Tuesday poem: The compleat cake, part 3
April 1, 2025
3. Royal Easter Show, Sydney 2011
Welcome all, to the arena of cake. Kewpie doll stares with avid blueness, a malice far older than four or seventeen years lies hide in those little pools of scorch, trained like cool napalm at her competitors. She scorches the cute cotton-tail bunny (marshmallow shaped into an apostrophe of fur) and the rosette-less Smurfs; the ribbonless boomerang, its skeleton icing sketch of roo resolutely unrewarded. But oh oh oh, see the Opera House? Meringue fascinators balance like dreams near a liquorice bridge, climbed by grey lozenges, climbing up, up to catch a blue view in a dark net. Eyes eat these cakes; no tongue will ever lick Kewpie, and the Opera House is tasted only by sweet sticky Sutherlands of flies.
PS Cottier
My last slice of prose poem about cake, referencing the Agricultural Shows where cakes are made to resemble all sorts of things, from famous buildings to clowns and dolls. The Sydney Show is quite soon, so it seems appropriate.
And that wonderful illustration is from WikiCommons, and is in the public domain. Unfortunately, the artist is unknown. Here’s what the site says about the work: A collectible card by Elmshorn-based margarine brand Echte Wagner, circa 1932; “Aus dem schönen Echte Wagner Album Nr. 3, Serie Nr. 9, Bild Nr. 1.” It depicts visitors to “Schlaraffenland” (Cockaigne) eating pieces of a wall made of cake to enter the country, with a sausage tree seen in the background.
They are eating the wall of cake in a very serious manner.
Tuesday microstory: Fittest (And poetry criticism)
August 29, 2017
This little story was the winner of the RedBeard Bakery 50 Words Microfiction Competition, at the Words in Winter Festival, Trentham, Victoria. It is up by link on the Word in Winter site, but I thought I’d post in here now. Prize winning entries in the other categories can be read here. The story had to be exactly 50 words long; hence the rather clipped tone! The theme was ‘Origins’.
Fittest
It was hidden in the op shop, behind fifteen copies of Fifty Shades. First edition Darwin. Original Origin.
He grabbed it from me, paid $5, and ran. I followed, did only what was necessary, and reclaimed the book.
It sold for £100,000.
That’s only fitting, if you think about it.
PS Cottier
I also have a micro-poem just published in Award Winning Australian Poetry (Melbourne Books) which is being launched in Melbourne on the 30th August, at the Athenaeum Library in Collins Street, at 6pm. I went last year and it was a great launch.
So, after two micro awards, I’m obviously getting big in a small way. I received $200 in vouchers from a great bakery in Trentham for the story, which probably works out at a large roll a word, and will have to drive down and stuff myself some glorious and calorific day.
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And on another note, over at Overland there’s an extended debate about whether ‘bush poetry’ deserves to be included in ‘Best of’ collections. I find it fascinating how this sort of debate tends to attract so many more men more than women; what is it about definitions and certainties? But, anyway, here’s my less than serious contribution.
Mayweather v McGregor was more entertaining
than trying to know poetry by explaining.
It’s all so pugnacious.
(Is rhyming contagious?)
Next week: post-structuralism summarised in a limerick, and semiotics in a haiku.
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And on yet another, far less frivolous note, send a thought to the home of real haiku, who just had a missile sent over their northern island.
Tuesday poem: Outings
November 28, 2016
Outings
Out for review
Out for the count
Out of time
Out for lunch
Out and about
Out for a duck
Out of luck
Out of the closet
Out on the town
Out of the corner of my eye
Out of the box
Out of the mouths of babes
Out of fashion
Out caught behind
Out of it
Out and out
Over and out
PS Cottier
A bit of fun this week; and why not, as we head into glorious summer and Christmas?
I was chuffed (a technical term for a state somewhere between freakily ecstatic and mildly pleased) to hear that I have been shortlisted for the Red Room New Shoots Poetry Prize, in collaboration with the Royal Botanic Gardens Sydney, and Rochford Street Review. You can access the full shortlists here (plural as there was a site specific contest for the Botanic Gardens, too). Lovely to recognise some other people on the list! And to see some names that are totally unfamiliar, as well.
Now I’m off to work on some sunburn.
I am so very nice
April 21, 2015
Why that self praise? I am about to share the details of a wonderful poetry prize currently on offer with all readers:
http://www.canberra.edu.au/about-uc/competitions-and-awards/vcpoetryprize
First prize is $15,000 for one poem of up to 50 lines, and entry is $20. It is open to everyone in the world who writes English and has a credit card with at least $20 left on it. That may exclude quite a number of poets, admittedly, but a few may qualify. There’s a bit over a month before the prize closes. Obviously, there will be quite a few entries!
Pick up pen, tablet or crayon and write. Or enter a poem that you have been too lazy to send in to a journal. Do it or be beaten by this rabbit:
I am hoarding a poem for the competition like Gollum with the Ring. It just requires a bit more polishing.
Good luck!
PS Cottier 
