tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38529932024-03-14T15:48:36.668+08:00antipoetwerds built into packets now : : by antipoet/allanboyd
perth_western.australiaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger272125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-46328550924455707012012-05-28T16:28:00.000+08:002012-05-28T16:28:16.262+08:00ARTilley 2012I'm doing an "Artist Residency" for ARTillery.
"'At Arm's Length' is an artistic exploration of one of the world's
most pressing issues, arms trade, from a truly Australian perspective -
at arm's length. Few of us here can really imagine the terror of living
in armed conflict, or fully appreciate the consequences of unregulated
arms trade. 12 artists tackle the issue through film, visual artUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-76212240185006198912011-12-16T02:14:00.000+08:002011-12-16T02:14:04.740+08:00steve austinchannelling better
stronger
faster
we can
rebuild
him
we have
the technologyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-58230872851549289382011-12-07T01:41:00.000+08:002011-12-07T01:41:14.175+08:00i dont carei don’t care
about yr arbitrary badges
of democratic privilege
or the shiny pointy star-shape
on your black issue velcro
puffin up yr uniformed chest
yr armour-plated body suit
or yr sunday bloody sunday best
swaggered at the church of economic risk
you are fucking enormous
with thick batons and guns and riot shields
across borders you stand
alone one foot in each zone
and i don’t care
about yr Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-21873767269931547802011-10-21T11:25:00.003+08:002011-10-21T11:28:42.262+08:00Medicine - from "PASH CAPSULE"sugar studio
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-81627859285681923512011-10-21T11:22:00.004+08:002011-10-21T11:28:07.494+08:00turgid - in "PASH CAPSULE" sugar studio
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-26633558788829669202011-10-08T02:53:00.001+08:002011-10-21T11:21:39.906+08:00hey drafthey
its not even fucking January
but i smashed out
a million words already
planted them like little trees
in the ferocious dirt
like acacia acumulata
seedlings, hosts for
the sandalwood
deep and little more
than a bootlength apart
in the thick wet strings of mounds
or the depth of scalps
traversing paddock contours
green sticker swathe struttin
walkin on bones
but betting each other
on Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-59089474516310127922011-08-31T16:29:00.004+08:002011-09-01T00:17:56.028+08:00metaphrastic tendencies - DRAFTINGmetaphrastic tendencies
just woken up in a broken country
no new hope for those
without the funding
without the freedom
the paper nation
fearing a twisted invasion
locked up at the gatepost
those on busted boats are shunted
and pardon my metaphrastic tendencies
I'm dragging my knuckles
on the concrete trees
the neon beer-stains
the lime-flavoured holdensUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-88977774971981873022011-08-12T01:05:00.001+08:002011-08-12T01:07:03.950+08:00Performance poets announced for Fremantle Poets 3 - FREMANTLE PRESS8th July 2011 - Fremantle Press Poetry Publisher Georgia Richter announced the writers selected for Fremantle Poets 3: Performance Poets today.
Eleven Western Australian performance poets have been chosen for the collection which will be published in Fremantle Poetry Month in July 2012. They are: Allan Boyd (aka the antipoet), Jeremy Balius, Liana Joy Christensen, Gabrielle Everall, Amber Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-12841727846895107252011-08-11T02:39:00.005+08:002011-08-12T01:23:24.565+08:00over citythese brittle
endless
tree-bent streets
rubber to go
on lygon, on brunswick
are overloaded nozzles
bleed basic enamel ink
neon lambs to pita
to spray gutters
in suspicion red,
a white-lined black
and pine mulch
in stencil inversion
our tram evasion
speaks to
bitumen
whispers
at 3am
we
drift
in
merlotsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-27189910440805540542011-05-29T12:48:00.001+08:002011-07-24T19:34:23.520+08:00two new pieces - me and maitland - needs editLand cries out in pain shedding tears of blood for the young and old slainBones litter the ground like leavesChannelling each others panic we are,Wrecked on sweet jesus rhymes, pages on pagesUndone like shoes we stroll in jealous packs Sounds of gunshots and screams embedded in the earthMoans of the dying live on in the wind through the treesshe’s telling stories through the trunkseven sisters Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-55166535243675970862011-05-24T01:03:00.004+08:002011-05-24T01:08:22.402+08:00antipoet v enforcer may 28 perth poetry clubwww.perthpoetryclub.comUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-83472703084201743652011-04-07T11:57:00.004+08:002011-04-07T12:10:58.822+08:00RACK CARD POEMSFRONT: click to enlarge BACK: Click to enlargeWorking on a series of Rack Card sized poems. Just ordered 50 of these...(just noticed the spelling error...)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-1127697005418207652011-04-05T11:50:00.011+08:002011-04-09T11:17:29.253+08:00move move movestanding at these fabricatedconcrete mindsetstaking set shots at the blue blocbehind the helmetsbehind the shieldsbehind the barriersthey stand with tiny tearsat the corners of their eyesand realise thatdespite the tang of saltthis is good overtimethis is the real dealwhere the weeksof riot training kicks inwith these ferals to hitthese shitty dissidentsthese subversives at their bootsshouting Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-64882144824361940412011-04-04T13:12:00.016+08:002011-04-10T14:04:26.651+08:00DIGITAL POETRY - An IntroductionDIGITAL POETRYWhat is it?Simply put, Digital Poetry fuses text with technology; combines words with computers; marries poets with machines, to create new works. Digital Poetry is also referred to as e-poetry, electronic poetry or cyber poetry.Perhaps we could argue that in its most basic definition, any poetry or literature created using a computer program such as Word (or indeed any word Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-70234318400839361992011-04-02T01:37:00.007+08:002011-04-04T10:12:54.212+08:00moon facedbut while i have your attentioni thought i should quicklymention thatthere are thousands ofmums and dadsand childrenhidden in boxeson islands, in floodplainsand deserts, in suburbsand cyclone townsand asiois taking libertiesthieving realitiesin curtin they're rhymingevery other word with hurtand waiting waiting waitingyet on plasmas the shortscannot get much shorterlow-cut tops much lowerthan theUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-59638047171220220592011-03-08T09:41:00.003+08:002011-03-08T09:51:26.142+08:00sometimesunder these starsnext to youyr shoulder at my hipi must have been yr tonguethe violent salt of yr lipsthen my fingers impossibly deepas time stops beyond logicor science, and we chase historybefore it happens, my stubblescratching each thigheach shaven monument to usand we bleed each others bloodagain, this time higherthan the last timeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-17202423034359291032011-03-08T09:27:00.002+08:002011-03-08T09:40:50.101+08:00medicinei forget these days of hardhot reds, tasting youthen rolling thin sticks of wet tarmac splashesand the velvet cumin seed rushesor a bitter toast of us in the coastal soaknow we're building holes in each others breathtight-walkin branches of body-partseach limb lithe and taut, flexed in the sunlight sweatour turgid secrets spent, thrust deepand in the glass city of blisterswe've lost count of the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-50315718507801434412011-03-05T01:35:00.009+08:002011-03-08T02:05:28.595+08:00REVIEW - meet me at gethsemane - by Paul HarrisonHere's a quick look at my friend Paul's book:Hey, I'm privileged.Having heard Paul Harrison read his dark, witty and iconic poetry at slams, poetry-gigs, backyards, loungerooms and car-parks around Perth over the last few years (as well as over the phone, in txt messages and backseats of cars) - its almost impossible not to hear his rich voice, the thick Irish cadence - as I consume this Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-79590734855776242322011-03-05T01:12:00.004+08:002011-03-08T00:28:19.857+08:00middle city format - too stubborn to diethick summer sheets ride this middle-city tonight, beside churches sit tall crooked letters, those fat drops hit alsynite in smacks, i'm breathing deerfoofed. this cape-lilac wall. some sprayed easterly in gusts - our southern-tinted words, they state in typical command: dont change. a thing.speed smokin up king william, colonel light street-walk rush, its 4.57 for a 5pm show, tuxedo cat Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-3243108616818669602011-02-26T23:32:00.004+08:002011-02-26T23:47:06.996+08:00DRAFTadelaide stonein adelaide 9amfebruary shadowsin the accom hisrapid fire bacon spitsas coffee textures grip tongueswe talk, we demand attentionwe stress past, seek neoligismsin hash-brown salt narrativesa yellow food bonanzawithout a beefy grinwe're slicing each others' pink fleshas the heat pulls hard thick sheets, thin streetsin toorak gardens, no birdsingsbesides doves coo cooand if we were iggy pop we'd Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-59553268222398773092011-02-23T00:11:00.004+08:002011-02-23T17:05:53.689+08:00DRAFTstudio ninerat the edges of this boxthe acoustic whispersreach painted jarrah splintersstilli'm crouching deep heretrying to stay frostyin this fat bitter heatcovering my sectorin sonic waves as ifas ifi were a vainglorious chemical reactiona violent distortionof factof fictionfrom the ceiling, bleedingspitting, our melanin sharedin thick wet shafts, deeper than our skinat some point i canpotentially bend Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-51524880082532764822011-02-20T01:10:00.006+08:002011-02-20T01:52:07.161+08:00Rad El Aide thingsIn Adelaide on Sunday 27 Feb to do a little bit of stuff on the outer periphery of the extreme fringes of the Adelaide Fringe Festival.Gonna be on a panel entitled: "Activism Smells" as part of Format Festival's Academy of Words - at Format HQ on Peel St in Adelaide - 3pm-4pm (with Ryan Paine) FBook eventthen off to do a spot at the too stubborn to die paroxysm showcase. Showcase at Tuxedo Cat Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-83793787942842447732011-02-16T13:45:00.005+08:002011-02-16T18:37:55.667+08:00maitland v antipoetwalkawayi don't fit in lost lonely alienated disconected Where do I belong, I belong by her side but she is not here Just around the corner half way around the world 20hr plane flight FUCKFUCK these solid walls, massive rushes of pure painthis time our narrative face first into desert rockthis spinifex cuts exploding at my thighnaked again at sunrise, we're bursting for air choking on each othersUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-53263562955986158842011-02-02T00:19:00.009+08:002011-09-01T01:23:01.145+08:00borderlineim bored im bored im bored im bored
im bored im bored im borderline
and there's you
and this cigarette butt
bustop-gutter-headache
a trainstation carpark transaction
in a bleeding bitumen stumble
at the android head-rush collapse
then yr fingernail mosaic at our cab-rank
that push-bike skateboard crush in the grass
an intolerant haircut on footpaths
only this time more
doors closing
than Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852993.post-43726681864939011522011-01-21T00:05:00.004+08:002011-01-21T00:17:37.396+08:00spurtDRAFTyou're dangerous. sitting here. mouse in hand. smile thickens. wryness of breath. and you're bitter. timid, ripe and torn tonight. ripped hard like bustop paper. the breast of us in mourning as suns keep rising. tipping out buckets on concrete, snails drinking as if lusted. blades oiling against edges, the oxidisation kicks in. and we're in a car. fending off the undead. sitting in rapid bunches.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0