Author Archives: Julie McElhone

About Julie McElhone

Julie McElhone graduated from the University of Canberra in 2012 with a Bachelor of Writing. And then graduated the next year with first class Honours. In 2019 she had poems published in Meanjin, Southerly, Rabbit journal, Barzakh (US), The Menteur (UK/Fr). She lives in Sydney and is the proud parent to a glorious 13-year old. She holds a Master of Creative Writing from University of Sydney (2019) and is currently undertaking a Doctor of Arts at University of Sydney.

Of Interpretation

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The prompt was a seminar on hermeneutics. USyd, May 2020.


Unintended poems VIII-I

Unintended poem VIII

I were fighting for my own syntax . for the thrill of printing of . being . printed . a tru trans.lation built.feelings.feelings.feelings  in the end . was . reversed . 

Unintended poem VII

Work around the things that stop you from doing — a performing class in the soundings out of who who who who — what is the editing part and what is the speakproper part — who R U 

Unintended poem VI

The hard part is a trick . Sneaky / typing on a page . A page. A Page. A PaGe. A PaGE. A PAGE. a pagE. a paGE. a PaGE . . . 

Unintended poem V

don’t waste your time / time must not be wasted . accordite!  Sub mission. an under. mission . for a book . terms of the endowment / port folio . 

Unintended poem IV

Writing to be read . Any comments . About. publish. ing. 3 reasons for printing. It’s a numbers game .  

Unintended poem III

I was shy . Sitting at the back . A tag line . With big eyes . 

Unintended poem II

That idea

That one

That perfect one

That big idea

You know the one

The one that is perfect

That is an accumulation of other ideas

And so succinct as to be a pin a pinnacle . mannacle .

That one. Where it begins . The one you think is finished. The one you gift to—gift to . Who would travail this idea with you . who understands . who is of the same mind . impossible.

Unintended poem I

Concoct | octo | Cocteau | pus | sy | id.

A warm up.  fancy. negligently so.  inventing scandal.  I fancy.

I want your dreams. Mine are nothing to writ home about. I dream a’toic.

Night poem: A flat base | bed | cross-legged | greedy calls to arms | and the manmen? |

The arcti pops . You see i— | re view, a re view, a new view |

Arch pops, and counting | I see no reason to explain 

My quivers keeping me warm | I’m cold, you see | there you have it

Dilly bag, blue. On a chair in my room. Slouching weary. Hard yakka, being a bag.

What’sin your bag? wear some thing hiding: in body parts. 

That’s what you want: something more than text, more than text-bones.

 

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Twitter throws up : it’s up to us. To switch systems :

He says in his weekly devotion > god has called us [not i]

To do something in these last days < He doesn’t say wht.

I guess god likes riddles too. Then a gif of a redhead crying

Into a bucket of ice cream. Then Annie (not having changed her 

Name) texts out from exodus : idolatry is a huge sham :

That runs the world system. The messiah convicts us [not i]

Producing a massive, visible shift in us [not i]—not that I can see.

Samsung next : Creativity and productivity. Anytime, anywhere :

I’ll leave that there. Relevant for certain exchanges within

Power to get wealth. Here is your answer democratically ran [stet]

States paid y elite globalist to spread wicked. The lord will avenge.

Love u. Then girls in red bikinis. God sowed his beauty. Weekly

Devotional says getting off @Reuters working with turkey fake

Whole exposing real made by the scholars soaking up all this money

Long as they let me make it overweight and my neck thick too

Learn survival skills WAKE.UP.PEOPLE o time /an evil cabal\ =pathogen

On the one hand on the other you assent to the Bill 

don’t trip

TEXT TAKEN FROM ONLINE CONTENT NOV 2019


Exxon, my love

Exxon


States

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                     are expected to deter yet deteriorate 

in a dust dump and folk are seeing red unpack 

and almost but not quite intricately knotted 

in the morning without the Sun—the Sun I capitalise 

because it is there and knowable for all time through 

time on skin blushing, pinking and peeling 

playing on the dark lady who is just like that Sun

curbed by urbanities snowballing even as heat peaks.

 

 


(a radio am i) XXVIII

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at the research centre with a grasp 

 

he published secrets 

in a book (whoever

reads them) external 

factors play no role 

prepare for assault 

border remain 

closed offensive 

 

people are trapped

to fight a fire 

 

one man went 

back inside died 

students take on 

an online test and um . .  

and um . .       maybe they 

 

meet us halfway 

thank you        for joining us

 

 

 


(a radio am i) XXVII

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a wooden spoon as opposed to maybe like yourself trusssed
in victory quite like hope in that it is wielded like a wand
one invisible dollar weakens and you should be worried

that you are arrested this way when half baked knowing
a lobby in the form of a mean manipulator bugs the state
into the next big thing initially lolling in greed

so register your backyard and count all the birds that you spot
units like us will at some point reach full term joining
the twenty-seven club in the west in a flap doing busy

doing waste being it | we you i | unhappy dealing out
recommendations and lodged in frustrated forms co-generating
from heat to steam then light for light’s sake when sometimes

some time we need the night to unload a couple of barrels
of toxic sludge at heart the slurry of allegiance

 

IMAGE:
Cotton, Olive.  (1963).  Radio telescope.  http://nla.gov.au/nla.obj-136347168

 

 

 


Make Me a Sting of Words/2


Make Me a Sting of Words That Slip


(a radio am i) XXVI

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i really want to know what’s at the bottom

who will be checking after the news

as algorithms crash in a critical condition

an AI correction territory causes

a world first hard drift right

fines issued will be a colossus of sound and colour

to drivers on the phone in the journey for the long hall

                     a system a refund

                     a rollout overridden

a rollover lovely to have you

legally parked matter

of force coming to town

death is a risk of course

i’m here anyway and that’s the main thing