An Elegy Carnival Red our brittle carapace charges eightlanes wide of Platzgeist Square,                 its on-board horn ejaculating in long formant wavefronts — a slur! Galvanised in canned entropic automation Crude, snorting obsolete injectables deep in the spider-fucking hours                 of cardboard cups and gluey eyes,                 we ride! To the degenerate hum of auxless shock jocks’ purple […]

This morning the veil the morning threw the yawning dark was pale-flower white and had my eyeballs in its breakfast milk.

Considered alongside Robert Harris’ selected works, this collection lays bare the enormous gulf we’ve crossed in the years between them apropos of the birth and rapid proliferation of the internet (‘Apropos of nothing I … / just got woke from an internet coma’) and all the everything that comes with it: data clouds, screaming memes, twenty-four-hour mainline newsfeeds, data profiles that outlive their hosts and so on.

Because there’s a lawlessness online, and because there are cowboys, the idea of a digital frontier seems to be the one down-to-earth internet metaphor that just about functions.

the momento mori of a drowned world       is untold inside out umbrellas, a plague of logo-spangled spider bones

Under the aegis of Natalie Kestecher and Claudia Taranto, I wrote, voiced and co-produced four short monologues for PocketDocs, three of which might never see the light of day now that this brilliant, diverse, challenging, moving show has been poleaxed. As a freelancer writing for PocketDocs I received a level of support and creative freedom unrivalled by any Australian publication I have had the privilege of writing for.

Casual [Kazh-ooh-uh l]; adjective 1. From the Latin cadere, meaning fall. As in: the employer had a casual Attitude to ladder safety. As in:

We shake off the engine echo, dopplering Over cliffs and shoals of glossy cloud Where fly-suited radicals uplift From wild Kombis to the hydrosphere