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Joan Fleming Reviews Fiona Hile and Luke Beesley


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A Hat

I had been walking for 10-15 mins without a hat. Inside the hat I was able and was able. Customer accounts. Phlegm of coat rack hardened around my shoulders. Amuck this gunky, silvery circumstance, I made a decision, or it, …

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Reunion Song

Every time she saw herself in the mirror, I remember, she pushed her chin forwards so as to stretch the skin of her neck. The crushed tram ticket in her throat produced the crumpled husky sound, itself. She had seen …

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Weather and Cinnamon: Late Changes in Major Poems by Barbara Guest

I grew up in Brisbane where the sticky weather of a summer day resembles something like a bell curve. Predictably cool in the early morning but the sun rapidly burns this away so that by 9am it’s already quite hot.

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The New Reality in Australian Poetry

The generation of Murray is not my generation. The generation of Adamson is not my generation either. Nor is it Tranter or Kinsella.

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Review Short: Luke Beesley’s Jam Sticky Vision

Luke Beesley’s long-term preoccupations with film, visual art, writing and literature, return to the fore in Jam Sticky Vision, with the poet now expanding the scope of his work to include 90’s alt-rock bands, like Silver Jews and Pavement. With allusions to filmmaker David Lynch and lo-fi rock musician Bill Callahan couched unselfconsciously beside poems about James Joyce or Henri Matisse, Beesley’s poems may seem to be drawn from something of an eclectic palette. What links the poems nicely together, though, is a close examination of the here and now. In the epigraph from John Dos Passos’s essay ‘The Writer as Technician’ (1935) this idea is more precisely expressed as ‘a time of confusion and rapid change like the present, when terms are continually turning inside out and the names of things hardly keep their meaning from day to day’.

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Luke Beesley Reviews Christopher Kelen

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Review Short: Luke Beesley’s New Works on Paper

New Works on PaperI’ve been meaning to write this review for a year – in fact, there’s a wine stain on my copy and I can pinpoint the exact date that I first put it on my to-do list (i.e. engaged in other work → frustration → tipped glass). Despite all of my sideways swerving, a year is a good amount of time to let Beesley’s recurring bees swirl around the head; a year helps one to figure out their tune. Or, as the poet writes, ‘It’s not about bees. There are no bees.’ Have I tipped the wine glass again?

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Words such as Ordinary or Ordinate …

Words such as Ordinary or Ordinate to Begin and Clog/ Sieve Towards Construction Constraint after Finnegans Wake Prop boundary portal node enfant incorrigible cohort slather porous nascent inordinate slouch for uncoordinated haberdashery treacle irrelevance. Pulchritudinous lovers mock fuck on soldier …

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The Master

after the 2013 film by Paul Thomas Anderson Cabbages & the sea Cabbages & the sea Cabbages & the seain PT The colour of cabbages & the sea in PT & the colour of cabbages & the sea & the …

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Unwelcome Lycra/Portrait of a Patron with a Straw, Loafer

cnr St Georges Rd & Scotchmer i. Half a metre from a calf, cycle – frightened & tanned, flexing opine occupy politics with a cracked bat – he seems to know everyone in the bakery. His argument (buttered, smoothed & …

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Review Short: Luke Beesley’s Balance

BalanceThe poems in Luke Beesley’s Balance, like Siobhan Hodge’s work in Picking Up The Pieces, tend towards brevity (with a few exceptions). In Hodge’s case we might consider this quality in relation to fragments, where the body and the reader’s attention is cut-up. Reading Beesley, the encounter is one that is instead cut-off – that is to say that this is poetry attuned to the momentary and to the sensing body moving through the world.

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More Intensity: Topography of Poetry Outcrops

In April 2012, I published a Guncotton blog post, responding to a paper given by Peter Minter in Melbourne. Specifically I was interested in his proposal that Australian poetry could be viewed as an ‘archipelago’ of ‘psycho-geographic’ poetic activity. With thanks to Cordite Poetry Review for inviting me, and once again to Minter for his potent departure points, I’d like to expand on that post, particularly on seeking an alternative to national/ist and ‘monolithic’ ways of framing the poetry produced in and about this continent. By proposing an ‘archipelagic map’, Minter grants local poetry an appropriate critical framework that steers away from some problematic aspects previously encountered in reading and defining ‘Australian poetry’. In doing so, this framework negotiates a view of local poetry that is properly sensible to the actual, situated ethics of poetic practice and community.

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Tempat Tali | Timber Hitch

Tempat Tali Perempuan itu terlipat ke dalam sinar matahari dan aku putuskan untuk memanfaatkannya. Matahari, cahaya, merupakan pelajaran mengenai bangunan. Pelajaran atas sinar matahari yang mengena sekarung goni gandum gorden tertutup, menjadi. Aku memintanya mengisi air pada bak mandi dan …

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Sydney Office

Going to and leaving scuffed planets, she drove her nail across a cake of soap. Waves peeled off Bondi. Cafes continued in fine, hip disinterest. She scrubbed the table, then, and fell into hot traffic. It was a kind of …

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The Sign (표지판)

When I met you at the lights you were holding your bike and holding your brother and your anger. Your breath clawed the pedestrian. They you said and it was in your mouth, the word, like sourdough bread. They! You …

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This Is a Poem Without Mothers (이것은 어머니들이 없는 시다)

The alarm in the morning is made of rubber invents the day around it like a drum. Leonard Cohen. Um. The alarm in the morning is made of stones we unearthed near a horse. My father, smoking a cigar. The …

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Act. Cotton Malley: Short Story Hanoi II

His ear lit up like a daffodil He found four bees in his car It was a leap year. February rushed past like a formula one a twist of tomato in the alcohol

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Race Horse

In a large semi-detached timber dwelling doubling as a restaurant, a patron has ordered something no longer on the menu. Verb. To hit someone with a horse. To run into someone with an old race horse with a royal title …

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Tim Wright reviews Luke Beesley and B. R. Dionysius

Lemon Shark by Luke Beesley papertiger media, 2006 Universal Andalusia by B. R. Dionysius papertiger media, 2006 'The shape of sunlight cutting up your arm'. This was the line that first drew me to Luke Beesley's work. Around the same …

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A. Malley: Signals and Circles

A. MALLEY collects tennis chalk and zipless pencils. He reads his poems.

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A. Malley: Cliffs

A. MALLEY collects tennis chalk and zipless pencils. He reads his poems.

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A. Malley: Spillway

A. MALLEY collects tennis chalk and zipless pencils. He reads his poems.

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On Studying the Traditional Form

Luke Beesley writes poetry and short fiction, and his work has been published widely in Australian newspapers and literary journals including ?´The
Australian Book Review', ?´The Australian' & ?´Southerly'. In 2004/2005 a suite of his poems will appear on the Brisbane City Council rates notice envelope, a public art commission from Brisbane Water. He is currently studying for an M.Phil (Creative Writing) at the University of Queensland. He lives in Brisbane.

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