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Monday, March 31, 2014
Friday, October 22, 2010
How to be Hungry mainly features poems I’ve written since 2006, based around the theme of desire in its various forms.
You can order it online by following this link: http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/how-to-be-hungry/13213146
On that page you can also read the blurb, or download a preview, which includes the front and back cover and a short selection of poems from the book.
The cost of the book is $15, plus delivery. The delivery charge within Australia is currently $7.99 (check the site for delivery costs to other countries). Alternatively you can download the PDF file for $6. Note that Lulu is a US site, and these prices are in US dollars.
At this stage the book is not stocked in any bookshops. It may yet find its way into the odd specialist bookshop, but don’t expect to find it in your local Dymocks or Borders!
I expect I will have a launch in Melbourne at some stage (TBA).
Please feel free to spread the word to anyone you think might be interested.
I hope you enjoy the book. Putting it together has been … well … an odyssey!
* Note to editors of magazines/websites, etc: please let me know if you’re interested in reviewing the book, and would like to receive a review copy.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Friday, October 08, 2010
(a snap of reality)
feel the felt for sympathy
behind the table a mirror
shows an older self
shows remnants of youth
______in sallow eyes
obama on the live cross
declares, “at stake now is not
just our ability to solve this
problem but our ability
to solve any problem”,
though the tv is mute
to ears that cannot hear
balls lay scattered
as a past
________the 8 is
of manufactured angst
infusions of urinal cakes
prompt the next move
“every hour is…
drunk on words
Sunday, July 18, 2010
there is much to keep silent about
that serial mic-in-mouth dream:
hardbodies mass,your book-smarts
amount to nothing
the morning mopes,
hardly good smoking weather
a status bar wormscross-screen
to little purpose
eaten off a mirror
fast-acting capslows the room
you practise rolling dice
but there’s no
need to undress
that billboard girl
(she only ever loves a warrior)
Note: This poem begins and ends with lines ('there is much to keep silent about' and 'she only ever loves a warrior') from Nietzsche's On the Genealogy of Morals (translated by Douglas Smith, Oxford University Press, 1997).
Below: image by Maureen Flynn-Burhoe
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Friday, April 02, 2010
Edited by Ivy Alvarez, Zombie 2.0 "features forty new poems by the undead including Gareth Jenkins, Derek Rawson, Jane Jervis-Read, Ashley Capes, Arlene Ang and Valerie Fox, Grant Balfour, Jen Jewel Brown, Nigel Holt, Jayne Pupek, suzanne jones, Tricia Dearborn, Fiona Wright, Mathew Abbott, Emilie Zoey Baker, Christine Swint, Michael Farrell, Lara Williams, Duncan Hose, Esther Johnson, Cameron Fuller, David Stavanger, Fleur Beaupert, Barbara De Franceschi, Sam Twyford-Moore, Janine Whyte, Scott Thouard, Sage Leslie, Jen Arthur and Gregory Horne. Not to mention feature articles, illustrations and audio."
What I've read so far has been very cool.
I put together a couple of things for the issue which didn't make the cut, but I thought they were worth sharing here. See the last two posts, 'slippages / undead' and 'Night of the Living Dead (Abject remix)'.
of how things stand:
butcher’s window display,
blood residue on pseudo-grass
bystander effect: knowing only
the known body, warding spells,
the craven info
the skin is not
on the map, acts like
it doesn’t want to be here
the portable ghost-head
camouflage for dread:
rare pills (small gods)
behind the shield-wall
the forced door, systems
breached, direct sun
upon a data crypt
scared to show the volume
you carry (some sacred relic),
you will nest it in your hands
Image: 'Dead Undead' by skippytpe (click to enlarge).
how best to be dead?
glowing through night
______, family homes
as taboos devour a
_______-man of simulated
you have to laugh
_______-at veiled instincts
, moot TV killing
, the lack of real options
_____in a cemetery spillage
Process Notes: This is a remix I did of my poem Night of the Living Dead. I pasted the text of the original poem into Wordle, then relied solely on words used in the original to construct the remix. Just a bit of fun really.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
foam:e issue 7 is now live. This issue, edited by Louise Waller, features poems by Michael Aiken, Stuart Barnes, Hugh Behm-Steinberg, Iain Britton, Chris Brown, Sam Byfield, Julie Chevalier, Jennifer Chrystie, Stuart Cooke, Mark Cunningham, Alison Eastley, Angela Gardner, Patrick Green, Stu Hatton, Matt Hetherington, Jill Jones, Peycho Kanev, KJ, Natalie Knight, Kent MacCarter, Clyde McGill, Siofra McSherry, Adam Moorad, Kristine Ong Muslim, Jal Nicholl, Mark O'Flynn, Sergio Ortiz, Lyn Reeves, Ian Seed, Nathan Shepherdson, Paul Squires, Yassen Vasilev, Vlanes, Les Wicks, Jena Woodhouse, Enda Coyle-Green, Cherry Smyth and Enda Wyley, plus reviews by Derek Motion and Angela Gardner.
what’s said offair re
dud pills you’re not
who they pay you to
be hushing undertow
of riffage tho on alert
for nonimitations as if
deviants make the best
you be any more uni
formed & those prods
sting real bad mate
just ask the casual
ties those cartoon
wackies never out
grown a tad under
dressed for a funeral
the poster boys of neo
tony can only bet on
walkovers tribes of
less polite hosts &
re spraypainting the
18th jed the greens
keeper says he really
has no other option
Notes: neotony is “the retention, by adults in a species, of traits previously seen only in juveniles” (from Wikipedia).
The greens of golf courses are sometimes spray-painted with ‘turf colourants’. This practice has been observed in Australia.
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
racked balls break over
as feet for the shot
behind the table a mirror
that no longer works &
obama on the live cross
declares, “at stake now is not
just our ability to solve this
problem but our ability
to solve any problem”,
though the tv’s on mute
beer threatening to strand us
beyond such misery
(scotch is a promise)
________going for the
8-ball suicide mission
wading this quadruple
vision cannot be
video juke entertains:
"Why poetry? Its materials are so constant, simple, elusive, specific. It costs so little and so much. It preoccupies a life, yet can only find one in living."
Friday, March 05, 2010
A last-minute gig alert... this one came out of the blue.
This Tuesday (the 9th of March) I'll be featuring along with Lisa Gorton at Watsonia Library. 7pm for 7.30pm start (or thereabouts).
I expect to read for about 10-15 minutes, mainly material from my manuscript How to be Hungry, probably including two or three poems which I've never performed before.
Would be great to see you there...
“lucky at cards?” (he laughed
(as if it were simply a matter
of overcoming superstition (yet
he believed (he held)
a poorly constructed hand (&
had a ‘feeling for
the measure of things’ (doesn’t
know now what he knew
as of now, every card
Below: 'The Jokers of the Pack' (click image to enlarge) by incurable_hippie.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Folks, I've now changed the URL (i.e. the address) of this blog to www.stuhatton.net
The old address (wordyness.blogspot.com) will redirect to the new address.
Still, you might like to update your bookmark/blogroll/etc.
I'm currently testing out the feed settings. Everything appears to be functioning as normal, but please let me know if you experience any problems.
Monday, March 01, 2010
This Friday I'll be heading along to the monthly reading at Caffe Sospeso. I enjoyed the last installment, which featured David Gilbey and Randall Stephens, plus there was plenty of quality in the open mic. This Friday features Derek Motion versus Nathan Curnow; the theme is domestic rock 'n' roll. Hmmm... if I read in the open mic I might have to tweak that to 'undomesticated' rock 'n' roll. Maybe.
I also went to see Matt Hetherington's feature at the Dan a few weeks ago. Great stuff from Matt... a really diverse set... at times enigmatic, often hilarious... unexpected, vivid... showing no fear of honesty.
Something I couldn't make it to, unfortunately, was the Melbourne launch of Out of the Box: Contemporary Australian Gay and Lesbian Poets, edited by Michael Farrell and Jill Jones. It's a brilliant anthology - highly recommended.
Looking ahead... on Saturday March 13 I'll be at the Format Festival in Adelaide, featuring on a panel re: non-paper publishing as part of the 'Academy of Words'. Chances are I'll be talking about blogs and the online publication of poetry, and the discussion may also swerve into spoken word as a form of publishing.
And one to put in the diary: on Wednesday April 14 (6-8pm) I'll be at Readings Carlton for the launch of Miscellaneous Voices: Australian Blog Writing, which is to be published by Miscellaneous Press. This anthology, edited by Karen Andrews, will feature work by "James Bradley, Lisa Dempster, Angela Meyer, Jennifer Mills, A. S. Patric, Penni Russon, and many others." I'm one of the many others: my poem 'café date' will be in there, and I'll be giving a reading of it at the launch.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
a drift to war
for the intel)
as gloved insult?
reading a dictionary
begin to doubt
your presence in the house
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The Health issue of qarrtsiluni (edited by Susan Elbe and Kelly Madigan Erlandson) is gradually taking shape. Poems, prose, images and collaborations will continue to be added through to April.
My remix of Nathan Moore's 'Sharps' is now visible, along with a link to the original poem. Plus you can listen to streaming audio of my reading of the remix. Once again, cheers to Chris Andrews for helping out with the recording of that. To the best of my knowledge, all poems/prose pieces in the issue will be accompanied by audio, which is very cool.
For all you trainspotters, composition notes and more info about the remix can be read here.
I have to say that for me, qarrtsiluni is one of the best, and most innovative, online literary magazines out there, so it's a real buzz to be included. Thanks to all the qarrtsiluni editors. Most of all, thanks to Nathan, whose poem was (and remains) an inspiration.
Monday, February 08, 2010
"One of the motives for being an artist is to recreate a condition where you're actually out of your depth, where you're uncertain, no longer controlling yourself, yet you're generating something, like surfing as opposed to digging a tunnel. Tunnel-digging activity is necessary, but what artists like, if they still like what they're doing, is the surfing."
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Monday, February 01, 2010
I recommend checking out the latest edition of Mark Young's Otoliths, which features work by Thomas Fink, Satu Kaikkonen, Nate Pritts, Jane A. Lewty, Craig Foltz, Michael Basinski, Stephen C. Middleton, Márton Koppány, Arpine Konyalian Grenier, Raymond Farr, Jeff Crouch & Sheila E. Murphy, Joel Chace, Caleb Puckett, Philip Byron Oakes, Ed Baker, Tom Beckett interviewing William Allegrezza, William Allegrezza, dan raphael, Alyson Torns, Jeff Harrison, Grzegorz Wróblewski, Michele Leggott, PD Mallamo, Ray Craig, Mark Cunningham, Cecelia Chapman, David-Baptiste Chirot, Vernon Frazer, Helen White & Jeff Crouch, James Yeary, Robert Lee Brewer, Michael Brandonisio, J. D. Nelson, Scott Metz, Geof Huth, Corey Wakeling, John M. Bennett & Thomas M. Cassidy, Sheila E. Murphy & John M. Bennett, John M. Bennett, Rebecca Mertz, Felino Soriano, Cath Vidler, David Wolach, Carlyle Baker, Stu Hatton, Jenny Enochsson, Robert Gauldie, Rebecca Eddy, Joe Balaz, Bobbi Lurie, Andrew Topel & Márton Koppány, Hugh Tribbey, John Martone, J. Gordon Faylor, Evan Harrison, A. J. Patrick Liszkiewicz, Bob Heman, Guillermo Castro, & sean burn.
Four of my 'Sevens' are in there. I just posted the latest Seven below.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
working backwards from
(no matter how dumped
some through-thought will arrive
a shuttle/shifter, e.g.:
‘let’s go somewhere
crowded, I feel
like a lot of people’
drop through the city
‘nothing I would
or would not change’
in this weave/fabric
Below: 'Fate of Zero'; computer-graphical study by Georg-Johan Lay (click image to enlarge).
My review of Richard Wink's collection Dead End Road is now online over at Sein und Werden.
This is the first poetry collection I've reviewed for a journal, and I hope to do more of this kind of thing in the future.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
"The modest domestic circumstances of Tolstoy, the lack of comfort in Rodin's rooms - it all points to the same thing: that one must make up one's mind: either this or that. Either happiness or art. On doit trouver le bonheur dans son art [one must find happiness in one's art]: that too, more or less, is what Rodin said. And it is all so clear, so clear. The great artists have all let their lives become overgrown like an old path and have borne everything in their art. Their lives have become atrophied, like an organ they no longer use."
Monday, January 04, 2010
__the girl with the abstract hair
prepped for the brushoff
___she drags the sentence
____through his teeth
‘don’t get salty about it’
___‘who’s the friend with benefits?’
_______-she opting not to compute
_________(desire her all you like,)
Monday, December 21, 2009
(after Jack Spicer)
the river is lost
the flowers dry
shards of cold glass in the bed
for which you are now too tall
the brown bird in the tree
is made of paper
the tree is made of paper
and green glass
another insufficient song
slips under the earth
here where you are sleeping
___red sun___pinks the hills
_-out the passenger window__winery country
____-signposted gourmet tours
columns of vapour_-rising_-over pools
_-& the Swan too_-as we bridge over it
this early_-only airport traffic
___rows of dormant yellow earthmovers
___________bobcats for hire
these lives we will never lead
____-laid out dead before us
Below: NASA satellite image of the Swan River, Western Australia (click on image to enlarge)
Thursday, December 17, 2009
"She [Gertrude Stein] says it is a good thing to have no sense of how it is done in the things that amuse you. You should have one absorbing occupation and as for the other things in life for full enjoyment you should only contemplate results. In this way you are bound to feel more about it than those who know a little of how it is done.
"She is passionately addicted to what the french call métier and contends that one can only have one métier as one can only have one language. Her métier is writing and her language is english."
Below: Picasso's portrait of Stein.
Monday, December 07, 2009
(for Kat / props to Laurent Garnier)
techno is a virus throbbing
______munt-fodder glob stacker
_____tractions bluffer venom jugger
____null compressor den richter
___scales disturbor bots nicer
__loosed repeater stunblaster iris
_airlocks flooded spectrum gridshifts
glasstooth grinder misfitter stealth
_exhibit unexpected spectre pulse-flare
__omicron-wasp fluid accelerator blissed-on
___spitter madcap courtships culted brink
____cursives the roid belt unelected void
_____shapers strewn planetfall peak icebreak
______nano-roboscopic lifter phantasma
_______grabby bloater carbonate blunted
________mined dark-end quicksilver bloodline
_________spewer cloned samsara salad flak
Sunday, November 29, 2009
"Thought, which science has expelled from its place at the top of the spiral of evolution, reappears at the bottom of it: the physical structure of atoms and their particles is a mathematical structure, a relation. What is equally extraordinary is that this structure can be reduced to a system of signs - and is therefore a language. The power of speech is a particular manifestation of natural communication; human language is one more dialect in the linguistic system of the universe. We might add: the cosmos is a language of languages."
On Saturday the 21st I took part in heat 2 of the Melbourne Believer Slam at Westgate Baptist Centre in Yarraville.
A welcoming ceremony was performed by Aboriginal elder Reg Blow. His didge playing was awe-inspiring, and the ceremony created an atmosphere of solidarity amongst the participants, rather than competitiveness.
I'd never read poems in a church before. I'm not too fond of having to follow a bunch of rules when performing (it can throw me off in terms of focus), but the poems I read ('For Edwin' and 'Vipassana') were well-received, I thought. And I could understand why the rules had to be in place, given the context and audience.
Aside from religious/spiritual poetry, there were some great protest poems performed on the night, including the most powerful Hurricane Katrina poem I've heard. There were plenty of laughs to be had too though, which is pretty much guaranteed when you have the likes of Ezra Bix, Amanda le Bas de Plumentot and Cameron Semmons gracing the stage.
Thanks to Geoff Fox for inviting me along - I had a great night.
On Friday the 27th I was at the launch of Unusual Work #8. As ever, there was a bit of everything... poetry was the driving force, but UW launches are unpredictable, mixed-media affairs. I read 'free of the fear of freedom' (extended performance remix) and 'Found Poem #3' - the latter is featured in UW #8. Anna Fern & co were terrific... loved her haiku double act with Maurice Mcnamara... and Sean O'Callaghan's videopoems (with live delivery) just keep getting more and more mindblowing.
Track down a copy of UW if you haven't already - it's available from Polyester, Readings Carlton, and other non-shit bookstores.
Thanks to TTO for organising another off-the-wall launch, and for allowing me to be part of it.
___meditation w/ hangover
___smoking the dead
___melted in wine
(it lands as
now look yourself up:
words asleep, time-
___waste / narrowcast
a woman knocks, her
___body a shop
you’re eating &
___sleeping off cellburst
Thursday, November 26, 2009
(Kristen Bissaillon's remix of 'scratches', as part of our remix exchange.)
‘Burb a vicious experiment. Tentative tenements in the crossword. Garage and grocery doors snub birdsong, as if a separate species of closure.
One politic line bleeds into the next. Nobody arrives in the narrative, receives the inevitable, takes endearment right in the kisser.
One monkish audience bleeds into the next (shy collectors, sniped upskirt). The anonymous branch turns to speak.
Vaseline version of self. Airbrush a vacuum; nature has an opinion. Bitten cheek desires to drink.
Congeal, collide, pass in the night. Some structure has been imposed. Flies backward out of sight, out of sightedness. Lapse retired, retried. A twisted wire restraint.
Everything omen bears repeating. Flourishing collections incarnate again, it may yet prove interesting.
Desire authors the uncertain dear. Pill dies becoming.
(I previously posted a remix of Kristen's 'Cartouche'.)
stuck open a
softer way to
die the shrink-
pearly under sun
packed in slip-
as to seek more
than who you’d love
to scalp sunburnt
from treading vice-
like circles hatless
stripped of skillset
neither the blood
hat nor the funny
one keeping no
has to be another
high says who