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'Demurely' by Chris Wallace-Crabbe

Chris Wallace-Crabbe
06 June 2018
Brunette or shocking white, these wallabies
have their own special nook nearby,
under that blackwood.
                                          Why ... More

'At Table' by Chris Wallace-Crabbe

Chris Wallace-Crabbe
06 June 2018

In memory of Graham Little

I scribble in cafes, which inspire
                  The forms in which I’m able:
Although invited, I‘ve declined
                  A pizza at ... More

'Heidi-Ho' by Chris Wallace-Crabbe

Chris Wallace-Crabbe
06 June 2018
Below great ears like galleon sails
hangs an off-grey trunk – odd word –
more than the puny dangling tail
marking this leatherjacket.
So much overcoat in our tropics, then?
But why is any creature as it is?
The ark’s gangplank must have been sturdy,
shipping creatures from those Turkish hil ... More

'Creature' by Chris Wallace-Crabbe

Chris Wallace-Crabbe
06 June 2018
All those hominids stood around to watch,
scratching their heads and hairy armpits.
So like them it was,
                                     well, sort of
but ever so ... More

'Nuages' by Chris Wallace-Crabbe

Chris Wallace-Crabbe
06 June 2018
Ah, the ever-lyrical, even if
stared into from a cabin up above:
snowy cloud-sonata which then
recedes into softness
with its airy iceberg flocks
can be the stuff of verse or
counterpoint, say, but can’t
feed serious fiction for
the yarnspinner has to eat
the heavy middle of our sand ... More

About Chris Wallace-Crabbe

Chris Wallace-Crabbe
06 June 2018

Chris Wallace-Crabbe AM is the author of more than twenty collections of poetry. His most recent books of verse include The Universe Looks Down (2005), and Telling a Hawk from a Handsaw (2008). He is Professor Emeritus in Culture and Communication at Melbourne University. Also a public speaker and commentator on the visual arts, he specialises in ... More

Chris Wallace-Crabbe reviews 'Dylan Thomas' by William Christie

Chris Wallace-Crabbe
02 March 2015

The legendary Dylan has now been dead for a century and his fumy glitter has probably faded a little. But then, how far do any poets these days really have glamour to show for themselves, no matter how hard they drink? Very few, in the Anglophone world at least: there’s nobody around like Wales’s roaring boy.

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'The Least Feigning', a new poem by Chris Wallace-Crabbe

Chris Wallace-Crabbe
29 April 2014

What you say
about poetry
could very well
be stone-
cold factual

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'Fairly Fine Tuned Schedule Wise', a new poem by Chris Wallace-Crabbe

Chris Wallace-Crabbe
27 August 2013

It’s the stale argument once again
of course, old verbal horse,
about that ethnic fairy land
and all the dark-brown banksia men

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Chris Wallace-Crabbe : 'Mute Poetry, Speaking Pictures'

Chris Wallace-Crabbe
28 April 2013

Simonides of Ceos is said to have declared that ‘Painting is mute poetry, poetry a speaking picture.’ All of us know something of what he means, about our thirst for information from the arts: and, if you like, our scrabbling for the visible within a text. One half of his mirrored pronouncement is verified by those people who, in an art museum, hurry to the cura ... More

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