Cameron Lowe was born in Geelong and grew up in the coastal town of Ocean Grove. His two book-length collections of poetry are Porch Music (Whitmore Press, 2010) and Circle Work (Puncher & Wattmann, 2013). A new collection, Blink, is forthcoming in 2016. He lives in Geelong.
'The gestures of delight are her delight.'Notate October's last hurrah.'Dear Cameron, You have an undigestedJohn Forbes influence,' wrote Gig, a decade past.Digest, instead, the dusk –2P –>
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raven's eye, white sails, a barking dog.Little Suzu ... (read more)
The carpet could be cleaner –so could the world.There's too much cayennein the soup.The grand abstractionis one approachto the poem, I guess –so too the eyeof the flea.I can't even tastethe vegetables.And love?Mosquitoes are circlingthe light globe –Norma, dead nowa month. Andafter we cast the lilies,Anne said: 'there'sroom enough in therefor all of us' –
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The sound of shovels scrapinggravel, voices
of men – the night'sheat
clinging still –
Awake to this, orswimming
yet in sleepyou mumble –
A fly
is walkingon your forehead
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'Ten thousand women and I &nbs ... (read more)
The particulars of the evening being, whether consciously evoked or – 'a great shemozzle' as Kent said – merely one day washing over and into the depths &nbs ... (read more)
