Tom Clark



Q&A with Tom Clark

Since 2006, Tom Clark has been an academic in the School of Communication and the Arts at Victoria University, Melbourne, where he teaches and researches in political rhetoric as a family of performance poetry. Previously he completed a PhD, writing …

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Canada, Late September

A haiku and a meditation     In all places now we hear the wind sing of war: dust will fall for dust.   * * * *   I stepped briefly outside myself – or so I thought when …

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That Old Light on the Hill

I dreamt up a little verse – and in my mind, a circus-ground of sound, it neatly rhymed before this telling (inevitably) brings it worse. In fog, a weary one did climb an old stone staircase, spiralling, echoing ocean, up …

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Why be a delegate?

Alright, we're ready now. Not all issues are black and white. Not all issues are about how to fight. But the facts are: this one's different. We're not it. A creature marries. Is reborn. It marries again. The history, thus, …

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Songmoth

Dhe songmoth had u mikst pyoupaishen, biset bii feet uv bigu thingz; stil, daiz wur waum, dhu skii wuz kleer, dhaer wuz mutc tou lern. Ov krisulis it sed: dhis wuz byoutifool, but it rikwiird kurij. Ii kept louzing thingz. …

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Tramz

Maibee dhai point aor wai hoem flangkt biiy erlen u gauntlet uv lantenz and maibee noebul beests hou greet us winsing and groening yet kwiiyetur dhan rain aar onvoiz: good mauning good kreetcur, wel met! Dhats wot ii wont tou …

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U praer fur joniy

Werld, win wun welthines! Fiiting loenliy gloumiy wunlines (kapetul waijez, kapetul fun) fur just sum rispiit, bring mee meniy luvz! Iiy, u soluteriy soejernur, am nuthing withaot morulz: but fur werldwiid riseshen, iiy am withaot belt. Aul thingz aar inklemint. …

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