Stuart Cooke



Audio of ‘Nonfiction Poetry: Performing the Real’

This panel from the NonfictioNow Conference 2012 – at RMIT University and in partnership with Iowa University and Barbara Bedell, the Copyright Agency Limited, the Wheeler Centre and ABC Radio National – explores and discusses the potential of ‘nonfiction poetry’ …

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The Centre Cannot Hold: Six Contemporary Filipino Poets

If for the fact that there are hundreds of thousands of Filipinos living in Australia wasn’t reason enough to take an interest in Filipino poetry, the fact that Filipino poetry shares a tremendous amount in common with Australian poetry should. Those fissures that have dominated so much of the past half-century of Australian poetry – between ‘the tradition’ and ‘the postmodern’, between an indigenous or nationalist poetry and a poetry that stretches to North America and elsewhere, between poetry that centres on the nation’s landscapes and poetry that sees in its cities and other locations a manifestation of global and/or North American trends – are quite central to poetry in the Philippines, too.

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Two Poems by Ricardo M. de Ungria

The two poems here are my most recent productions, written when I was winding up my commitments as bureaucrat and testing again the much-missed pool of ink for living lines and resonant images. My concerns here are countrified and rural, …

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Three Poems by Francisco Guevara

More than a page’s capacity to document how fact took place, I am interested in the way sound can become revolutionary inasmuch as the word ‘revolution’ asserts the necessary paradox of motion in its etymology. As revolution implicates the tension …

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Four Poems by Marc Gaba

I am an artist who loves lines. Vanitas at the speed of light he turned no further were we once an inviolate sorrow, an eyeful of apologies, too quick, or late enough in the instant to recoil from absence the …

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Three Poems by Marjorie Evasco

From my first collection, Dreamweavers, to the new work in two forthcoming collections, It is time to come home and Fishes of light / Peces de luz (with Cuban poet Alex Fleites), I continue to be fascinated by the tension …

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Three Poems by Mabi David

These poems are from an unpublished chapbook entitled Spleen. The poems in my two previous books have been called ‘detached’ and ‘objective.’ Thus, when I wrote these poems, I wanted to have it out with strong emotions and to explore …

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Three Poems by Conchitina Cruz

The poems I am working on these days defer to the impulse to archive and collect. Because of my interest in the collision of apparently objective methods of documentation and an explicitly idiosyncratic subjectivity, my poems employ the alphabet, the …

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Opera

After each useless, ephemeral voyage I return to the house and its quay; I circle the edge before skittling off to the suburbs. Come to me, I cry, fat plastic and screaming sail, shining, golden city cramped and seeping music! …

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Valparaíso and Tourist

Before the broken edges of an old city’s coast; before the waves breaking on the wharves; a city lost in the fog tumbling in from the ocean, in snakes of fog sliding down from the mountains, I’m tumbling through skins …

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Stuart Cooke Reviews Anna Kerdijk Nicholson

Possession: poems about the voyage of Lt James Cook in the Endeavour 1768-1771 by Anna Kerdijk Nicholson Five Islands Press, 2010 From at least as far back as Heraclitus, scholars have been warning us about the irresistible and irretrievable nature …

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Oil on Air (바람의 유화)

To think of all the expectant creatures circling about, the gulls circling, the white cat dozing into orbits beside me, the crystalline drift of an ant colony between lines, even the eruption of the gangly palm, over time, would swirl …

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