The next Sospeso Readings – on Friday the 5th of March at 7pm features ‘Derek Motion and Nathan Curnow jiving to the theme of Domestic Rock ‘n’ Roll. No doubt you’ve read Derek’s work in Best Australian Poems 2009, and you’ve certainly read Nathan’s book The Ghost Poetry Project.’
I like Laura’s assumption that we’ve all read the feature poets. Apparently there’s quite a popular open mic section too. See you there.
Caffe Sospeso, 428 Burwood Road, Hawthorn.
olivia ramshackle amidst a blitz
of acacia spume, swears to remain
exterior to ‘i love you’, forgets her purse.
a blatant mine of perfumed gadgetry &
archaic post-it text though. we admire her
her windswept pose looking like lost lipstick
or early film stock, all gaudy reds & greens,
hair slightly over-long for this stage of
modernity. i was away from the set-piece
filling in a time-sheet vision aplomb
registering the dots / dashes / irate
minutes of labour. but yet. but still.
wild thistle & hairy panic circling
the edges of the frame, masking olivia
& her age; peals of bird issuing a tonal
cusp, a things-must-change like
the weather ultimatum, borderline
romance. her severe hemline gazing
at me through space, battling a
fractal geometry of twig &
brush, affording itself status
as image. we work on
mustering a sufficient
& valid ode.
lolly sweat fingers to secure
me, central to a vortex: song
& dance & colour paraded
against backdrop living in a
slow drip, ever tinny death.
metal to scour undersized i-
speakers, order-baffle so
usual. burlap texta moniker,
once the claim to a kinship
loopy in time’s contraction,
reduced to pelvic puns.
on edit, steve moved to the blue
mountains for the scene. we
think the cat is ‘cuddly’ at
dawn, virtual epilogue of
a future aubade, past tense.
one vagrant property manager
ushered through the mill, still
plaits her hair, sketches out
equality. (unshucked she quits
the lot with a calm email.) who
can blame us for unspecific spite.
‘I was drunk, cried Suttree’
McCarthy
i believe it to be a special issue. the 30th.
GDS have published me twice; of course, rejected me also.
i love GDS. very slick. you should subit some work.
overload the editors. they ask for it, taking on such a task.
http://www.goingdownswinging.org.au/submissions/
if you haven’t seen it, this is my writing space, as shown to the world by bibliophile tara moss.
i’m moving house soon, so no doubt the character of this space will change. my work will reflect this. over. out.
