Footy and Film – Brief Poems by Damian Balassone

Damian Balassone was born in Melbourne, Australia in 1972, the child of an Italian migrant family who had settled in the  working class suburb of Collingwood.  He graduated from Deakin University in 1994 and has worked variously as an itinerant fruit picker, a bean counter, and as a teacher.  His poems have appeared in a variety of Australian and international publications.  His first book Chime (Ginninderra Press, 2013, later reissued on Kindle) is a collection of song lyrics, ballads and narrative poems that span the width and breadth of the Australian continent.

Since the publication of Chime he has suffered from severe hearing loss, tinnitus and hyperacusis (hypersensitivity to everyday sounds) with obvious consequences to his headspace – hence, a propensity to focus on shorter works of poetry.  In doing so, he swapped the panoramic Australian landscape for what he calls pithy takes on popular culture, corporate duplicity and political wankery.  These short poems and epigrams later came to the attention of the acclaimed Australian poet Les Murray, who published a stack of them and described Balassone as a ‘virtuoso’.

During this period, Balassone released Strange Game in a Strange Land (Wilkinson Publishing, 2019), a collection of short, playful rhymes about the great and glorious game of Australian Rules Football.  Unexpectedly, the book met with some success in his homeland, acquiring national radio and television exposure, and selling several thousand copies.

His third book Love is a Weird Cat is forthcoming.  This collection contains more than 100 short poems and epigrams that have been published in venues such as The New York Times, The Australian, The Spectator, The Canberra Times, Light, Abridged, Cordite, Quadrant, First Things, Shot Glass Journal, Eureka Street, Arena, The American Bystander, Asses of Parnassus, Snakeskin, Better Than Starbucks, New Verse News, Daily Drunk Magazine, News Weekly and Lighten Up.  In addition to the epigrams, the book also includes many short prose-poems that combine arresting imagery with emotional impact.  

Damian Balassone’s poems have appeared in more than 100 publications, most notably in The New York Times, The Australian, The Canberra Times and The Spectator.

He now lives in Warrandyte, Victoria, an outer suburb of Melbourne.

FOOTY – POETRY AND AUSTRALIAN RULES FOOTBALL

Australian Rules Football (also called Aussie Rules, or footy) is a contact sport played between two teams on an oval field.  Goals are worth six points and the primary methods of moving the oval ball are by kicking, handballing and running with the ball.  The game features frequent physical contests, spectacular marking (i.e. catching the ball from a kick), fast movement and high scoring.  The sport has the highest spectator attendance and television viewership of all sports in Australia, while the Australian Football League (AFL) is the nation’s wealthiest sporting body.  The AFL Grand Final, held annually at the Melbourne Cricket Ground (MCG), is the second-highest-attended club championship event in the world (just behind cricket’s Indian Premier League).

Damian Balassone’s father became a regular follower of Collingwood Football Club. The young Damian attended footy matches as a boy in the 1980’s, often sitting on his father’s shoulders in the outer of Victoria Park as he began to follow enthusiastically, recognising a hero of sorts in a player named after the Marvel Comics character The Hulk. (He discusses his love of football in an interview with Barbie Robinson.) His second collection, Strange Game in a Strange Land, subtitled A Poetic Celebration of Australian Rules Football is a poetic response to Australian Rules Football in all its glorious incarnations, from the tip of Tasmania to the Tiwi Islands, from the opening bounce of the season through to the seagulls descending onto the G at the conclusion of the Big Dance in a quirky collection of quatrains and couplets.

Brief Poems by Damian Balassone

FOOTY POEMS

My Nonna

When I started playing Aussie Rules,
my nonna’s face turned red.
I asked her what the problem was,
and this is what she said:
‘An oval ball, an oval ground,
for men with oval heads.’

***

Retrieving the Footy from the Tree

I climb the neighbour’s back veranda
and shake their precious jacaranda
until I hear the thrilling sound
of leather landing on the ground.

***

The Half-Back Flankers

We strive to run the lines until 
the opposition breaks.
Imagination is the name 
we give to our mistakes.

***

All poems © Damian Balassone. Reprinted by permission of the author.

HOLLYWOOD POEMS

Hollywood Hair Cycle

I once had hair like Moses,
but now my mop is thinner.
I once was Charlton Heston,
but now I am Yul Brynner.

***

Airbrushed

The biopic refused to show
the mole of Marilyn Monroe.

***

At a Restaurant in Berlin, 1936

You asked the famous leader
to autograph your napkin.
You thought that he was Hitler.
He signed it ‘Charlie Chaplin’.

***

Antipodean Romeo

As stars light up the jacaranda,
he’s climbing up the back veranda.

***

Greta Garbo

Because you’ve been dehumanised by fame
you wanna go where no one knows your name.

***

These “Hollywood Poems” first appeared in the magazine Eureka Street.
All poems © Damian Balassone. Reprinted by permission of the author.

HEBREW COUPLETS

The Fall of Nebuchadnezzar

He once was king of Babylon…but now
he’s drenched in dew and frolics like a cow.

***

David and Bathsheba

He watched her bathe.
‘She’s mine,’ said Dave.

***

Jacob’s Lament


‘The problem with my brother Esau:
his friggin’ mood is like a seesaw.’

***

Samson On Delilah


‘Delilah took me by the hand
and led me to the Promised Land.
With just a wiggle of her hips,
she triggered my apocalypse.’

***

Advice from Jonah


‘If God is calling and you bail,
you might end up inside a whale.’

***

Garden of Eden


A multitude of monsters will be on the loose
if man and woman work out how to reproduce.

***

These “Hebrew Couplets” first appeared in the magazine The Footy Almanac.
All poems © Damian Balassone. Reprinted by permission of the author.

From THE ASSES OF PARNASSUS

Lord Byron on Twitter

I awoke one morning
and found myself cancelled.

***

The iMirror

To google
yourself
is the gravest of errors,
your screen is
replaced
by the mirror of terrors.

***

The Gambler

The gambler knows that if he somehow wins
it covers up a multitude of sins.

***

On Grandma’s 107th Birthday

I wonder if she’ll ever meet
her maker in the sky.
This lady just keeps keeping on.
She’s lost the will to die.

***

Carnival of Colours

At the carnival of colours
(though they’re trying not to show it)
all the poets want to be singers
and the singers want to be poets. 

***

These poems were first published on The Asses of Parnassus blog.
All poems © Damian Balassone. Reprinted by permission of the author.

From LIGHT POETRY

The Housewife’s Dream

Each day she craves
a different sin.
Today she dreamt
that she was in

The House of Mirth
in no apparel
with Colin Firth
and Colin Farrell.

***

Defrocked

I once abstained from sin,
but now I’ve had my fill.
I once was Benny Hinn,
but now I’m Benny Hill.

***

Papal Nation

Italians are a people of integrity
who celebrate a celibate celebrity.

***

Phrases

The phrase ‘white men can’t dance’ is harsh but fair
…unless of course your name is Fred Astaire.

***

The Christian Suitor


‘The sacred Song of Songs
the Abrahamic Cupid –
decrees that you and I
should shag each other stupid.’

***

These poems were first published on the Light Poetry site.
All poems © Damian Balassone. Reprinted by permission of the author.

From LOVE IS A WEIRD CAT

Final year assembly

The children gather in the gym
to hear the last goodbye,
and through the skylight high above
they glimpse the summer sky.

***

Blind boy dreaming

A clique of corporate men
prepare to raid the earth again.

Despite their schemes,
the blind boy of the village dreams.

***

Love is a Weird Cat

Love is a weird cat
that sneaks up on you
when you’re lying on the couch
and brushes its soft fur
against your cold cheek,
before disappearing without a trace.

***

Cleopatra

She’s put an end to all my grand endeavours
and now my dreams are mummified forever.

***

Our Marriage Soundtrack

I think of our marriage quite often.
I think of the music as well.
It started with ‘Stairway to Heaven’
and ended with ‘Highway to Hell’.

***

Bathroom Wars

While stationed on the toilet seat of life, 
I’m told to get a move on by my wife.

***

The Old Preacher Retires

I leave the pulpit
with nothing left to prove.
I once moved mountains,
but now I cannot move.

***

The Bureaucrat

He served the republic with utter distinction.
His days in the office were memorable ones:
he covered the monsters with insect repellent
and shot the mosquitos with elephant guns. 

***

The Importance of Religion

Those who loathe religion 
are slow to contemplate 
that Lennon met McCartney 
at the church fête.

***

These poems are from Damian Balassone’s forthcoming collection, Love is a Weird Cat.
All poems © Damian Balassone. Reprinted by permission of the author.

LINKS

Chime

Strange Game in a Strange Land

Love is a Weird Cat

The Twitter (X) account of Damian Balassone

Damian Balassone’s website

Five longer poems by Damian Balassone on the Footy Almanac site

Links to poems and articles by Damian Balassone on the Muck Rack website

Barbie Robinson talks to Damian Balassone about Strange Game in a Strange Land for Living Arts Canberra

Children’s poetry video of Damian Balassone reading his poem “The Sportsman or the Scientist?”

All poems © Damian Balassone. Reprinted by permission of the author.

Dial Tone- Brief Poems by Peter Vertacnik

Peter Vertacnik was born in Saginaw, Michigan. He holds degrees in creative writing and English from The University of Florida, Texas Tech University and Penn State University. His poetry, translations, and criticism have appeared in 32 Poems, Bad Lilies, The Cortland Review, Hampden-Sydney Poetry Review, The Hopkins Review, Literary Matters, The New Criterion, Phoebe, Plume, The Spectator (World), THINK, and Water~Stone Review. He was a finalist for the Donald Justice Poetry Prize in 2021.

His debut poetry collection, The Nature of Things Fragile, (Criterion Books, 2024) was the winner of the twenty-third New Criterion Poetry Prize, judged by George Bradley, Roger Kimball and Adam Kirsch. Established in 2000, the New Criterion Poetry Prize is awarded each year to a book-length manuscript of poems that pay close attention to form. The poems in this collection depict a world fraught with vulnerability and loss. Utilizing a wide range of  traditional and inventive poetic forms, including sonnets, villanelles, triolets, a sestina, epigrams, blank verse, and word-count, he confronts the illnesses and deaths of loved ones, the memories of old houses and towns left behind, and the vanishing of once-ubiquitous household items. It is a book of elegies, but also one of celebration.

He now lives in Jacksonville, Florida, where he works as an English instructor at the local Episcopal School, a co-educational college-preparatory school.

FORGOTTEN GOOD POEMS

Peter Vertacnik has curated Forgotten Good Poems on the Twitter (X) platform for many years. Calling it Just good poems the world seems to have forgotten (and should read) he has managed to introduce followers of the site to a very wide variety of poems that have, through time, slipped under the radar of many poetry readers. It has been a cosmopolitan selection, accompanied by clear images of individual poems by writers from a variety of backgrounds. He has done much to reignite an interest in poets who he feels, and I mostly agree with him, deserve a wider audience.

These poets come from a variety of backgrounds. There are American poets whose audience deserves to be wider, such as Fred Chappell, N. Scott Momaday and William H. Dickey. Canadian poets featured include Steven Heighton, Gwendolyn MacEwen and Charles Bruce. Irish poets Tom Duddy, John Hewitt and Gerard Fanning share a space with English poets Vernon Scannell, E. J. Scovell and Lawrence Sail. There are poets from Scotland (Maurice Lindsay) and Wales (Paul Henry and R. S. Thomas) as well as Australian poets (David Malouf and James McAuley) and the Jamaican poet Anthony McNeill.

An anthology winnowed from these selections would make an enticing collection.

ASSES OF PARNASSUS

All of the poems below first appeared in the Asses of Parnassus, a Tumblr-based blog devoted to short poems and edited by Canadian poet, Brooke Clark whose own collection of poems Ubanities (Fitzhenry & Whiteside, 2020) also contains many brief poems. These are poems, as Reader’s Guide below puts it, in the tradition of Martial, Herrick, Nims, Cope, Cunningham, a tradition that merges formal exactitude with concision and wit. The work of Martial, Herrick and Cunningham is featured in distinct posts on this site. The humorous and irreverent approach of the Asses of Parnassus site is illustrated with the Tumblr avatar (see image right), a detail of an etching – originally entitled Hasta su abuelo (And so was his grandfather) – from Los caprichos (The Caprices), a set of prints created by the Spanish artist Francisco Goya in 1797–1798. The poems chosen reflect, in a contemporary manner, Goya’s condemnation of the universal follies and foibles of the Spanish society in which he lived.

The Asses of Parnassus not only features a multitude of translations (in rhyme) from Greek and Latin authors, in particular plenty of rude, witty and scurrilous barbs from Martial and Catullus, but also promotes the work of many of the finest practitioners of the art of the epigram today, writers as diverse as Jerome Betts, Robin Helweg-Larsen, Bruce Bennett, David and Daniel Galef, Damian Balassone, Susan McLean, Alexandra Oliver and, of course, Peter Vertacnik.

Brief Poems by Peter Vertacnik

Conscience

Though you don’t hear me with your ears,
I speak as lucidly as mirrors.
My voice maintains a constant call,
Which most obey, but never all.

***

Concerning Pedestals

Our would-be leaders shift and whisper, nervous,
As their dead forebears topple in the street:
“Surely we’ve done nothing to deserve this.
Everyone’s free to grovel at our feet.”

***

Reader’s Guide

Some lines illuminate, dissect, or slam
(See Martial, Herrick, Nims, Cope, Cunningham).
Each forged for you—old, middle-aged, and younger—
In sharp, recurrent verse. Like pangs of hunger.

***

Standardized

Numb hours of teaching to the test,
And hours more of silent filling,
Filling of bubbles. A bored unrest
Of minds, compliant though not willing.

Seasonal Change

Each autumn now feels warmer,
And our maple’s leaves less bright
On the branch that scrapes the dormer,
Keeping me up at night.

***

Hyperopia

Youth’s hard to see, until we’ve seen it through.
Only old eyes can recognize what’s new.

***

“Why Are We Doing This?”

for my students

Each day you’ll grasp a little more,
Something you haven’t seen before.
And as new skills and knowledge link,
You’ll learn not what but how to think.

***

Accolade

What is the most sought poet’s prize?
That what you scan now with your eyes
Tomorrow you may memorize.

***

Dial Tone

Seems strange to miss this barren baritone
Once known to all, and by all overthrown;
To miss, whenever I pick up my phone
And make a call, the barely noticed drone
That spoke of reaching out, of being alone.

Final Illness

The medicines have ceased to make him stronger;
He takes them to stay weak a little longer.

***

Malpractice

“Of course one must be cleansed of mortal sin
In order to receive the Eucharist.”
Yet what humane physician would insist
Only the healed ingest his medicine?

***

Nomenclature

Though names may alter—graveyards, cemeteries,
Memorial parks—the function never varies.

***

Patient

He wasn’t dead; nor was he tougher.
What hadn’t killed him made him suffer.

***

American Medicine

Another pill: devised to heal,
Or coddle those afraid to feel?

***

All poems © Peter Vertacnik. Reprinted by permission of the author.
All poems first published on the Asses of Parnassus blog.

LINKS

The Peter Vertacnik website.

The Twitter (X) account of Peter Vertacnik.

Forgotten Good Poems.

The Asses of Parnassus blog.

Peter Vertacnik wins the twenty-third New Criterion Poetry Prize.

The Amazon page for The Nature of Things Fragile.

The Encounter Books page for The Nature of Things Fragile.

All poems © Peter Vertacnik. Reprinted by permission of the author.
All poems first published on the Asses of Parnassus blog.