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We Will Disappear: the second review!

Poet, criminologist, anti-fascist and paranoia merchant alicia sometimes has written and recorded a bulk ace review of my book for ABC Radio National’s The Book Show. Click here for transcript and audio. Here’s a taster of what she has to say:

One striking thing about this collection is how deeply Prater is influenced by the internet and the various dialects and languages that emerge within this medium. He seems driven to mash language, experimenting with HTML and modern computer language. This could easily be cliche but Prater makes this process electric. Prater says his poems are similar to hyperlinks that teleport the reader quickly to somewhere else. Instead of clicking a mouse, he wants you to see one image or word or phrase and transport you to another poem or another place as easily as it can in be achieved in the cyber world. This is a bold statement but one I expect from the playful and experimental Prater. To measure the truth in this statement is difficult. In ‘Search Poem #9’, he writes that he is ‘viewing in google page rank order’. This poem is a mess of words that would seem at home in email spam headers and indeed the first line of each Google search finding. But he is also commenting on the web as machine, the internet as the impersonal and the idiosyncrasies of each user. As editor of the online literary magazine Cordite, Prater would be exposed to all styles of web poetry and the problems and eccentricities associated with it. The collection ends with the piece ‘5 Haiku SMS’ playing around with the modern speech of texting as the new haiku. Here again he is both ironic and commentator all at once.

Aww, shucks. It’s a crime wave, move on!

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We Will Disappear: the first review!

In somewhat amazing news, Cordite has just published a double review of We Will Disappear and MTC Cronin’s book (we recently also published a single review of Barry Hill’s book).

I should point out that the review was not commissioned, edited or posted by me but by our reviews editor, Ali Alizadeh. Further, the review itself was written by Ryan Scott, a Czech-Republic based poet whom I have never met or corresponded with. Still, I feel a slight twinge of discomfort and potential embarrasment to see a review of my own book in a journal of which I am the Managing Editor.

While it’s not quite in the same league as Walt Whitman writing reviews of his own book, Leaves of Grass, under false names and then using these reviews to create testimonials, it’s still, well, a bit strange. What do you think?

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We Will Disappear: The Fallout Continues

Click here to see images from the MWF launch!

For those of you who like to gawk at Flickr streams, click on the above image to be instantly transported to a series of images from the Melbourne launch of We Will Disappear, courtesy of photographer Macushla Burke.

The latest issue of papertiger media’s Tiger Talk newsletter also includes some details from the recent Soi3 book launches. First of all, here’s what Paul and Marissa have to say about the MWF launch:

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QPF Redux

qpf.jpgI’m kicking myself that I didn’t take the opportunity while I was in Bris Vegas to grab one of the posters for the Queensland Poetry Festival, in which I was lucky enough to take part. Still, I did manage to grab a copy of the festival program (cue image, left – featuring my escort for the weekend, the divine Miss Kat), as well as checking out some cool poetry talent, rubbing shoulders with the famous and not-so-famous, eating Himalayan food, sharing an apartment with Matt “Not the Guy from the Full Monty” Hetherington, ranting about haiku with Myron Lysenko, experiencing the delight that is Brisbane weather in the spring time, and suffering a bizarre attack from a spider inside a tent while camping on Stradbroke Island. Ah, Queensland – what’s not to like? Actually, don’t answer that one. There’s plenty not to like about any place. On the other hand, Brisbane is a damn sight more interesting than it was the first time I went there, in the late 1970s, to have a fragment of an earplug wrenched from my ear-drum. Youch.

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MWF Redux

gdw6471b.jpgIt’s been so long since I posted here (I blame Facecrack, personally). It really is about time I wrote something. So what’s news? Well, the truth is that I’ve been in and out of rehab since my book launch at the Melbourne Writers Festival, almost three weeks ago. That’s what happens when you choose to drink a glass of champagne for each page of your book. And even with a ‘slim volume’ of verse, that’s 84 champagnes. By the end of the night, I could actually hear Betty Ford singing “Simply the Best”, over and over again.

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No Sleep Till Funtold!

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Hi, my name’s Davey, but you can call me Clint, or Brian. I’m very excited about my forthcoming book launch, which is now a mere twenty four hours away.

I’ve been waiting a long time for this event, over ten years in fact.

I hope you’ll consider joining me for a cool glass of mead on the rocks tomorrow afternoon at 3.45pm at the Malthouse Theatre (Sturt St Southbank), or more specifically in the Bagging Room, which is at the top of the building.

Free drinks will be available there for those who get in early enough and for the rest of you, all I can say is that for the rest of your life you will be able to say “I was there when it happened”, whatever “it” may be. Only we will see.

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It’s all happening heya!

… as Bill Lawry would say. Inboxes all over the world are now groaning under the symbolic weight of an invitation to the launch of my debut poetry collection, We Will Disappear! Download away, ye mavens of the intermatubes! Yikes, double yonkers and holy reality Batman! Let the count-down begin. Just over three weeks till we lift this sucker off the ground. Normal programming will now resume.

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Soi3 at the Melbourne Writers Festival

2007_headerlogo.gifThe Melbourne Writers Festival programme is now online and I’m happy to say that there’s a fair bit of poetry this year. While most of the guests seem to be the usual suspects, it’s great to see that js harry will be appearing, although I think I’ll give Clive James and Les Murray a wide berth. Still, it could be worse – Pam Ayres could be on the programme. As it is, I’ll be appearing at the official Soi3 book launch on Saturday August 25! Full details are on the site but as it’s just a sentence or two anyway, here goes:

New poetry imprint soi 3 release three sharp collections of contemporary poetry, with readings from M.T.C Cronin’s Our Life is a Box/Prayers without a God; Barry Hill’s Necessity:Poems 1996-2006; and David Prater’s debut collection We Will Disappear.

Date: 25 August 2007
Time: 3:45pm – 4:45pm
Venue: The Bagging Room
Tickets: FREE EVENT

Did you see that last bit? Yes, it’s a FREE EVENT, just like the launch and performance at the upcoming Queensland Poetry Festival. So there’s really no excuse, is there? Official invitations will be sent out in the next week or two. Rest assured, I’ll also be bombarding your mailboxes, inboxes, Myspace and Facebook accounts, walkie-talkies and ham radio public channels, graffiti walls, mobile phones and also sending telepathic signals to scramble what’s left of your inner voices between now and then. Just over one month to go. Untold!

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Interview with Paul Hardacre

This one seemed to slip under the radar at the time, but for the sake of archiving and posterity, I’ve reproduced here an interview Paul Hardacre conducted with me a month ago for papertiger’s TIGER TALK e-newsletter, on the subject of my forthcoming book. By the way, did you know that you can now pre-order a copy of We Will Disappear at papertiger’s secure online store? Untold!

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It’s a Book!

On Monday night I came home from uni half-hoping that a copy of We Will Disappear had arrived in the mail. All that was waiting for me, however, was a statement from my bank telling me how little money I have, and even that was two weeks out of date. I tried to fling the bank statement onto the couch but all I succeeded in doing was launching that flimsy piece of paper into the air, from where it began its long, slow and miserable descent, after which I went into the bathroom to sit on the toilet for a while and seethe.

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