Robbie Coburn


We’re not in wonderland anymore, Alice. – Charles Manson 
 Many of us gathered here, silent beyond reflection. Heavy breath, your instructions that weigh too much, the stained grains beneath this carpet of knives  buried in the Californian desert. I want more of …

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Review Short: Amanda Anastasi and Robbie Coburn’s The Silences

These 41 pages from a revived Eaglemont Press (once run by the late, revered Melbourne poet, Shelton Lea) contain the first collections (or first half-collections) of Lea’s much younger fellow-Melbournians, Amanda Anastasi and Robbie Coburn. It’s analogous to two good friends buying a very small inner-city flat to get a toe-hold in the daunting real estate market of that city. Bigger things are sure to come later.

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To a Dead Poet

Charles Buckmaster 1951-1972 a variation of waiting nothing coming and the day it is darker now Woodstock. Gruyere. (Willochra) abolished bastards of the trap a presence appears like a snare apparitions are hallucinogenic pulses ABSTRACTIONS RISE the seed of god …

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