Adam Ford's Blog
November 24, 2009
Next Wednesday 9 December between 5 and 7pm I'll be hanging out at Signal, the arts space run by the City of Melbourne, with all of my zinemaking gear as part of a workshop I'm teaching, wherein zines will be discussed, dissected and also created.
So if you're between 13 and 20 years of age and you want some insider tips on the zine creation process, or if you're a zinemaker yourself and you just want to hang out and talk about the z-word, this could very well be for you. We'll be reading...

When I was five I thought when a lightsaber hit you, you turned into a blanket.
The ozpo cyberweb has spent the last three weeks on tenterhooks as it anticipated the outcome of the blog war declared between poets Nathan Curnow and Derek Motion. The stakes were high – the loser had to quit their blog – and now a winner has been declared.
It seems Wagga Wagga's own Derek Motion has vanquished Ballarat boy Nathan Curnow in a clear-cut 86-81 victory, and now, as per the terms of engagement...
November 22, 2009
It's full of poems, comics and an article about saffron milkcap mushrooms. You can also read in its entirety Eric's MA thesis about Oink Oink Oink, his latest novel. Here's how Eric describes Oink Oink Oink:
The narrator of the story, Squirly Fern (SF), is of Japanese/ Australian descent; his grandfathers fought each other in World War Two and he is living with his mother in Japan. At the beginning of the story, he moves to Australia to meet his father, not realising that his father has...
November 17, 2009
Dude, they totally made an action figure out of the game they made out of Dante's Inferno! Action Figure Insider broke the news earlier this week:
Boasting 30 points of articulation, Dante is truly one of a kind. He carries a Cross in a sheath on his right hip, has an interchangeable right hand, and then, of course, there's the scythe… An imposing site in itself, Death's scythe stands over eight inches tall! Not only that, but the blade is detachable for hand-held use.
To accompany the...
November 13, 2009
On the way home from Castlemaine station after last night's launch of The Words We Found, the 21st-anniversary anthology celebrating the history of Voiceworks, I shared a taxi with a woman holding an open bourbon can on her lap. She asked what I'd been up to in Melbourne, and when I told her "a book launch" she got excited and asked to see the book.
After reading the back cover blurb out loud to me and the taxi driver she told me that the only thing to do now was to get Oprah to read the...
November 10, 2009
"Stranger, go tell the Spartans we died here obedient to their commands."
— Inscription at ThermopylaeLinger not, stranger. Shed no tear.
Go back to those who sent us here.We are the young they drafted out
To wars their folly brought about.Go tell those old men, safe in bed,
We took their orders and are dead.
Happy Remembrance Day.
November 9, 2009
If you throw the frisbee by yourself,
The sun might be shining in the most exquisite way,
You might have just won tattslotto,
You might have the sexiest thighs in the world,
Flowers might be blooming in the park.
Children might be running around in...
If you throw the frisbee by yourself,
The sun might be shining in the most exquisite way,
You might have just won tattslotto,
You might have the sexiest thighs in the world,
Flowers might be blooming in the park.
Children might be running around in...
November 4, 2009
In case you've been blogging under a rock for the last – oh – week or so, it behooves me to direct your attention to the current skirmish taking place in the blogosphere wherein poets Derek Motion and Nathan Curnow have challenged each other to a battle-of-the-comments.
The rules are simple: both Curnow and Motion have set up a blog post and invited comments upon that post. At the end of three weeks (ie, November 22 or thereabouts) the poet with the most comments wins, and the losing poet...
November 3, 2009
posted with vodpod
Back in June 2006 I started a dumb little one-joke blog called Monkey Punch Dinosaur. I had been inspired by having seen Peter Jackson's 2005 remake of King Kong on a flight back from Thailand a month earlier.
It's a dreadful film – the epitome of the kind of film that doesn't need to be made because it adds nothing at all to its source or inspiration (and indeed sometimes cheapens that source/inspiration by virtue of its very existence) – but there's a glorious sequence...




