David Prater: Bushpo
3 December 2008
You must change your life
RAINER MARIA RILKE
you stores three your shavings
you leaves imaginary twisted you
three evils like the fly
ripples of smoke called stones hands
you clutched gauged muddy ropes
clay were shotgun gazing boo
tall the shocks friends snakes
like bales several hiding meh
the smeared your liked spacelike
you crispness together blasting to
a & your with ready
A cream mass anonymous &
did red bend town laughed
you square leaders militarism moonscapes
blasted barbs banjo that take
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About David Prater
David Prater is Cordite Poetry Review's Managing Editor. He was born in Dubbo, Australia in 1972. In 1995 he graduated with a BA (Honours in Australian Literature) from the University of Sydney. He also holds an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Melbourne. His poetry and prose has appeared in various journals and his debut poetry collection
We Will Disappear was published by soi3 (papertiger media) in 2007.
I love your image: David Prater, ‚ÄòElk Reserve, 2008‚Ä? very much. It looks like a giant rusting kangaroo though and I wonder who made it. It's so sculptural and skeletal and attractively disintegrating. I am really drawn to it. I think it has a touch of pop art as well, a bit of Jeff Koons. The outsize thing is demonstrably Australian.
Hurro Jen,
Thanks – but would you believe it's actually in Sweden?
Far out! Look at those gorgeous trees. But did you choose to photograph it partly because it looked Australian, roo-like – like the Big Lobster and the Big Banana, creatures of pastoral pop fame? It has no antlers, like you'd expect an elk to have, so it may be in an elk reserve but it looks pure Skippy to [me. Tch tch tch ... ] I guess you saw the entire thing, while we have just the cropped view. What animal do you think it is?
Hi jen,
yes, it does look like a kangaroo – but I am told only male elks have antlers, so the animal in the picture is in all likelihood a female elk. The Elk Reserve was a pretty sad place, to tell you the truth. It felt like a Swedish version of 'Pissweak World' …
Just north of Newcastle there used to be this bizarre place run by the Leyland brothers people, called Leyland Brothers World. It was housed in a massive fake Ayers Rock. One visit was plenty.