Andrew Burke
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Reading Sheila’s book and stirring the porridge is a plaiting: tactile, rhythmic. The dog barks to have such fun, or wants it. Rain primps on our tin roof, veranda dusted off, biddable as
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As I walked out late along Paragon Road
among students going hither and thither,
I heard a trained voice – male, operatic –
singing quietly to itself, ‘Maria, Maria’,
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Many have been more exotic places, but this
you offer us, a taste of our land. The air
so crisp with chill we wear entire wardrobes
like hunters' furs - jeans over track pants,
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Standing at the edge of
the Western Desert,
minus 2 degrees Celsius,
I listen for
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I lie on the surgery table
staring up at the hanging
anatomical drawings of the forestry
around the skeletal frames
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I see us now on the cliffs
of the Swan River by
the slumbering suburb
where my brother and I fought,
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One poppy bends in the wind
precarious as
my memory of our driveway
bordered by poppies -
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Today, our kitchen radio crackles
and I remember your crystal set,
its antenna running around
jarrah fences, under the grapevine's
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As a late afternoon seabreeze
rattled the sleepout's louvres,
Father sang -
'It's illegal, it's immoral,
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How sick I get of your ghost
stirring the blood between us,
how sick of the ties
that hold me.
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Rushing like an ambulance
to the Casualty Ward at
Royal Perth Hospital our car
stalls and drops its clutch
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Andrew Burke Biography
Andrew Burke is a contemporary Australian writer. His poetry has been included in Western Australian and Australian anthologies. Early in his working life, Burke pursued a career in advertising as a copywriter and Creative Director, switching to academia as a literature and creative writing lecturer in middle age. He has lectured in Australia and China, and read his poetry to audiences of all ages in the United Kingdom, Singapore, China, and throughout Australia. Andrew Burke has had five collections of poetry published, and has also had short plays on the boards, songs on CD, and short stories and less reliable prose published in magazines and fish'n'chip wrappings. He has been a guest of many universities and festivals, favourite among them being Singapore Writers Festival, Wagga Wagga Writers Writers, and Canberra's Poetry Festival. He is presently working on a PhD at Edith Cowan University where he also does some teaching. He has also just begun Smokebush Press which published its first title - The Iron Night by Ross Bolleter - in March 2004.)
The Best Poem Of Andrew Burke
Haibun
for Sheila Murphy
Reading Sheila’s book and stirring the porridge is a plaiting: tactile, rhythmic. The dog barks to have such fun, or wants it. Rain primps on our tin roof, veranda dusted off, biddable as Berryman, narcissistic in its newly found pleasure. I eat the porridge, at the mere mention of which a child sings a song of praise. Nobody answers. Cynicism scoffs at such a half- pint hoofer. Limited by language building in rounds, ego is not a dirty word, fitting biorhythmic conflict within multi- veined bladders. And the verb ran away with the noun. Duncan spoke of the swarm of human speech, as, just now, galahs parlez loudly in the tall gums. Just now and still then. Wit and words and oats,
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