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got up off the couch and immediately the room cleared of its winged creatures flapping in-time to an abdominal exercise machine on the glowing box,…
Samuel Wagan Watson was born in Brisbane in 1972, of Irish, German and Aboriginal (Bundjalung and Birri Gubba) ancestory. He has been a salesman, public relations officer, fraud investigator, graphic artist, labourer, law clerk, film industry technician and an actor. He is currently a project officer in the Strategic Policy and Research Unit of Arts Queensland. Watson’s first collection, Of muse, meandering and midnight (1999) won the David Unaipon Award for Emerging Indigenous Writers. His subsequent collections are Itinerant Blues (2001) and Hotel Bone (2001). He is also co-author of the award-winning website blackfellas, whitefellas, wetlands, commissioned by the Brisbane City Council.)
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For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return. — Leonardo da Vinci An hourglass…
"The call of the strange bird is heard on the pipe of the breathing floor; so high will become the bushels of wheat that man will cannibalise his fellow man . . ."…
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dropping a knife on one's foot is nothing like dropping tequilla…
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For Anthony Lawrence A large gray jumped, what I can only imagine is a dingo fence last night and made it at least 5 feet off the ground, under a full moon a million miles away, gr…
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you'd never forget the pelicans because it was their home too and that occasional one who'd try and swallow your baited hook while we cast out into an endless mould of brown and bl…
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Fire-engine flash of fox pelt And a plume of tail Fluffy . . . like some oil-well ablaze on a Gulf War postcard And from the body…
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it comes to that morning when finally you realise: it's all going to collapse there is a conclusion that's yet to be seen…
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He had L O V E tattooed across his clenched right fist, followed by P O E M, etched in a vagabond's quill, across the other LOVE POEM. And with these fists coming at you in unison,…
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Midnight's boxer He has become That the ghosts from the ‘tents' of long-ago pay homage Memories that fill a boarding-house room, Busted knuckles soothed endlessly with goanna oil…
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I can't speak my grandmother's tongue and I've never been on my grandfather's land, I've travelled here and I've travelled there, my culture replicated in government-funded laborat…
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die spätschicht bricht aus; griechische jungs in 4-zylinder turbos öffnen die hintergassen der asphaltlinien für mäuse gebaut…
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"the journey IS the destination" a quote from a great traveller Brisbane is a small city, but that's OK . . . 'cause I don't need much room to move . . . My domain is on the south-…
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I remember construction cranes like herds of frozen praying-mantis, high on the steamy Bjelke-Petersen plateau above a brown snake-coiled river. It was from this view, at the age o…
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Er hatte raue hände straßenhände schwarze hände hände…
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