Ross Gibson

Holding Pattern

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It Is Happening Again

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Alan Wearne Reviews Ross Gibson

This is a volume of (mainly) prose poems, derived by its compiler/adaptor/author Ross Gibson, from a large dossier of New South Wales Police records. If these can be described as ‘found’ poems (even if they have been edited) it would be as likely to refer to them as ‘accidental’.

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20 Poets, a Free Anthology from Cordite Books

The geographic barriers that can, at times, hinder Australian literature are no longer relevant, and poetry communities around the world must be enlightened by the commanding, demanding and exciting trajectory of contemporary Australian poetics.

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1967. Bombs Rain Down on Torrey Canyon

Blustery springtime month of March. Supertanker Number 1.  Commercial Vessel Torrey Canyon.  Titanic proud with bulk unmatched.  Liberian in its livery. The Captain, bonus-parched and scared of crew, shortcuts through to Northern Wales. Metallic belly-hull of Torrey Canyon grinds eleven days on Pollard …

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Scott Walker Song

Kids dump old bikes in the Takasegawa Canal. Rust talks with water. Water takes fright. Glum eastern mountains start to weep without stint. Bikes seep to zero going elsewhere from ore. Cold in the high streams can’t remain a keen …

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The Sydney Launch of Harkin, Gibson, Loney and Hawke

OBJECT: Australian Design Centre, Thursday 25 June, 2015 I’m pleased to say that I was at the launch of the very first issue of Cordite Poetry Review, way back in 1997. Good heavens, is that eighteen years ago? The journal …

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Cordite Book Launch: Loney, Gibson, Hawke, Harkin

Collected Works Bookstore, Wednesday 6 May, 2015 I will begin with a bit of spontaneous resentful metaphysics. I am sorry to do so, for a number of reasons, but there we are. If it can be justified at all, it …

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Cordite Books

We’re pleased to tumble out into the world these first four print collections in the new Cordite Books imprint. We had considered print collections for a few years, but the tipping point to actually publish them came in late November …

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Introduction to Ross Gibson’s Stone Grown Cold

Cover design by Zoë Sadokierski

The works that Ross Gibson has written and edited over the past thirty years could be classed as political aesthetics. In books like Seven Versions of an Australian Badland, chronicling the wretched historical miscreants of Queensland’s Brigalow country, or 26 Views of the Starburst World: William Dawes at Sydney Cove 1788–1791, speculatively tracing English astronomer William Dawes’s scientific work and his relationship with the Indigenous Eora people of Sydney Harbour in a few late years of the eighteenth century, Ross Gibson’s method is procedural. Seven Versions and 26 Views form a compositional design that he has described as ‘fractal’, allowing unfixed multiple views and patterns. The author’s practice of creative fragmentation, applied to the poems and short prose pieces in this new collection, eschews linearity and dull chronology.

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Ross Gibson and Garry Pumfrey: Small to Medium Enterprise

Edgewater TowersThe story so far    …    Jason’s gone to ground with a batch of meth home-cook he was boosting at the tapas bar.  He’s left your Touareg in a back lane out behind a yeeros joint.  Katie goes to see him.  Says she’ll blow him for a freebie.  But Jason won’t be getting it even half the right way up.  So he goes at her yelling. Berating what the fuck.  These are people you employ!

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Ross Gibson’s Blustertown

FilmThe town’s biggest fools are those who come from elsewhere and fall in love with it when they’re young. As a rule, these fools fall hard, beyond reason and recovery. I know because I fell that way. As you do when you’re twenty.

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