Emmonsail’s Heath in Winter BY JOHN CLARE I love to see the old heath’s withered brake Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling, While the old heron from the…
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Here is a clear fragment broken off from the perennial drama of girlhood, the vastness and vibration of summer air all around it. The waves sound their regular metre through…
the last time I saw you I was so angry at the most unnegotiable parts of yourself that I thought “black hole lobbed around twice‟. my thoughts were distorted, this…
PORTOBELLO by Glyn Maxwell When you were the one reading My palm, in the second hour of our one life, And I, sitting back for good and noticing white stuff…
In another place, not here, a woman might touch something between beauty and nowhere, back there and here, might pass hand over hand her own trembling life, but I have…
Field-Crossing by DAVID O’MEARA The clover’s razed; the ground is autumn-hard. The land bristles in a ragged frame. I’m on the far end, watching weightless clouds hastened by wind, the…
—- What are the phonemes within phenomena? What is their speak and how are they sounded? How does a phrase issue outward from event? What is the name of the…
Kenneth Goldsmith, on Satie: In the midst of an art opening at a Paris gallery in 1902, Ambient music was born. Erik Satie and his cronies, after begging everyone in…
Michael Nardone: A lot of your work draws from an immediate environment, both landscape and peers. Thinking about where we are now—Open Space, an artist-run centre—and perhaps trying to locate…
from a public dialogue at Open Space, Victoria, 26 October 2010 NARDONE: Crabwise to the Hounds was a very particular book in that when it came out in the fall…
“Tag” is a poem in two parts and a rare example of a non-linear poem in the pages of the New Yorker. One section, “This,” begins with what appears to…