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Photographs,occasional jottings on poetry & visual culture, local oddities and the weather.
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- yesterday and tomorrow
- Ian Friend
- fame
- fortune cookie
- Mountains and Rivers Without End
- political quote of the week
- tuesday or thursday
- Bring Back W E Henley
- Chanctonbury Ring
- Ern Malley
- Brighton
- postcolonial identities
- cigarettes in the snow
- Provincialism
- Crossing the Line at The Leather Exchange
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Other blogs
- Angela Gardner
- Australian Poetry Review - Martin Duwell
- Big Bridge
- Cassie Lewis
- Collected Works - Kris Hemensley
- Cordite
- Electronic Poetry Center (Buffalo)
- foam:e
- Great Works
- Intercapillary Space
- Jacket
- Jacket2
- Junction Box
- Locus Solus
- Mark Young
- Martha & Basil King
- Martin Edmond
- Mascara
- Michael Peverett
- New Zealand Electronic Poetry Centre
- Otoliths
- Overland
- Pam Brown - The Deletions
- Plumwood Mountain
- Puncher & Wattmann
- Reality Street Editions
- Rob McLennan
- Rochford Street Review
- Shearsman Books
- Southerly
- Susan Schultz
- Sydney Review of Books
- Tears in the Fence
- The Coalcliff Days
- The Fortnightly Review
- University of Queensland Press
1 comment:
The line was from Paul Evans' poem 'Brightoniana' (which appears in the posthumous volume of memories and praises, The Empty Hill): 'The sea was tilted, I could almost touch it, leaning from my bench'.
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