Protected: Pam Brown agrees with a drunk bastard.

November 15, 2009 at 1:50 pm | Posted in blogging, contemporary poetry, memoirs, writing | Enter your password to view comments.
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The pianoplayer plays “Ham and Cheese Sandwich”

October 10, 2009 at 9:37 am | Posted in australian poetry, contemporary poetry, links, memoirs | 9 Comments
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‘Surprises and Apologies’ perhaps reminded of ‘Ornithology’.
Sometimes he just drifts around til he finds a boat
But I remember saying over and over that you rock those

and paddling around on a flat sea without an  F# is quite boring.

Boing splat, some semi-aquatic half amphibian, ripple e dee, I have decided it is best I never arrive in Melbourne.

But any time you are up in Brisbane or perhaps in some New York basement nightclub art gallery with a black baby grand
I am going to do what ever I can
to get you roaring drunk, Pam Brown. Cin cin,

Letter To Pam Brown.

March 18, 2009 at 6:29 pm | Posted in australian poetry, memoirs, poetry, sheer selfindulgence, writing | 8 Comments
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Oh no, Walt Whitman most notorious of self-publishers, tell me it isn’t true. Pam Brown tells me that practicing poets should read poetics. I can’t think of anything more stultifying to my practice of poetry than reading lots of jargon and waffle written by academics with no sense of rhythm. Poets should read restaurant menus, graffiti, each other, newspaper horoscopes, ancient maps of sunken isles, the minds of small furry creatures, the patterns of grain in acres of sorghum rushing past the train

on its way to the cattleyards of Roma.

(Pam Brown is the Associate Editor of the infamous Jacket Magazine and I apologise unreservedly for quoting the fantastic Ms Brown, who rocks hard, out of context.)

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