After the Herculean task that is preparing for and sitting an Ancient Greek exam, my normal life seems easy and plain. But I am at last able to turn to other interests, things like tumblr, pieces of silver, marshmallows, and Brian...
I was looking at the 1801 edition of Wordsworth’s Lyrical Ballads in the Australian National Library the other day and was amused to find it heavily annotated by Alaric Alexander Watts, the English poet from the 19th century with whom I...
this splinter of time we like microbes inhabit is all over in the striking of a match a green spark flaring to yellow and red and white one renegade tongue out against the wind likes to start a bushfire – but...
Inchiki is unlikely to speak about his numerous awards and recognitions but i think i should advertise them here, if only to provide a little assurance to that visitor who feels any whisker of doubt about the merit of the poems...
I have done some work looking around the market, and have arrived at a price tag for my poetry. I am not normally a commercial poet, but have decided to open the front door of my mind to those who wish...
I was reading Russell’s essay on scepticism recently, which was written in 1928 between the wars. He is fearful of the irrationality of the general populace – and quotes the following scene: “In 1919 I saw The Trojan Women acted at...
i saw that strange couple on a tram again today. They were still discussing philosophy. “the theory of all possible worlds being actual concrete worlds is just fantastic. I mean, i don’t personally find this a challenge to my conception of...
Spoke to a philosopher yesterday, a man with a quiet almost shy voice.. long pauses to think. I liked that. He’s trying to bring scientists and philosophers together – no easy feat. A lot of distrust on both sides he says....
Overheard when i was on a tram the other day, a man with no hair but tattoos all over his body talking to a short girl in a bowler hat and torn jeans: “I have a philosophical idea that i’d like...
a flarf poet aims to say nothing at all yet be understood this poet always fails the celebration of successful old poets is famous evening dinner gown svilver pantaloon goblet of glistening crescendo stiletto dagger in the open mic air flarf...
