Don Maynard

New & Selected Poems Poem (for Ted Godwin) recalling always a relative unrelatedness organic accident of a painter remembering to fit words together/gather pieces of small screams of a guitar returning after dead ends burnt out to this point exhaustion of a city Athol Appel/Tom Silcock/Randal Till (odd names for aussie kids) explorations in the… Don Maynard weiterlesen

Jeremy Gadd

Tragedy The ancient Greeks believed that there were three goddesses who presided over human destiny. They called them Parcae—or the Fates. In an age of high infant mortality; when the practise of slavery was accepted by even the most enlightened of minds, Clotho presided over the lottery of birth, Lachesis determined longevity, and Atropos was… Jeremy Gadd weiterlesen

Sue Gill

Paintings Symphonies of Colour Sue Gill is already well known as an abstract expressionist painter in Australia. Employing bold, vivid colours she creates dynamic and energetic paintings which are immediately appealing and accessible to the viewer. Her new series of oil paintings and works on paper are spontaneous and joyous symphonies of colour, encompassing calligraphic… Sue Gill weiterlesen

Angelika Fremd

the dayshift (Kings Cross 13.11.97) in the gardens an ibis pries open a wad of butcher’s paper as if chipping into a motherlode. street cleaners hose gutters chocked with paraphernalia used in ecstatic rites the night before. driftwood-like, piles of ill-assorted belongings washed up on stone shores coset the sleeping, the near-dead. pigeons and seagulls… Angelika Fremd weiterlesen

Anja Meixner

Innocence and Experience Photography „If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well… Anja Meixner weiterlesen

David Hopkinson

Virtual Offerings On the Motorway of Life On the motorway of life I shall rest my weary wheels At your service station I shall drink From the waters Of your automatic Coke dispenser And take nourishment From your plastic, greasy Artificially sweetened, mass produced Over-processed, chemically enhanced Additive-enriched, portion-controlled Nutrition-free apology for food Groaning in… David Hopkinson weiterlesen

Beth Spencer

Doing the Rock : June 1984 the bus took off without me and I was missing you [flashback] drinking gin on the flight from Cairns – ‚trash can?‘ said the American across the aisle – ‚rubbish bin‘ said the hostess and pointed to a paper bag had the plane to ourselves our postcards and politeness… Beth Spencer weiterlesen

Julian Faber

Requiem The last time I burned somebody I was sixty two years old. I had worked on the Station for thirteen years after the funeral home moved up there. I was chief in charge of Cremations and I loved my work. After all, I was helping people to fulfil their last wishes and that was… Julian Faber weiterlesen

Adam Aitken

Two Poems To a Hindu Goddess I drove her to a temple by the sea on a World Bank moped, a triple A rice spirit two hours late for a ceremony. She showed me a brochure her face on it, & practised a vengeful look in her handbag mirror. Chanting bamboo pages, annals & spells,… Adam Aitken weiterlesen

Vivien Eime

Instructions Towards Joy The Tragedy of Vivien Eime Instructions Towards Joy Performance Piece how is it possible to offload history take the multitudal hooks of sadness and depart whooooosh through tears or rinsed out through the ears of friends. we receive no specific instructions toward joy are merely directed toward good that is warned away… Vivien Eime weiterlesen