Philip Hammial Poems
- Dog Carts And went to one of the Glory Temples for which our...
- Honeymoon, Day Two You can’t remember making it – that ...
- Similitude If we assume that every third house is logical it...
- Fetch Had me a word up. One. Through water it went by some ...
- Fear No way to account for the erratic behaviour of your ...
- Face If yours can be substituted for several you’re in ...
- Bytes As you would suspect the plow of infidelity if the ...
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 ... more »
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And went to one of the Glory Temples for which
our city is famous & found
a sick congregation – spitting blood
& convulsing obscenely, only the shepherd
of this flock not afflicted, & outside, lined up,
waiting – dog carts for the dead, but where
were the dogs? Out chasing
some silly fox, I assumed, & was correct
as the huntress, when I finally found her,
was sitting on a log surrounded by hounds, tails
wagging, the corpse of some poor fox
in her lap. “Hi,” she said, “I’m
Dot Com & of course
you’ve come for the dogs.” Obediently