Published in Overland Issue 236 Spring 2019 · Uncategorized Curtal Sonnet Stuart Barnes ENTRIP does not contain any safe benefits. It is not approved for use in hives of aggro child -ren. Yellow tongue, nose-bruising, swelling of the eyes are highly likely; the usual seizures, fevers, fits. A tall glass of Parkinson’s, a psychiatrist’s overactive mouth are mild -er. Forget blue, yellow, brown—one size fits all. Feeling violent, heartless? Grip pharmacists’ hallucinations, swallow doctors’ chests. Wild ’s the divided dose times three. How else can we characterise unhealing. EN(JOY THIS )TRIP, EN(JOY THIS )TRIP (& it is a trip) —reflux the highs. note: ‘Curtal Sonnet’ remixes some of the text from ENTRIP’s CMI & samples S’Express’ ‘Theme from S’Express’ Read the rest of Overland 236 If you liked this poem, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four brilliant issues for a year Stuart Barnes Stuart Barnes is the author of Glasshouses (UQP 2016), which won the Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize, was commended for the Anne Elder Award and shortlisted for the Mary Gilmore Award. Twitter/Instagram: @StuartABarnes More by Stuart Barnes › 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 2 29 May 202629 May 2026 · Politics Zionism in real-time: insights from the Royal Commission on Antisemitism and Social Cohesion Nick Riemer While the Royal Commission sits, Israel continues to murder and starve Gazans as they try somehow to survive. Since the genocide is, indisputably, the necessary overarching context for a discussion of antisemitism in Australia at the present moment, it is perverse that the Commission has refused to hear from the Palestine solidarity movement. 27 May 2026 · Reviews Losing our sense of struggle: Fiona Wright’s Kill Your Boomers May Ngo The precarity described in Kill Your Boomers feels mitigated — more existential than material. It’s the precarity of being lost in your life, rather than the threat of having to sleep out on the streets.
