An on-drive to the boundary the ball
going on and on through dust and dirt
on and on past the shed all the way past
the chook pen and on bouncing over
bark flaked and fallen from wandoos
and on over dried twigs and branches
and chunks of...
Frederick Seidel’s ‘Ooga-Booga and Poems: 1959-2009’
By Kate Jennings
For your consideration: “A naked woman my age is just a total nightmare.” Now there’s a rip-snorting line of poetry if there ever was one. Frederick Seidel, who is not afraid to repeat himself, offers the line not once but three times in Ooga-Booga...
David McComb, who passed away in 1999 at the age of 36, was the lead singer and songwriter of The Triffids. The band began their career in Perth in the late 1970s and broke up in 1989, and although McComb released a solo album, Love of Will, in 1994...
Scanning the face of a crestfallen wave
He sees his life collapsing to a close,
A foaming comber racing to its grave.
But after that one, there are all of those:
The ranks of the unbroken, the young men
Completely green, queuing to take their...
Tiptoe, to cast his shadow far
as once he could,
now readied for the camera
at short notice;
speech notes: triumphs of his era;
bell-voiced, ringing with self honour,
dementia of the spurned leader.
Merely a planchet waiting to be struck,
The poem shapes up but is not a coin
Until, by craft, and then again by luck,
He fashions clean devices fit to join
A scrupulous design that he would like
To look mint fresh and not...
I’ll be dead and then they’ll go through my things,
the weak son who never complained when I mocked him,
the daughter who wished me dead I’m sure
so she wouldn’t have to nurse me.
I refuse to cut a spare set of keys.
I refuse to risk...
In Dr Johnson's little novel Rasselas, the Poet tells the Prince about the psychological requirements of a poetic career. The poet, says the Poet, must "content himself with the slow progress of his name". On the other hand, he should learn to "...
Planning to leave Calypso in the lurch,
Odysseus snuck off to build a ship.
He found the right-shaped boughs of larch or birch
Or spruce, for all I know, from which to strip
The bark, and ... but the details we can skip.