Yes, it's true: Davey Dreamnation is officially back on the block. This is the last post I will be publishing here, although I'll still maintain the site for sentimental reasons. To get on board, check out what's new and get over to [d/dn v.10] by clicking on the link above or below - and update your bookmarks accordingly! So long and thanks for all the raisins.

My chapbook Abendland (pictured left, details) has been reviewed by Philly poet Adam Fieled on his excellent blog. Check out the review here. As far as I can tell, this is the first time my work has ever been reviewed, anywhere. I only have a couple of copies of the book left, but I hope to make an announcement soon as to a possible re-release, along the lines of Pavement's Slanted and Enchanted. For those who don't have a clue what I'm talking about, Pavement's debut full length album circulated unofficially as a cassette tape in the early 1990s, with the consequence that it was well known "underground" before being released, erm, "overground". So, if you'd like to possess a copy of the original chapbook, and would like to be able to tell your grandkids that you got in there first, before the Abendland project went mainstream, contact me via email. Like, today. In other spellbinding news, sure to get Stung seething, I've finally bitten the bullet and re-registered the www.daveydreamnation.com domain, which is now up and running, albeit sans content (UPDATE: the new [d/dn v.10] blog is now operational). Regular (oh come, all ye faithful) readers will recall the jitch-up that occurred about three years ago, when I first registered the domain, and then a year later forgot to renew the registration, with the result that the site was taken over by a cyber-porn-squatter. Luckily for me, the squatter lost interest and didn't renew the registration him or herself. So, here we are again. I'll be slowly migrating this blog, plus a few other ones, to the new domain over the next few weeks. In the meantime, Davey continues to race towards the elusive target of one hundred releases on his [dnrc] label. For your reading (if not listening) pleasure, please consider: The Point Breaks: "What's the Point?" Critics: "No Idea" Inspirational Magnets: "Pop and Lock" More to come, I'm afraid. My track "The Boys Who", featured on the CD accompanying issue #23 of Going Down Swinging is now also featured on the new GDS myspace page. Bloody hell. I'm tempted to write "Thanx for the add" but instead I'll just say UNTOLD!

comments require verification so pass me bandanna and cry a flower into it's a war parents knew was coming & ever since then thoughts have been in turmoil as soon as argument was refuted he switched sides so hypocricy went unnoticed please go & fuck your self-righteous self sideways & stick business somewhere else maybe start where neo-con pals left off after all it wasn't fault but was it our duty to cluster bomb enemies even those who played no roles in dumb crusades against the left & i suppose mother taught you that method originally - flowers require water (but are already dead

Never let it be said that Davey Dreamnation, that strange pixellated figment of the collective insomnia cookie, is one to rest on his laurels. In fact, 2007 is only days old and already he has released four new titles in the DNRC catalogue, all of them dated prospectively, that is, in the future. Fans of Lost In Translation will be seething at the thought of having to wait three years to listen to the astonishing aural impediment that is Wasabi Peace: "Like, Dude". Similarly, ears and noses will be bleeding around the world at the news that the orgasm that is Clint Bo Dean: "Never Go Ashtray" has also not yet come to pass. Those with an evil taste for Christmas and a tan will be secretly incarcerated by The Four Calling Birds: "Fa La La!". Finally, who could fail to be astonished, moved and catapulted into heavenly hootie by the incandescent vision of life on Mars bars that is Hoodie Over Heels: "Hoodie Over Heels". Look and learn, Sony BMG.

Last Thursday night I MCed at the launch of issue #24 of Going Down Swinging, Australia's coolest literary anthology. This issue has been the first I have been involved in editorially; I've pasted my editorial for the issue below. To order copies or to find out more about submitting to GDS, visit the website. EDITORIAL This is my first issue as co-editor of Going Down Swinging. It's been a wild ride. First, the submissions. I have to admit I was amazed and then slightly frightened by the sheer number (and quality) of submissions we received this year. This just confirms for me how many people are out there writing crazy poems, drawing kooky comics and coming up with surreal and interesting storylines. I hope you'll agree that this 24th issue of Going Down Swinging is as strong, if not stronger than any issue of any magazine that's ever been published. Anywhere. Second, the editorial process. This is the first time I've ever worked closely with a group of fellow-editors and let me tell you, the GDS editorial meetings are barnstorming affairs, where the seemingly impossible task of selecting a book's worth of content from thousands of submissions takes on epic proportions. I'd like to be able to say that these meetings were full of tears, tantrums and tie-breaks but the truth is, working with Steve and Lisa has been a fantastic experience. Third, the comics. GDS has featured comic art before but I believe this is the biggest and best selection of comic art I've ever seen. Anywhere. Huge props to our comics editor Mandy Orr for her work in soliciting work from some very exciting artists. It was hugely exciting to sit down and look through the work, and while the task of selecting the best pieces was just as hard as it was for the poetry and prose, I think we've achieved the right balance. Fourth, the contributors. That's you. I know, you may not have got into this issue but the fact of the matter is that GDS would not exist were it not for the writers, the poets, the genii (you know it). The artists, cartoonists, haikunauts and rhymesters. The readers and supporters of the magazine. Yes, you. We love you all. Believe me, I have been you. I may not know you in the way Henry Rollins says he does but then who would want to, really? Finally, the book itself. I mean, how cool is this book? From the cover to the layout and the bumper comics section (some of it in colour!), this issue oozes professionalism and quality. Quality! The world's crying out for it! Thanks to Steve and his incredible production skills, that's just what you get. In bucket-loads. I'm proud to have had even a small hand in bringing this issue to life. I'm left wondering how GDS can get any better. Well, the big news is that Going Down Swinging is now bi-annual! This means you have twice as many chances to be published in Australia's coolest, funkiest and most untold literary periodical! So get cracking!

"Every time a rabbit comes out of its burrow, it is facing Vietnam the whole of its life ..." Allen Carr (R.I.P.)

they call me pirate dave just to piss me off i am the vietnam rabbit coming out of a hole out of a burrow blown to bits i am a rabbit coming out of my hole every day for the rest of my life it's vietnam i'm on pirate radio for twenty one days bury me face down so you can all kiss my arse i am a white rabbit on pirate radio this is my story don't call me dave i'm fragging myself i'm fire in a hole i'm a rabbit on fire in a hole it's vietnam on the radio pirates coaxing rabbits out of holes a memory of a bitumen street at home i was just dave no one bothered to check if that was okay by me well fuck you all i am a rabbit you can call me pirate dave i was watching tv when vietnam happened we were eating tv dinners in front of vietnam on a tv my father made himself from a kit it was his birthday when they rolled the dice & he was gone in a puff of smoke someone calls it magic i called it vietnam i got kicked out of the band because they had too many daves in the lineup already so i volunteered for chopper duty started smoking watching puffs of smoke from the relative luxury of some chinook in the sky i dreamed of rabbits in fluffy white cloud uniforms coming out of holes in the sky above vietnam we were all smiles for the tv i saw my mother's face in that camera's lens & blessed america dove into that hole full of pirates all named dave on tv daves pulled faces from barrells full of birthdays dad's was one of them off he went a puff of smoke cigarette dangling from his jazzy lip the tv stopped working the day he left i bought a magician's cape & started fooling around with mirrors magic dave they called me fuck them all i said what's your name pal he said richard nixon i said how about if i called you dickhead he said fine by me & disappeared in a puff of smoke that didn't come from a cigarette it came from vietnam where we smoke rabbits out of holes not just the white ones but the red and blue ones too i was colour blind as noah i had a rabbit his name was charlie he never called me dave just sat there smoking cigarettes day in day out listening to duke ellington driving me crazy with that stuff he was smoking charlie i said you ever meet richard nixon say what day's your birthday charlie never answered back just put those headphones on & ignored me my penitentiary was the graveyard shift insufficient wattage to spook charlie who never did dig the radio anyway stuck in his hole smoking cigarettes charlie started turning blue right in front of me started coughing up red gunk from his lungs started turning white as vietnam on a high school map that was the hole they said dave you gotta get into that hole you gotta save that rabbit & i said hey don't call me dave i'm vietnam i'm pirate radio & i am no fucking maggot i'm twenty one days of rumour control twenty one nights of vietnam smokes & rabbits coming out of my arse i had a hard on for radio jane fonda she's a foxy rabbit in a puff of smoke it all disappeared wiped those tapes couldn't bear to hear the loops winding over & over vietnam awol dave i am a pirate rabbit clambering out of the hole the grenades bounce off me as i yell fugazi or sebadoh running towards the px the depot every time a rabbit comes out of its burrow

Cordite 25 - Generation of Zeroes is now online, featuring new works by a whole bunch of digitally cool poets including Carol Jenkins, Derek Motion, Elena Knox, Jill Jones, Joel Deane, Klare Lanson and more! Our special guest poetry editor and chanteuse extraordinaire alicia sometimes has done a terrific job balancing the ones and the zeroes, with the result that what you get for your eyeballs is an excellent assortment of long, short and plain kooky poems. And it's all free! Continue reading my editorial for the issue here, on the Cordite blog.

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