor. The squatters clear a small place. A tongue licks dry lips. A …

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카탈로그 : 식기세트 인생 (Catalogue: Life as Tableware)

accessorise with simple, elegant shapes choose muted bones, the subtle variations of sin harvested from the last century the alluring sparkle of toenails and teeth and the reflective qualities of glazed eyes mix well with hair shorn from a passive …

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The Farmhouse (Ffermdy Cilewent) (농장 (펌디 싸일웬트*))

in the other room, the bulls stamp and snort their long horns scratch the walls licked by its mother, flies gather at the calf’s forehead drool dropping to the floor the smell of hay their piss and shit smear our …

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Sisters, 1907 (1907년, 자매들)

We are dandelions on the grass. Pale and slight, any breeze might blow us away. All around us, the vines obscure the harsh lines of stone steps          angular borders Behind apron and pinafore, our small hands work in our pockets: a …

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Zombie 2.0

We know more about the undead species who have lived in our hearts and dined on our minds than ever before. We have probed into their weaknesses, evaded their tricks and know well of their canny (and uncanny) chicanery. We know these things … because they were once like us. Let us not rest on our laurels. Let us be vigilant and as ready as we can be for the uneasy future that is Zombie 2.0.

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Curing the Animal

My husband hands me the animal. A soft neck roll and a dead eye, a lustreless fur that I must touch to strip and salt and peg to dry. He is away all the day in the dust. a eucalypt …

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The Pastoralist Speaks

At the edge of the close-cropped lawn laps the drought, thirsty tongue all out. Every change of name pocks its mark. A scratch of smallpox on a survivor. The squatters clear a small place. A tongue licks dry lips. A …

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accretion to smuggle

(The Everyday English Dictionary)   secret: I have stolen things — bricks an old mortarboard handfuls of cement dust smuggled in my pockets   city: everyone and their cats and dogs the press of legs accretions of noise dirt smog …

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An urban dictionary: I

I pops my colla I pulled a boner I pity the fool I owned you I obliterate someone I pressed the button I plain just don't care about them I missed the part where that's my problem I remember Cecil …

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there’s only ever been two

in our eyes' dilatory dance our irises open admit missed steps faults it marks the corona every break is here dot dot dash your bones' brittle semaphore tattoo out how far you fell how much we have a third between …

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That Second Heart

I cannot accept it. How can one be ready for this gift? My belly cannot curve to tightness, my skin cannot hold a drum (that second heart). I cannot accept it – limbs bursting buds. I cannot have the end …

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Q&A with Nick Carbó

Nick Carbó is the author of three books of poetry, El Grupo McDonald's (1995), Secret Asian Man (2000), and Andalusian Dawn (2004), and the editor of three anthologies of Filipino and Filipino-American literature, Returning a Borrowed Tongue (1995), Babaylan (2000), …

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Q&A with Denise Duhamel

The first time I met Nick Carbó and Denise Duhamel was, by chance, in a setting appropriately domestic: the laundrette. I left them to their spin cycle and drip dry, but not before arranging to interview them (separately) in their …

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Postcard from Cardiff

I sought it here, I sought it there, I sought it everywhere. It is a sad, but true fact. There are no visible Internet cafes in Cardiff. So when I finally discovered a few terminals at Maccas in the Queen Street mall area, it was a dubious turn of events.

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Pauline Hanson

Pauline Hanson is science fiction Pauline Hanson is correct Pauline Hanson is science fiction by Ian Woolf Pauline Hanson is wrong Pauline Hanson is a warning that the betrayals by the old organisations of the working class Pauline Hanson is …

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