Apr 19 2010

Clearly my wife needs to travel more…

Published by Tim Hamilton under Location,News

Because I'm always so well prepared, I bought a pen and notebook at the airport newsagent

New mini-moleskine notebook

…or I need to spend more time waiting for her to arrive from her travels. On Sunday Nicole, my wife, returned from Sydney after visiting the Sydney Vintage Fair. Being the nervous sort, I usually turn up to collect her from the airport far earlier than is necessary, preferring to be too early than too late.

In this instance, I was two and a half hours too early which then became three when her flight was delayed.

It’s National Poetry Month in the US and Robert Brewer has been attempting a Poem-A-Day challenge, publishing the results on his blog, Poetic Asides. Taking a look at the prompts he’s been posting, and armed with a large amount of time to kill, an internet accessible phone and a notebook, I had a shot at writing some poetry while I waited.

Total poems written to date in 2010: 2.
Total poems written in two hours:
5.

I can’t vouch for their quality. Yet. It’s five rough drafts, but I don’t recall ever being quite so productive in such a small amount of time. I’ll be posting them as they get a suitable amount of polish to them.

Reading:Infinite City” – Alex Skovron
Listening:
Ramona Was A Waitress” – Paul Dempsey

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Jan 13 2010

A Martian Observes A Photographer

Published by Tim Hamilton under News,Poetry

Hello and welcome to the first post of the new decade, I hope you had a lovely end-of-year festival and that you Melbournian readers didn’t suffer too horribly in the recent heat.

Thanks to Peter Bakowski and the marvellous poetry course her ran last year, my new year resolution last year to write at least one poem a month ended up somewhere close to 20! Thanks Peter!

So here is the first for this year, a Martian poem.

This species unique for
their Bowie coloured eyes
one for dark, one for light.
Shiny black carapace,
fragility increasing
as they mature and grow.
 
The human holds her charge
with reverence, stroking
and grooming its arcane
circular plumages.
 
It’s back pressed to her face
They observe, in ritual,
some distant mock-prey.
It clicks in excitement
with an explosion from
it’s bright eye, it’s dark eye
fluttering in response.
 
Satisfied, the human
shows the marsupial
nature of this creature;
returning it to a
black spongy pouch
around her neck before
they continue to stalk
more eye-catching quarry.

Reading:The collected poetry of Czeslaw Milosz
Listening:Legions (War)” – Zoë Keating

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Aug 28 2009

Success!!

Published by Tim Hamilton under News,Poetry,Zine

I’m pleased to announce that Concise Delight have selected three of my poems for publication in their inaugural issue!

Specifically two haiku and a recent rework of one of the first poems I wrote.

Check out the Concise Delight website. Looking forward to ordering a copy or three!

I’m in the same journal as Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz. Happy? Pleased? Thrilled? Am I what?

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Aug 19 2009

17 Syllables #7

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Another year, another winter train with a box of black pencils.

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Aug 17 2009

17 Syllables #6

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Tired, hypnotised by perfect circles stirred into my morning coffee.

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Aug 10 2009

17 Syllables #5

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Beside a silent stereo the speakers stand,
humming to themselves.

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Aug 07 2009

17 Syllables #4

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Friday afternoon carhorn shouts “What a magnificent traffic jam!”

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Aug 06 2009

17 Syllables #3

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Mad at itself, brooding Winter walks about in circles, muttering.

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Aug 05 2009

17 Syllables #2

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In the shopping mall microclimate, noticing a lack of kigo.

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Aug 04 2009

17 Syllables Long

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Like everyone else on the Hell Municipal Council road paving crew, my good intentions to work on my current homework project has been subverted by a bunch of other stuff. The most useful of the bunch though was joining ReadWritePoem, an online gathering place for poets.

Amongst the many discussion groups, I rediscovered one whose topic is the American Sentence. The term was coined by Allen Ginsburg and it takes it’s queue from the haiku and the Buddhist Heart Sutra. If I’m not mistaken, the Melbourne poet Myron Lysenko coined the term Rooku with similar intent. (Myron, if you are reading, please correct me if I’m wrong!)

Either way, I’ve joined the American Sentences been inspired by the group founder who tries to write at least one a day (I’ll be attempting the same here and maybe on my Twitter account as well).

On Joining American Sentences group:

The Antipodean wonders if his presence here subverts the form.

Yes, I know. Still, it’s a start.

Reading:The Last Night Of The Earth Poems” – Charles Bukowski
Listening:Podgrams (Series 1)” – Stephen Fry

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