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Alternative title: Baby
Issue Details: First known date: 2024... no. 111 1 February 2024 of Cordite Poetry Review est. 1997 Cordite Poetry Review
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'We released the call-out for BABY on 30 May 2023. We were thinking of baby projects, the spark of something new, thinking of the person who we call ‘baby’, thinking of Liam Ferney, bard of the bubs, who writes the best baby poems this side of town.'  ( Shastra Deo and Liam Ferney : Editorial introduction)

Notes

  • Only literary material within AustLit's scope individually indexed. Other material in this issue includes:

    A Lonely Girl Phenomenology By Jenny Hedley

    Leaving Traces of Us : Queer Coming-of-age in Anne Carsons’s Autobiography of Red by Joanne Zou

    3 Mohsen Mohamed Translations by Sherine Elbanhawy
    3 Petre Ioan Crețu Translations by Cristina Savin

    Sharon Olds admits in interview: “almost never” gets writer’s block, writes poems “when they come to me” by David Motamed

    BAREBACK by Rebecca Hawkes

    Leaf Boats by Brent Kininmont

    Driving to Work with Britney Spears by Paul Hostovsky

    Mansfield Bar by David Moolten

    Everything Back Where It Belongs by David Romanda

    Xanthippe, or, A Cure for the Common Cold by Michael Bemis

    Itai Hoteru Are Open 24/7 by Gerard Sarnat

    Aftertaste by Beatriz Seelaender

    Patty Melt by Richard Silken

    Job Speaks of the World Under by Norman Erikson Pasaribu

    Sparkling Heart Empire by Mia You

    Antediluvian Sonnets by Laynie Browne

    Vampire Problems by Rae Armantrout

    If You Must Know by Jennifer L. Knox

Contents

* Contents derived from the 2024 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
Get Away From Her, You Bitchi"No ore tug this.", Liam Ferney , single work poetry
Gender and Abject Horror : The Poetic Self, Tyberius Larking , single work essay

'I recently woke to clothes and sheets drenched in blood. The sun, squeamish, kept its distance as I stripped off and showered. Outside, a glutinous rain fell disinfecting the streets; the bins begged and pleaded; have mercy on us. My periods have been heavy all my life though, until then, I hadn’t bled so profusely in years.' (Introduction)

The Linguistic Playground of Poetics : L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E Poetry and Systemic Functional Linguistics, Raelke Grimmer , single work essay

'I wasn’t entirely prepared for the Canberran rain and cold. Late November, ostensibly summer, and my last trip to the capital at the same time of year almost a decade earlier had shocked me with a week of perfect blue-skied thirty-degree days. Naively, I’d expected the same this time around. I’d packed a raincoat but no umbrella; still, I preferred to turn my hood up against the showers as I trekked through the centre to the bus stop. I sheltered under the canopy and boarded a bus Google reassured would take me to my destination. My memory of this same journey years ago was sketchy, and this city looked different shrouded in grey. My recall sharpened as I alighted and walked through the University of Canberra’s campus, searching for the lecture theatre that would host the opening keynote of this year’s Australasian Association of Writing Programs conference.' (Introduction)

Speak, Joy : Say the Words, Omar Sakr , single work essay

'I am a working poet. I spend my days in search and celebration of words, a series of sounds I can weld, if I’m lucky, into insights about being human, and I confess it has never been harder to do so. I have a newborn son, I am a newborn father, and despite a decade of practice at crafting language into literature, this child, so small and insistent and terrifying and beautiful and language-less, has in only a few months shown me how useless, how entirely unnecessary words are for that most important and derided endeavour: love. This is a word, an emotion, a foundational way of living, utterly essential for survival, and yet by invoking it, I’ve erred already – there are few things taken less seriously, or more likely to provoke an eye roll, scoff or sneer, particularly in the realm of writing, which for all that it is deemed effeminate, is nonetheless strangled by a masculine manner and aesthetic. There is an unspoken understanding that one shouldn’t ever be sentimental – meaning literally ‘prompted by feelings’ – and that good prose is ‘muscular’, good writing is ‘brutal’, a ‘gut punch’, a violence. I should know. My own work is often praised with these descriptors, and it’s true, I am geared toward pain, toward sorrow, toward a primal force that makes loss bearable, if that is at all possible, though I would never describe my writing as a violence in the same way that I could never plant a sentence about a flower and hope to see a bud in the soil come spring.' (Introduction)

‘Bombala Boss’ : Harry Reid in Conversation with Michael Farrell, Harry Reid (interviewer), single work interview

'How on earth to interview Michael Farrell? I once introduced Farrell at a reading as one of my ‘top five dead or alive’ Australian poets. I still believe this to be true. I once watched him eat a falafel during the open mic section of a poetry reading in Sydney. Once, while driving the work van, I saw Farrell on the way to the pool and honked the horn, realising later he’d have no idea it was me. What does this all mean? Farrell’s latest book is Googlecholia (2022) and the one before that was Family Trees (2020). These are the ones we talk about. They are both very, very good. Farrell’s work is expansive. It’s funny and sweet and tough and tender.' (Introduction)

‘Share What You’ve Learned’ : Amelia Walker in Conversation with Samantha Faulkner, Amelia Walker (interviewer), single work interview

'Samantha Faulkner is a writer and poet from Badu and Moa Islands in the Torres Strait and the Yadhaigana and Wuthuthi/Wuthati peoples of Cape York Peninsula. She is the author of Life B’Long Ali Drummond: A Life in the Torres Strait (Aboriginal Studies Press, 2007) and editor of Pamle: Torres Strait Islanders in Canberra (Kuracca, 2018) as well as the forthcoming nonfiction anthology Growing Up Torres Strait Islander in Australia (Black Inc, 2024). Faulkner has represented women and Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander interests on local, state, and national boards and is a Director of the ACT Torres Strait Islanders Corporation. She is a current board member of both the First Nations Australia Writers Network (FNAWN) and Us Mob Writing Group, a Canberra-based First Nations writing collective.' (Introduction)

Introduction to Alex Creece’s Potty Mouth, Potty Mouth, Rae White , single work review
— Review of Potty Mouth, Potty Mouth Alex Creece , 2024 selected work poetry ;

'Alex Creece’s Potty Mouth, Potty Mouth is a reckless, glorious, grotty revolution. It’s an insubordinate ‘kissyface of cobwebs’ that sticks it to capitalism, heteronormativity and the patriarchy.' (Introduction)

Introduction to Zoë Sadokierski’s Father, Son and Other Animals, James Bradley , single work review
— Review of Father, Son and Other Animals Zoe Sadokierski , 2024 selected work poetry ;

'Zoë Sadokierski’s Father, Son and Other Animals opens with a moment of disconnection, as she describes her father’s tendency to retreat into himself when they are together, disappearing into imaginary golf practice. ‘Sometimes when I’m talking to Dad, he’s not there. I look over and see that he’s gone.’ In keeping with the book’s broader interplay of humour and darker concerns, Sadokierski uses it as an excuse for a moment of black comedy. ‘When he’s like this, I could say anything,’ she continues. ‘Dad, I’m really struggling being a working parent. I’m drinking at breakfast.’ But, like the animal skull he later presents her, her father’s distraction prefigures the larger absence that will eventually overtake him, transforming the scene into a sort of memento mori, a reminder of the inevitability of loss that shadows all life. And, no less importantly, it suggests a larger kind of extinction, one summoned up by the mute images of feathers and bones sketched alongside the words.' (Introduction)

Introduction to Alicia Sometimes’s Stellar Atmospheres, Andrea Rassell , single work review
— Review of Stellar Atmospheres Alicia Sometimes , 2024 selected work poetry ;

'I feel a sense of delight at the idea of an artist surreptitiously working in a science lab. There is something mischievous, rambunctious, even anarchistic about it. The idea of intervention. I have always thought that the disciplines that exist under the broad umbrellas of science and art are in some ways artificial necessities for the organisation of various institutions. Of course, science and art embody different ways of knowing, of epistemological knowledge-making, but there are forms of art that bleed together with scientific practice more so than two disciplines thought of as sciences – consider the techniques used in optical microscopy and cinematography (both lens based practices), versus geology and biomedical science (rocks versus the messy stuff of humans and disease).' (Introduction)

Three Three-minute Paragraphsi"Go at the six, turning, the nap stretches to 90 minutes, go at the six, turning, the garden gate left open open", Ella Skilbeck-Porter , single work poetry
Be Not Afraid, or Whateveri"God’s worst angel, smoking behind the servo", Madeleine Dale , single work poetry
Unexpected Arrivali"The agony of spring when it is trespassed by other seasons,", Soleil Chan , single work poetry
Babei"When you took my hand that first night", Julian Zytnik , single work poetry
In the Orbital Hysteriai"A dangerous moon wades low in an empty sky, the magpie shudders…", Samuel Wagan Watson , single work poetry
Birth of Astroboyi"Midmorning Sunday the mall", Jarad Bruinstroop , single work poetry
Greyi".across the long grey-blue limpid line of", Kerry Greer , single work poetry
Night Comes Quicklyi"I am sitting on the verandah, in the warm Queensland wind, reading Intimacies by Katie Kitamura. The light", Emilie Collyer , single work poetry
Passingi"time on the same earth", Barnaby Smith , single work poetry
November Heartbeati"I’m holding a chicken", Ronia Ibrahim , single work poetry
The Escape Artisti"What goes through your ticking toy-machine mind", Sean West , single work poetry

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