written by Philip Hammial


— Philip Hammial

As you would suspect the plow
of infidelity if the ox
had a human face so you would
the dead if they rehearsed their marriages
with wooden spoons (& we won't
insult your intelligence with an explanation
as to why). Suffice it to say
that at this point the metaphor
is already so mannered that its collapse
is inevitable,
thus, a decline
that could be likened to the sudden change
of an ECG's recorded pulse into a final, straight
blue line, which blue is precisely the blue
of the eyes of the SS Oberfuhrer who at this point
marches in to read a proclamation concerning
the nature of the poetry that will be acceptable
to the Fourth Reich, something to the effect
that it must be clear & concise, easily swallowed
between commercials as you congratulate yourself
on the ever-increasing sensitivity of your palate.

About the poet

Philip Hammial

Philip Roby Hammial (born 1937) is an Australian poet, publisher, editor, artist and art curator. He has a long list of achievements in writing, publishing and sculpting. His achievements include twenty-four collections of poetry, thirty solo sculpture exhibitions and, acting as the director/curator of The Australian Collection of Outsider Art, twenty-six exhibitions of Australian Outsider Art in five countries. Hammial's significance to Australian poetry has been recognised by the Australia Council, which awarded him a Senior Writer’s Fellowship in 1996, an Established Writer’s Fellowship in 2004 and the Nancy Keesing Studio at the Cité Internationale des Arts in Paris in 2009. Life Hammial (born 1937) grew up in and around Detroit, Michigan. He graduated from Farmington High School in 1954. After three years...

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