'ticker', a poem from my latest book, In the Not-too-distant Present, available in paperback & ebook (PDF). The book will be launched on 2 December at the Taproom, Castlemaine.

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'ticker', a poem from my latest book, In the Not-too-distant Present, available in paperback & ebook (PDF). The book will be launched on 2 December at the Taproom, Castlemaine.
From the poem 'a final room', first published in Westerly and now included in my new book, In the Not-too-distant Present, available in paperback and ebook (PDF).
So here it is, finally: my third book of poems, In the Not-too-distant Present. Now available in paperback and ebook (PDF). Launch details coming soon. Thanks again to Jill Jones for the endorsement on the back cover. The cover image is by Erica Fischer. License: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/
Very happy to have a poem in the Australian Poetry Anthology 2024. Many thanks to guest editors Andy Jackson and Marcella Polain, and to all at Australian Poetry.
This year’s anthology showcases many poets who (like myself) live in regional Victoria. Great to read fresh work from friends, idols, and (to me at least) some intriguing new voices.
‘All speech is demand. Every demand is a demand for love.’ - Jacques Lacan
Here's my article on the sub-type of autism known as pathological demand avoidance (PDA) viewed from a Lacanian psychoanalytic perspective.
The article is intended for a general, non-specialist audience, & I've tried to steer clear of jargon & incomprehensibility. At times that's meant over-simplifying for the sake of clarity, but I hope it's a worthwhile trade-off.
It's taken over a year to pull this together, drawing upon the presentation I gave to the Lacan Circle of Australia last year, as well as the work of Leon Brenner, whose encouragement has been much appreciated.
Have you ever sought info about drugs from a chatbot like ChatGPT? This article considers the pros and cons of AI-generated content about dr
So I wrote a thing about using chatbots for drug-related/harm reduction queries.
One way of distinguishing the short prose poems of Dominique Hecq’s Endgame with No Ending from, say, flash fiction, would be to argue that
It was a joy to read and review Dominique Hecq's chapbook of prose poems, Endgame with No Ending.
The Comsat Angels - Peel Session 1981 1. Be Brave (0:07) 2. At Sea (4:02) 3. Eye Of The Lens (8:13) 4. Dark Parade (12:12)
a conversation with Tristram Oliver-Skuse
Recently I had a conversation about emotions with philosopher Tristram Oliver-Skuse. For me his philosophy is particularly close to home, in that he lives around the corner. 🤔
1. When I move in, the manager stands in my room. He says it’s important for me to be quiet. His gaze fixes on the wall, trying to appease w
Acute, confronting writing by Anna Jacobson.
As an autistic person, I’m suspicious of the term ‘neurotypical’, in the same way that I don’t see ‘normal’ as a helpful category.
"As an autistic person, I’m suspicious of the term ‘neurotypical’, in the same way that I don’t see ‘normal’ as a helpful category for understanding differences between humans, their mental life, and the ways in which they experience and act in the world."
Like everyone
I do what I can. With my silences and the rest. With my animal fears. With my childish cries that no longer overflow. I do what I can. In this little bath of cruelty and light. In bursts of sugar and lies. In delicacy. In time’s violence that tramples our dreams. In our precious little wading. One morning after another. One omission after another. One word upon the next. I do what everyone else does. With the sky and without the gods. - My translation of a prose poem (below) from Bleu de travail (‘Overalls’/’Working Blues’) by Thomas Vinau.