21 October 2011
08 October 2011
hey draft
hey
its not even fucking January
but i smashed out
a million words already
planted them like little trees
in the ferocious dirt
like acacia acumulata
seedlings, hosts for
the sandalwood
deep and little more
than a bootlength apart
in the thick wet strings of mounds
or the depth of scalps
traversing paddock contours
green sticker swathe struttin
walkin on bones
but betting each other
on rhythmic mist
crazy fuck bows
and cocaine double rainbows
not uncommon triple bows
and in moonlit circles
we roll the barest of joints
cigarettes in the last order
for the actual
this is alpha actual
we have lost contact...
carry on
over
occupy
the entire sky
the swirl of new stars
and stupid clouds
and its not the first time
not the first time
i remembered you
your wet flesh on mine
as the rain spelt our names
on rooves, your voice
bouncing across
this impossible suburb
the time we stole
the Christmas carol
banner with our only
anarchist friend
on the way back from
the bottle shop
with the second carton
this time
not emu fucking export
and i thought
thats what you drank
he said
i don’t drink export
never have but
its wet
its fizzy
and full fucking strength
and we discuss pedantica
the new school getting franticer
and franticer...
its not even fucking January
but i smashed out
a million words already
planted them like little trees
in the ferocious dirt
like acacia acumulata
seedlings, hosts for
the sandalwood
deep and little more
than a bootlength apart
in the thick wet strings of mounds
or the depth of scalps
traversing paddock contours
green sticker swathe struttin
walkin on bones
but betting each other
on rhythmic mist
crazy fuck bows
and cocaine double rainbows
not uncommon triple bows
and in moonlit circles
we roll the barest of joints
cigarettes in the last order
for the actual
this is alpha actual
we have lost contact...
carry on
over
occupy
the entire sky
the swirl of new stars
and stupid clouds
and its not the first time
not the first time
i remembered you
your wet flesh on mine
as the rain spelt our names
on rooves, your voice
bouncing across
this impossible suburb
the time we stole
the Christmas carol
banner with our only
anarchist friend
on the way back from
the bottle shop
with the second carton
this time
not emu fucking export
and i thought
thats what you drank
he said
i don’t drink export
never have but
its wet
its fizzy
and full fucking strength
and we discuss pedantica
the new school getting franticer
and franticer...
31 August 2011
metaphrastic tendencies - DRAFTING
metaphrastic tendencies
just woken up in a broken country
no new hope for those
without the funding
without the freedom
the paper nation
fearing a twisted invasion
locked up at the gatepost
those on busted boats are shunted
and pardon my metaphrastic tendencies
I'm dragging my knuckles
on the concrete trees
the neon beer-stains
the lime-flavoured holdens
the fuck off we're full mentality
- the spasticity
of these cites
these rural cuntscapes
under bonnets
seeking solace in the suspension
the detention of children
is barely an offence to them
scuse my metaphrastic tendencies
according to the idiotic
mediocracy, the bent
and busted idolatry
of cheap authentic
chinese things
and digital
residuals
we eat pills
and pills
and pills
and flourescent
corporate vegetables
and special special beers
that taste like beer
that look like beer
but scanty chicks
in shiny skin
deliver these
in packs
amusingly
just woken up in a broken country
no new hope for those
without the funding
without the freedom
the paper nation
fearing a twisted invasion
locked up at the gatepost
those on busted boats are shunted
and pardon my metaphrastic tendencies
I'm dragging my knuckles
on the concrete trees
the neon beer-stains
the lime-flavoured holdens
the fuck off we're full mentality
- the spasticity
of these cites
these rural cuntscapes
under bonnets
seeking solace in the suspension
the detention of children
is barely an offence to them
scuse my metaphrastic tendencies
according to the idiotic
mediocracy, the bent
and busted idolatry
of cheap authentic
chinese things
and digital
residuals
we eat pills
and pills
and pills
and flourescent
corporate vegetables
and special special beers
that taste like beer
that look like beer
but scanty chicks
in shiny skin
deliver these
in packs
amusingly
12 August 2011
Performance poets announced for Fremantle Poets 3 - FREMANTLE PRESS
8th July 2011 - Fremantle Press Poetry Publisher Georgia Richter announced the writers selected for Fremantle Poets 3: Performance Poets today.
Eleven Western Australian performance poets have been chosen for the collection which will be published in Fremantle Poetry Month in July 2012. They are: Allan Boyd (aka the antipoet), Jeremy Balius, Liana Joy Christensen, Gabrielle Everall, Amber Fresh, Afeif Ismail, Janet Jackson, Sam Knee (aka Byron Bard), Dosh Luckwell, Kaitlyn Plyley and John Charles Ryan.
Richter said the poets selected showed the range of voices and styles in Western Australia.
“These poets give a sense of the diverse talent, variety and vigour of our performance poetry scene,” said Richter.
Guest editor and performance poet Scott-Patrick Mitchell said he believed Fremantle Poets 3 was something West Australians would be intrigued by.
Article here: http://www.fremantlepress.com.au/news/229
Eleven Western Australian performance poets have been chosen for the collection which will be published in Fremantle Poetry Month in July 2012. They are: Allan Boyd (aka the antipoet), Jeremy Balius, Liana Joy Christensen, Gabrielle Everall, Amber Fresh, Afeif Ismail, Janet Jackson, Sam Knee (aka Byron Bard), Dosh Luckwell, Kaitlyn Plyley and John Charles Ryan.
Richter said the poets selected showed the range of voices and styles in Western Australia.
“These poets give a sense of the diverse talent, variety and vigour of our performance poetry scene,” said Richter.
Guest editor and performance poet Scott-Patrick Mitchell said he believed Fremantle Poets 3 was something West Australians would be intrigued by.
Article here: http://www.fremantlepress.com.au/news/229
Labels:
antipoet,
performance,
perth performance poetry,
perth poetry
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