He's back!

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.

Abendland reviewed online etc ...

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

War Flowers

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.

Happy New Year (aka the latest sign that speaks for itself)


Going Down Swinging

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

Day One Rabbit

"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 w