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really trying. really sorta trying hard. really sorta trying hard to. really kinda sorta trying hard to keep. really working on kinda sorta trying hard to keep the posts up. this post is keeping the posts up. but im on a lunch break. as long as fools continue to want to join the nsw police force. this means i am still in menial work. this means i better get back to making the world or state a better place.

word is rock n roll issue of meanjin will contain one of my poems. check it out in september ‘06.

prosaic long

Cordite recently revaled more Malley poets, leaving very few from issue 23 anonymous. They now state: “The last shreds of Cordite’s credibility now rest with Abby S. Malley, Baz Malley, Fleur de Malley, Resole Malley and Ern Malley’s Cat.” Well yes I am one of them & I imagine no-one will be popping forward to ‘guess’ who I am. I must impress more readers with my distinctive & floral stylings.

Hmm one assumes there are a lot of ppl out there writing & just not posting stuff on their websites / or maintaining a site with a little info on themselves. I call on poets (see them sitting in Victorian studies, smoking a pipe and thinking on refined matters) to post news & I don’t know, start an online lit. mag. The world needs lots of them possibly.

Work at uni sorting mail packages again tomorrow. This is what I do to make money, and then I spend it & wonder about it all over again.

Started reading Saturday by Ian McEwan. He puts me at ease with his pondering of the details. A good thing?

& certainly 30th of June (the financial year) is cut-off for submissions to 4W, where I will be taking a hand in editorial matters. I recently noticed the website with guidelines is quite out of date, but the basics are correct. $5 submission fee is controversial no? Do not be afraid to submit though, there is of course a $250 prize for best poetry and prose. And I want a great read to be the end-product. Get emailing my loyal thousands of readers, or else participate in another way, send electronic correspondence indicating your feelings about 4W. It is surely all good.

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‘couch’

outside couch earlier during the on day i move
found place lush suitable grass amongst the sun &
i the later couch there put then now
went out & began i the journey armrests across
the & to the whatever summit
stoned suitably sparkle for the of the night the anyway
the not comfort was remiss quite but not absolute juxtaposing the of me
the elements ppl the sometimes that past to walk their purposes
humdrum the like never recliner finer times

under ten tigers

thoughts dry as a microwave meat pie with

a water–table barely 6ft below building

property an essential gambit geo-theory

mocking original inhabitants foundations

stretch endless 60ft deep ends-of-earth

signing suave maps small town council-

chambers crumbling dust caring relaxes

in a spa with truth real-estate & footy &

a nation thrusts a fist / under ten tigers i

feel like & we discuss land & drive woosh

life-drawing

&

she says you’re a really good writer so

maybe you could write something for me

i’m not self-centred or anything

not something like ‘you’re so vain’

i don’t know – what else do you do

anything happen on the weekend

that’s right you have kids at home

so isn’t this new pop diva song really

a banarama cover or something

alternatively / as two things fuse

she said you will never see me

writing about my grandmother

or my parents (they sent me here)

i thought australia was always warm

and things looked close together

on the map (to punish me)

whatever, check this useless application

form replete with rorschach blot

& i just want them to think i’m different

because i am different

basking in my own reflection

decided today to remove a so-called ‘realistic’ image of myself from this site. i don’t know why, i just got sick of it appearing every time i leave feedback somewhere. i imagine ppl then thinking “wow, look at him, that’s the guy that said such & such, that’s what he really looks like, let’s interpret things based on his image.” perhaps it is more vain to remove said image. i have so little free time on my hands; this is how i spend it.

i am boy-camus

.
but

only a memory. a tendril footnote intimates vibrato’d wood

(isaac loving a good golden book)

as imperceptible pieces collect on the front-step.

certain lighting doesn’t seem on

as the ashes cleave together almost nuanced smells

of maple, clarity, blue;

of a butterfly wing nothing is known

besides this

incinerated black-drift photos,

casually

in a forest fire

reading fantastic

susan hampton +
3 other great writers

(david gilbey / i j oog / derek motion)
read at wagga council chambers

tuesday night
7 o’clock i think

endless repeat

liking how images are put. smiling at how ekphrastic stuff appears. enjoying all manner of subtleties. placing text sideward of reference. “there’s a movie on.” oh so, sure. & more when there is room. colour shade & choice might loom. love the whorl of it.