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States of Poetry New South Wales - Series One

Series One of the New South Wales  States of Poetry anthology is edited by Elizabeth Allen and features poetry by poems by Susie Anderson, Pam Brown, Toby Fitch, David Malouf, Kate Middleton, and Fiona Wright. Read Elizabeth Allen's introduction to the anthology here.

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Custom Article Title: States of Poetry - New South Wales | 'egress' by Susie Anderson

someone is leaving a plane and feeling the city wrap around them again. the atmosphere, it is always heavy around here. what that means is that it's humid. within the person there is an internal battle, then there is a decision, then there is action. while the consequences of the action play out, crickets play and not even in the background. the sound rises and all of a sudden it feels like they are all around. but they are nowhere to be seen, so it is terrifying as well. something invisible can be so consuming. yes, the atmosphere is still heavy here. the person who leaves the airport had no one to meet them and was going to get the airport train but figured a taxi wouldn't be so much more expensive than the train fare. it was probably about two dollars more. this is the kind of person who has to wait to run errands that would be easier with a car because she doesn't have one herself. they wait until a friend with a car has a weekend free. this is the kind of person who leaves their phone at home and goes to dinner with only a book. they like to walk home through back streets to explore the city, stop to pat friendly cats for a little while and dawdle all the way back because it is always good to go a bit slower. the noise of the crickets, the absence of a breeze wrapping around all the time make this giant place seem smaller.

 

Susie Anderson


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Custom Article Title: States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'Ascriptions' by Pam Brown

I love the whole world
          she said,
  without sounding
   corporate

           (Agnes Martin
                          said it)

I love arctic phlox
   but
     have never seen it

                      *

a bit 'light'
on equipment –
        a T-square
        & a tape measure

      might need extra
                   for researching

                to avoid
              grains of salt

                         *

(an ascription)
               Agnes Martin
               was a lesbian

tho
she often
denied it

                  wonder
                  how her lovers
                  took that?

             *

&, now,
a new question

               it's
               for Moe Tucker

(Velvets drummer)

why why
      the Tea Party?

furious
about the way
we're being led
towards socialism

                    (Moe Tucker
                               said it)

no no no Moe
'we're' not
       &
       that's the trouble

politics though
can happen
       ominously,
with what
between
       the rich & the socialites
       & technology

           couldn't play
            a perfect roll
for a million dollars

moody

cymbals
never mattered

                      *

Agnes Martin,
              had she lived
              long long long,
 might have been
      Tea Party

her capable paintings
put me
to sleep
            (reproduction only)

making a map
      of hints
      & clues

you'll never know
    what
abstraction
    is
          unless
          you ask
          the women

                 *

I dream another grid

 

Pam Brown

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Custom Article Title: States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'small town apocalypse' by Susie Anderson

she used to walk out to the road at the end of town, put her arms and legs up to the sky and stretch out to reach all of the stars. the next summer it seemed like she would never have the chance to do it again, because of the locusts. everywhere in the town there were dead locusts covering the roads. locusts met their deaths on windscreens of cars and meshed inextricably into the grates of the trucks on the highway. the people in town stayed indoors most of the time because you could not go outside without breathing in or stepping on a locust. elderly people raised their eyebrows at the young as if they were receiving their penance. the middle-aged accepted the locusts as another weary feature of their lives. the young checked the weather on their phones and knew there was a 80% chance a rain storm would come and wash the locust carcasses away by next thursday.

 

Susie Anderson


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Custom Article Title: States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'minimum spend' by Susie Anderson

at the patisserie the waitresses speak in French to each other while they slowly put in your coffee order. they do not seem rushed and their dialogue makes the experience seem authentic. I did not have cash and asked if they had a minimum on card. it was $10 and I had to add a chocolate truffle to my order to meet the price. I laughed to deflect attention from getting chocolate in the morning and said it would be my afternoon snack. I was lying. I planned to eat it well before lunch on the way back to my building so no one I work with would know. on my way back I realised that no one actually speaks to each other at the office. so I could eat what I want or sit and write the whole experience down in my notebook at my desk and no one would notice.

 

Susie Anderson


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Custom Article Title: States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'the bus' by Susie Anderson

I am always on the edge of being careless. if I am leaving a table at a bar, for example, people always remind me to pick up my phone or my wallet as opposed to forgetting it. it is kind that people care to remind me. leaving the bus I didn't have enough time to do my checklist, which involves locating important items like my Opal card, wallet and phone. after I got off I knew I didn't have my Opal card. I looked fervently through all my bags anyway. I took out my wallet and my phone and my diary and shook my books by the spine to loosen the pages. my efforts only revealed a lack. it's an old habit to cling and lament things that are lost, but I suspect that habit also drove off on the bus along Military road. I am surprised at my ability of letting go.

 

Susie Anderson


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