Published in Overland Issue 206 Autumn 2012 · Uncategorized My Hounds Corey Wakeling My hounds will never find me, even with the cracks in the tabula rasa. They, after all, have the lyrebird to discover. It will be the Yarra today and for all of tomorrow, though the hawthorn has otherwise captivated my love, though no passage seems to proceed thence. I wasn’t born here and so the Yarra is brown and glossy. The statuary province including Charles George Gordon might bear a basking irrelevance but our hats betray our vagrancy by the Yarra. We sit awhile. The hounds will never find me, my hounds or otherwise, the Yarra yellowing like a similarly withering dandelion overshadowed by the best red gum. She takes pictures of canoes and freshmen, is otherwise captivated by the hawthorn. Princes Bridge outlines the prevailing picture of surveillance and skullcaps, providing the lectern and rostrum to a city proscenium. What emptiness! Still absent. It must be the wigs and the gathered yokes and the black coats the hounds are in thrall of, then. Corey Wakeling Corey Wakeling is a poet and critic living in Takarazuka, Japan. His second full-length collection of poems is The Alarming Conservatory (Giramondo, 2018). More by Corey Wakeling › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 24 April 2024 · History Anzac Day and the half-remembered history of the Anzacs in Palestine Bill Abrahams and Lucy Honan Schools are deliberate targets for government-funded mystification about Australia’s role in wars. Such instances of official remembrance crowd out the realities of war, and the consequences of Australia’s role in imperialism. As teachers, we should strive to resist this, and we should introduce our students to a fuller understanding of the history of the Anzacs. 22 April 2024 · Gaming Game-death in infinite game-worlds: Darkest Dungeon 2 Josie/Jocelyn Suzanne Death is the ultimate stamp of value. It was invented to sell arcade-like 1 Up repetition to the home market. To read politics in videogames is to learn to read necropolitically, which is why gamers don’t like politics.