heat rising, the tip of your
tongue moving, almost
silent across lips, its
rhythmic swimming
you want her close
as the roof of your mouth
hands pulling down the slow
air of spring to receive
heat rising, the tip of your
tongue moving, almost
silent across lips, its
rhythmic swimming
you want her close
as the roof of your mouth
hands pulling down the slow
air of spring to receive
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After recent years of touring, Leonard Cohen is showing no signs of slowing down, with news of a new album, Old Ideas to be released in January 2012.
It has been touted as his most spiritual album to date, “the album’s ten songs poetically address(ing) some of the most profound quandaries of human existence – the relationship to a transcendent being, love, sexuality, loss and death.”
Pitchfork currently has the first cut from the album, Show Me The Place, available for listening and if it is anything to go by, Cohen’s age worn baritone is sounding better than ever.
This may be the album that kick starts my new year…
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in the open water
of this world
we must learn to live
without anchor
keep your mast tall
your sails full
let each day come billowing
you are their captain:
receive them
then let them go
each one is a wave, as splendid
in its falling, as in its rise
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Australia’s premiere celebration of all things poetic, Queensland Poetry Festival, invites proposals from poets, performers and artists interested in being part of the 16th annual festival.
QPF is not a director-led festival; rather it is programmed each year by a group of Brisbane poets through an open Expression of Interest process. In that spirit, QPF is inviting Expressions of Interest from poets, musicians, performers, and spoken word artists interested in being a part of the 16th annual three-day festival, spoken in one strange word 2012. Be it a reading, a project, a performance, or perhaps something that embraces myriad art forms, bring it on! They are open to all forms of poetic expression and want to know what you’ve been cooking.
If you are programmed to perform at QPF 2012, flights, accommodation and performance fees will be provided.
Submission deadline: Wednesday 22nd February, 2012.
QPF 2012 runs from 24 – 26 August at the state-of-the-art, Judith Wright Centre of Contemporary Arts in Fortitude Valley, Brisbane.
For further details, submission forms and guidelines, visit the QPF website at www.queenslandpoetryfestival.com, or contact them at qldpoetry@gmail.com with any questions.
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from silence to silence:
spring storm edges
over the mountain
breaks into clusters of sound:
bluestone and berries
roiled from its slick throat
while he hits full pitch:
blood orange and milk opal
curdling the cosmos
Filed under poetry
he wakes, moon-
faced
and my heart
is a hymn
book thrown open
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Last Sunday, our haiku group descended on Brisbane’s iconic, Southbank Parklands for our weekly ginko (haiku walk). The Spring weather turned it on, and the park was teeming with wildlife of all varieties! Here’s a few poems from the group + a couple of my own:
pink ice cream
a baby sucks
its thumb
Tiggy Johnson
*
this green place
all my own
one willie wagtail
Rebekah Woodward
*
rubbish
in the lily pond
catfish eyes
Lyndon Norton
*
city beach
all the fathers running
like children
Graham Nunn
smoking
the tarot reader slips
out of character
Trish Reid
*
breeze ruffles
a seagull’s snowy chest
cloudless sky
Corrie MacDonald
*
hot sun
Pauls milk sign spoils
the view
Lee-Anne Davie
*
white stains
by the ice cream stall
sacred ibis
Andrew Phillips
*
waiting for you
the bouganvilla
pours out its song
Graham Nunn
photopraphy by Corrie MacDonald
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under this moon, a taxi
cools its engine and coughs
our neighbour out onto the hard
ground, already split
with thistle and dandelion
you blink up at me, as I stroke
the slightly furry tip
of your nose, your tight shell of ear
red skinned and sweating
our neighbour strips off
his shirt at the front door
you and I, already naked
our veins forecast a heatwave
a night gone to seed
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we talk into the evening
recall the moments that exist
in breath passed between us
milk bubbles collapsing like hot-
air balloons on lips, a sneeze
that rearranges the thunderheads
sometimes we talk soft, sometimes
rowdy, letting go the grown-up
world, our insides cartwheeling
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he is the quiet force
settling on our lives
as the diamond
sounds of night
cut the horses
from our dreams
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