Boondall Wetlands Ginko

On Sunday, ten of us embraced our haiku spirit and the natural wonder of the Boondall Wetlands as we set off on our Autumn Ginko. The sky was endless blue and the wind had a crispness to it… as did the poems that were shared after our time spent walking / sitting / dreaming. There is such a warmth and sense of kinship amongst the group… a sense of togetherness and discovery that is truly inspiring.

I hope that feeling shines through in these poems and that they give you the same inner sparkle that I get each time I read them.

Thank you also to Cindy Keong for her always stunning photography… already looking forward to our winter walk at Slaughter Falls.

wetlands grasses clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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self-guided tour, making a note to learn how

(Chris Lynch)

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sunlit grass
my eye loses the way

(Roger Callen)

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on the shorebirds turf
a crab filters mud

(Andy Smerdon)

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pelican rising clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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to kill the mosquito
he slaps my face gently

(Matt Hetherington)

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some tree species show every bump of the cyclist

(Andrew Phillips)

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stingless bee
the old man
picks a flower

(Jonathan Hadwen)

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crow poet clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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after the poets leave the crow comes

(John Wainwright)

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daydreaming
further and further
off-track

(Cindy Keong)

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river mouth
my brother’s infected toe

(David Stavanger)

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Shisan: My Aching Back (Link #4 – #5)

I put the call out for an inventive moon verse and 13 poets delivered!

In the 18 poems I had to consider, the moon was seen in grandpa’s shaving mirror and stuck up a tree; it was gravy smeared, radiating, spilling milk; it was both full and crescent; it was smashed bone china, a woman’s navel, old paint tins, watercolour strokes; it was dusting the path, riding the storm, destroying the landscape; it was with and without a song.

It was wonderful to see the moon is no many different ways… so which way did I leap?

Well there were many poems that continued to pull at me long after reading, but in the end, I narrowed my focus to these three:

For its sparseness and clarity…

stuck up a tree
winter moon

(Andy Smerdon)

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For its agelessness and its ability to age…

grandpa’s shaving mirror
another winter moon

(Chris Lynch)

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For its use of humour and colour…

gravy smears the dinner plate
winter moon

(Lee-Anne Davie)

Narrowing it down to one has been a struggle, but the poem must move forward… and to move it forward, I have chosen Lee-Anne’s ‘gravy moon’. I went with Lee-Anne’s as the gravy smeared plate linked so inventively back to the drop cloth and its roll of catching the paint.

Before I move on I do want to respond to Mal’s query about the need to use ‘winter moon’ in its entirety. While the 3 poems I narrowed things down to all do this, it is most certainly not a requirement. This is important to clarify as we move through the poem and to other verses such as link #7, spring blossom.

So now the call is open for Link #53 lines, without any seasonal reference. This leaves plenty of room for experimentation, but be sure to read back through the poem to avoid repetition of any images such as trees, leaves and darkness as they are already strongly represented in the poem.

Leap boldly!

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My Aching Back: Shisan
Started: 15 May 2013 – Finished:
Written between: Matt Hetherington, Lyndon Norton, Ashley Capes, Lee-Anne Davie

Side 1jo – preface

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku (autumn)

my aching back
a leaf falls
from a branch

(Matt Hetherington)

Link #2 (2 lines) – wakiku (autumn)

as I put down the rake
the sky darkens

(Lyndon Norton)

Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan (non seasonal)

in the shed
removing a dropcloth
from old paintings

(Ashley Capes)

Side 2ha part one – development

Link #4 (2 lines) – winter  moon

gravy smears the dinner plate
winter moon

(Lee-Anne Davie)

Link #5 (3 lines) – non seasonal
Link #6 (2 lines) – non seasonal

Side 3ha part two – intensification

Link #7 (3 lines) – spring blossom
Link #8 (2 lines) – spring
Link #9 (3 lines) – non seasonal

Side 4kyu – finale

Link #10 (2 lines)- non seasonal, love verse
Link #11 (3 lines) – non seasonal, love verse
Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku (summer)

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Walking the Wetlands

Sunday was a glorious day for a ginko (haiku walk) and the Boondall Wetlands are a truly beautiful place to let yourself sink into a haiku headspace. I will be posting more about the ginko in the next few days, along with poems from the group, but for now, here’s a few poems composed while walking the wetlands.

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[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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river mud
I look into
my future

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clouds pass
flashing the salt bush
back to red

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wetlands path - clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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off the track
a new track
of trampled vines

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autumn wind
the kite I cannot see
whistles

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Shisan: My Aching Back (Links #3 – #4)

Response to Link #3 (the daisan):

Again, let me first thank the five poets who jumped in and offered their words for the daisan. Without you, their is no moving forward. And each of these poems offers a way forward…

In re-reading the hokku and the wakiku, I have made the decision to flip the order of the images in Lyndon’s verse. For me, this adds an even greater musicality to the poem.

So now to the daisan, the break away verse…

Ashley moves us inside the shed, where we (almost immediately?) assume the rake was stored, only to find ourselves removing a dropcloth from some old paintings. This discovery adds a richness to the image and successfully shifts us away from the earthiness of leaves and raking.

Lee-Anne moves us inside behind venetian blinds, where in the darkness, she comes to the realisation, there are many moons.

[I want to take the time to point out that while this is image works well on its own, it brings the moon into the poem one verse too soon, as Link #4 calls for an appearance (or at least the hint of an appearance) from the winter moon.]

Andy places us at lizard height on the road, with the echo of oncoming traffic rippling in our ears.

Mal, sounds a seemingly distant siren as the cold metal burns and Cindy introduces a second person to the poem, then tears the breath from our chest as words are left to hang in the crisp night air.

I tossed and turned between two of these poems, but in the end, settled on Ashley’s ‘in the shed’ for its elegant twist.

This means the call is now open for Link #4 – 2 lines winter moon. The moon is a powerful force in haiku and has been called on to do a lot of work in the first 100 years of English language haiku, so let’s leap boldly in the search for a unique take on the moon as it enters the winter sky (and our shisan).

Enjoy!

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My Aching Back: Shisan
Started: 15 May 2013 – Finished:
Written between: Matt Hetherington, Lyndon Norton, Ashley Capes

Side 1jo – preface

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku (autumn)

my aching back
a leaf falls
from a branch

(Matt Hetherington)

Link #2 (2 lines) – wakiku (autumn)

as I put down the rake
the sky darkens

(Lyndon Norton)

Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan (non seasonal)

in the shed
removing a dropcloth
from old paintings

(Ashley Capes)

Side 2ha part one – development

Link #4 (2 lines) – winter  moon
Link #5 (3 lines) – non seasonal
Link #6 (2 lines) – non seasonal

Side 3ha part two – intensification

Link #7 (3 lines) – spring blossom
Link #8 (2 lines) – spring
Link #9 (3 lines) – non seasonal

Side 4kyu – finale

Link #10 (2 lines)- non seasonal, love verse
Link #11 (3 lines) – non seasonal, love verse
Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku (summer)

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Autumn Ginko at Boondall Wetlands

Tomorrow, I will be will be trekking around the gorgeous Boondall Wetlands with ten other haiku enthusiasts on our autumn ginko.

boondall_wetlands

If the weather stays like it is today – early 20′s and endless blue – it is going to be beautiful to be near the water in a haiku state of mind. Here’s one that I have been rolling around in my head this morning…

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autumn light
promise we’ll see
each other again

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Shisan: My Aching Back (Links #1 – #2)

Responses to Link #2, the wakiku:

What an exciting beginning! Let me extend a hand of thanks to the seven poets who took the leap and offered their words for the wakiku. It is in the offering that we build community and I look forward to being a part of this dynamic community as the poem builds. Thank you also to the readers… without you, our voice remains unheard / unread. You are a vital part of this shisan and I hope you stay with us as the poem grows.

Now, to the offerings.

There is such a diversity of images on offer, which makes the job of making a selection all the richer. From the lyrical shimmer of Mal’s ‘golden sentinels’ and John’s ‘scythe’ to the sharp brevity of Chloe’s ‘goosebumps’, the words on offer add their own dimension to the colour and ache that is at the heart of Matt’s hokku.

Lyndon (El Norto) adds a sense of time (and slaving) and places the pain inducing rake squarely in hand; Ashley adds a mystery to the falling leaf, with her fine first line ‘the message in code’ which links beautifully back to the leaf and on to the movement of the bird; Trish introduces a drunk uncle and their shadows; and Andy adds an ache to the eyes as breath leaves the chest.

Such riches to leap into… Where did I land?

For its tightness of link, I have chosen Lyndon’s ‘the sky darkens’ with one minor edit – the addition of ‘as’ at the beginning of the second line to strengthen the run on effect of the lines. This now means the call is open for link #3, the daisan.

This is where the playfulness begins, as the daisan is seen as the first big leap and functions as a break away poem in the shisan. What we are looking for is a verse that takes us in a new direction, without fracturing the spell of the poem. So dream big and leap boldly.

Happy Friday to you all,

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My Aching Back: Shisan
Started: 15 May 2013 – Finished:
Written between: Matt Hetherington, Lyndon Norton

Side 1jo – preface

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku (autumn)

my aching back
a leaf falls
from a branch

(Matt Hetherington)

Link #2 (2 lines) – wakiku (autumn)

the sky darkens
as I put down the rake

(Lyndon Norton)

Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan (non seasonal)

Side 2ha part one – development

Link #4 (2 lines) – winter  moon
Link #5 (3 lines) – non seasonal
Link #6 (2 lines) – non seasonal

Side 3ha part two – intensification

Link #7 (3 lines) – spring blossom
Link #8 (2 lines) – spring
Link #9 (3 lines) – non seasonal

Side 4kyu – finale

Link #10 (2 lines)- non seasonal, love verse
Link #11 (3 lines) – non seasonal, love verse
Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku (summer)

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After the inventiveness and energy of the New Junicho – Between Thistles, I have decided to experiment with another form, the shisan, and open it up to anyone who wants to participate.

Here is a link to some reading on the shisan and a fine example composed by Barbara A Taylor and Vasile Moldovan.

To begin the poem (and give it its name), I have invited the soon-to-be Brisbane based Matt Hetherington to write the hokku (opening verse) and from there on in, the poem is wide open to contributions from anyone, anywhere. All you have to do is write a comment on the post with your suggested link. To make things easy to follow, I ask that everyone begins each comment with the number of the link they are writing, for example, link #2.

I will leave each link open for submission for roughly 36 hours before making a selection and adding it to the poem. Once a link has been added, you can then begin posting suggestions for the next link.

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So with Matt’s poem burning in the hokku position, the call is now open for link #2, the wakiku. The role of the wakiku, otherwise known as the flanking verse, is to closely support and amplify the hokku. It may examine the wider backdrop against which the action of the hokku is set, or focus in on a particular detail so as to provide further depth and tangibility.

I am already looking forward to reading your suggestions, so now… it’s over to you.

Leap boldly!

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zen garden buddha

zen garden
a wasp flies out
of Buddha’s nose

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Springsteen and his moments of miracle

Since seeing Springsteen in April, I have been completely under his spell… listening to every album in chronological order, including the box set Tracks and a handful of incredible bootlegs including Bruce and The E-Street Band Live at the Main Point in 1975 and at Winterland in 1979. Both contain there fair share of miracles… moments that make your skin tighten and your nervous system ignite. The version of E-Street Shuffle from 1975 is one of those moments; you can hear in every note that the band is playing for their lives and that Springsteen has everything to prove, everything to live and die for.

springsteen

I have also been reading Clinton Heylin’s compelling, E-Street Shuffle: The Glory Days of Bruce Springsteen and The E-Street Band. It is a superbly researched book that takes the reader deep into, the at times infuriatingly perfectionist world of Springsteen, from his early days with The Castilles up to the recording of Tunnel of Love and the end of the first E-Street era. And for the real buffs, it provides detailed notes on the 300 songs Springsteen penned during this time. It really is the work of a true aficionado.

One of the few issues I took with the book was Heylin’s final note; that the moments of miracle are fewer these days. Anyone who experienced the recent ‘Wrecking’ shows would attest to the fact that night after night, Springsteen continues to perform miracles. Maybe it is because audiences go expecting nothing less, and that these days Bruce and band are performing in much larger arenas that some of the subtle magic is lost. I can’t say for sure… but what I do know, is it wasn’t lost on me.

Here’s three moments of miracle from three different E-Street eras. Get your fill.

Now I am off to start reading Peter Ames Carlin’s ‘Bruce’.

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Cleansing Trucks with Poetry

A small fleet of cleansing trucks (formerly known as garbage trucks) will take poetry into some very unexpected places in the lead up to the Sydney Writers Festival which runs from May 20 – 26.

Eleven trucks are currently doing the rounds of Sydney’s streets adorned with poetry. This initiative takes the phrase ‘one man’s trash is another man’s treasure’ to new heights; transporting the words of 19 poets into the public arena, where it is hoped that many people will connect with the unique and arresting language of poetry.

The 19 poems featured are a wonderful mix of old and new; selected by festival guest, award-winning poet and novelist, Luke Davies.

Here’s a list of the poems doing the rounds and a promo video for the project:

• Rainer Maria Rilke (from “Archaic Torso of Apollo”) (tr: Stephen Mitchell)
• Gig Ryan (from “When I Consider”)
• Peter Porter (from “The Unicorn in Love”)
• Jessy Randall (“Why I had Children”)
• Martin Harrison (from “Walking Back from the Dam”)
• David Campbell (“Mothers and Daughters”)
• John Berryman (from “Eleven Addresses to the Lord”)
• W. B. Yeats (from “Vacillation”)
• Kevin Hart (from “Dark Bird”)
• Judith Wright (from “Sonnet”)
• Kay Ryan (“Fool’s Errands”)
• John Berryman (from “Op. posth. no. 13”)
• Laurie Duggan (from “Letter to John Forbes”)
• joanne burns (“revisionism”)
• John Berryman (from “Overseas Prayer”)
• Marilyn Hacker (“Villanelle for D.G.B.”)
• L. K. Holt (from “From Inside the MRI Scanner”)
• Judith Wright (from “Woman to Child”)
• S. K. Kelen (from “Reality Check”)

Let’s hope this idea is taken on nation wide… the clatter of the cleansing truck can use a little poetry to make it more palatable.

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World Haiku Anthology: A Vast Sky

On Friday night I received news that two of my haiku will be published in the new World Haiku Anthology: A Vast Sky. This follows acceptances in nothing in the window (Red Moon Anthology of English Language Haiku 2012) and Haiku in English: The First Hundred Years, making the past 6-months very successful.

Now, the only way to celebrate is with a new haiku (part vii in the Toddle series)…

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my son’s voice
breaking the spine
of his book

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Toddle (part vi)

the afternoon like a fragment
pollen colours the air
in every nose

you grab at mum’s skirt
bare your teeth and beg
for milk

the wind is sweet and rank
always is
the sky a hoarse throat reciting

there is silence after
the hunger in both
your bodies fold

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Toddle (part v)

You wake in the hour
before dawn, singing a route
through to our autumn room
where we swim
in a humid lake of sleep

each note, more famished
than the last, quickens
my pulse as I kick
from sleep’s shore to reach
you in the tidal dark.

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Seasonings: The Poetry of Food

The poetry calendar is beginning to burst as we enter the second half of the year and one of the events I am really excited about is Seasonings. This event brings together the best of food and poetry… two of my absolute passions in life.

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Queensland Poetry Festival has teamed up with one of Brisbane’s food innovators, Mondo Organics to curate an evening of fine dining and intimate poetry readings by Eleanor Jackson, Tiggy Johnson and this Lost Shark on Thursday June 20. Tickets for this event are priced at $110 and include a 3-course meal, wine and drinks, a special gift for every guest and of course an evening of words.

Seating is limited for this special, one-off evening, so don’t hesitate… it’s the perfect opportunity to treat yourself and a friend/loved one/lover, or if you are in the mood for a larger celebration, a table of 10 can be booked for the discounted price of $990.

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So if you are a lover of food and poetry, this one is for you. Tickets are now available from the QPF bookstore.

Date: Thursday 20th June
Time: 6:45pm for a 7pm start
Where: Mondo Organics, 166 Hardgrave Rd, West End

I am personally looking forward to the challenge of composing some new work for the night that in some way interacts with the menu… am salivating already.

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Toddle (part iv)

He toddles slowly up the back path
eyeing off the shade of the mulberry tree
where leaves have been raked
into boy-sized  mounds:

ageless and dreaming he throws
himself into the litter
whoops and kicks his legs
lusty and loud as any turkey.

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Toddle (part iii)

Once I could tell you what lasts:
stone, the pull and suck of tides
the countless acres of sky.

Now I am less certain.

Things do not stay
where they are put. The days spin
and burn out like stars.

What lasts?

I turn as the sun goes down
toward eyes that shine like small moons
and to all love’s senses I am woken.

There is nothing simpler, nothing more lasting than this.

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Toddle (part ii)

We bathe our son
a prayer for every part
as if washing him with song:

hair the colour of oats
slicked back from his face
and the eyes
knowing my mother calls them
bright as finches:

in them is the completeness
of life and love
words that survive silence.

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Toddle (part i)

for T.H.E

We’ve moved on
every day a little deeper
to a place where moments
are defined by the love in them

a place where another’s breath
could be my own
the profound breath of prayer
and joy is unpronounceable.

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Between Thistles: Variation #4 by John Wainwright

After Chloe’s exploration of humour in variation #3, John has countered with an exploration of  the darker moments the poem conjured. While the first half of the poem is similar to the original, the second half breaks new ground and shifts the tome of the poem dramatically. And as John so aptly pointed out in his email to me, ‘Andy’s three word verse (link #10) is a statement covering a decade and the full spectrum of Australian politics’.

So much to enjoy here…

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Between Thistles: A New Junicho
Started: 12 April 2013 – Finished: 30 April 2013
Written between: Ashley Capes, Chloë Callistemon, Cindy Keong, Chris Lynch, John Wainwright, Andrew Phillips, Rachael Briggs, Andy Smerdon, Lee-Anne Davie, Trish Reid

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku / shasei

between thistles
the crane’s
Egyptian walk

(Ashley Capes)

Link #2 (2 lines) – waki / cultural (literature)

she hushes the bundle
in a river basket

(Andrew Phillips)

Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan / cultural (film)

fan rotors beat
The End
to the smell of napalm

(Chloe Callistemon)

Link #4 (2 lines) – verse / shasei

recycling at 2:30am
moonlight on bitumen

(Chris Lynch)

Link #5 (3 lines) – verse / shasei

moth seeks out
only dark spaces
tired I turn off the light

(Trish Reid)

Link #6 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (art)

Caravaggio fades in from black
is that a pallet knife?

(John Wainwright)

Link #7 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (religion)

he makes the sign
with crossed fingers
crucifix

(Lee-Anne Davie)

Link #8 (2 lines) – verse / gendai

remorse-
a bouquet of verbs

(Cindy Keong)

Link #9 (3 lines) – verse / gendai

floods and locusts
here come the horsemen
swine flew

(Rachael Briggs)

Link #10 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (politics)

overboard
opportunity drifts

(Andy Smerdon)

Link #11 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (music)

bind your soul
to the beast that waits
at the crossroads

(Andy Smerdon)

Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku / shasei

in rifle sight
my enemy’s eyes

(Chris Lynch)

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Between Thistles: Variation #3 by Chloë Callistemon

Between Thistles has grown into something much more than the sum of its and continues to be one of the most exciting writing projects I have been involved with. This variation has been curated by Chloë Callistemon. Chloe’s variation is an experiment in tone; it explores the sense of playfulness and humour that bubbled beneath the surface of the poem.

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Between Thistles: A New Junicho
Started: 12 April 2013 – Finished: 30 April 2013
Written between: Ashley Capes, Chloë Callistemon, Cindy Keong, Chris Lynch, John Wainwright, Andrew Phillips and Rachael Briggs

 

between thistles
the crane’s
Egyptian walk

(Ashley Capes)

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Out! Damn dog
brought the bloody river home!

(John Wainwright)

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Gambon with a fork
of Mirren’s lover
light spools a feast

(Chloë Callistemon)

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recycling at 2:30am
moonlight on bitumen

(Chris Lynch)

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sleepless night
tossing and turning
the same thought

(Cindy Keong)

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bad Saturn! put it down!
Goya should paint a bell on him

(Rachael Briggs)

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the dog tears up
the holy book
without reading it

(Andrew Phillips)

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the tollway flickers
another promise

(Ashley Capes)

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futuristic finches
genetically modified
themselves

(Rachael Briggs)

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Mr Rabbit, the Red Queen,
or Mad Katter’s tea party

(John Wainwright)

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snort awake
to the boom
of Beethoven’s cannon

(Chloë Callistemon)

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Wee Jock leaves his mark
down by the bulrushes

(John Wainwright)

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Between Thistles: Variation #2 by Cindy Keong

It has been exciting to have variations on Between Thistles arrive in my inbox these past few days… so many roads left unexplored in the original that these remixes are discovering. Here is Cindy Keong’s remix to kick start your Friday night.

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Between Thistles: A New Junicho
Started: 12 April 2013 – Finished: 30 April 2013
Written between: Ashley Capes, Chloë Callistemon, Cindy Keong, Chris Lynch, Vuong Pham, Trish Reid and Lee-Anne Davie

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku / shasei

between thistles
the crane’s
Egyptian walk

(Ashley Capes)

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Link #2 (2 lines) – waki / cultural (literature)

Out! Damn dog
brought the bloody river home!

(John Wainwright)

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Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan / cultural (film)

a gecko
makes the theatre
more Australian

(Vuong Pham)

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Link #4 (2 lines) – verse / shasei

recycling at 2:30am
moonlight on bitumen

(Chris Lynch)

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Link #5 (3 lines) – verse / shasei

possums on the roof
a sudden clap
of thunder

(Cindy Keong)

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Link #6 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (art)

Van Gogh hears
the light in each stroke

(Lee-Anne Davie)

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Link #7 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (religion)

winter solitude
the garden angel
frost covered

(Vuong Pham)

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Link #8 (2 lines) – verse / gendai

the tollway flickers
another promise

(Ashley Capes)

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Link #9 (3 lines) – verse / gendai

fever sweats
the memory of glaciers
fading…

(Chris Lynch)

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Link #10 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (politics)

global warming
my GUCCI wallet cracks

(Vuong Pham)

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Link #11 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (music)

second chord
of the Elgar
snaps my bow

(Chloe Callistemon)

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Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku / shasei

songs-many tongued-
mend the sun

(Trish Reid)

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Between Thistles: Variation #1 by Chris Lynch

When Between Thistles came to an end, I invited each of the participating poets to revisit the poems on offer (all 100+ suggested links) with a view to curating their own version. My aim was for this to show the depth of writing on offer and to explore the many roads this poem left unexplored. Chris Lynch has risen to the challenge, so here is his variation on the New Junicho, Between Thistles.

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Between Thistles: A New Junicho
Started: 12 April 2013 – Finished: 30 April 2013
Written between: Ashley Capes, Andrew Phillips, Chloë Callistemon, Phillip Ellis, Cindy Keong, Rachael Briggs, Chris Lynch, Dhyan, Trish Reid, and Andy Smerdon

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku / shasei

between thistles
the crane’s
Egyptian walk

(Ashley Capes)

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Link #2 (2 lines) – waki / cultural (literature)

she hushes the bundle
in a river basket

(Andrew Phillips)

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Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan / cultural (film)

fan rotors beat
The End
to the smell of napalm

(Chloë Callistemon)

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Link #4 (2 lines) – verse / shasei

summer showers
fan the Gold Coast

(Phillip Ellis)

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Link #5 (3 lines) – verse / shasei

possums on the roof
a sudden clap
of thunder

(Cindy Keong)

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Link #6 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (art)

bad Saturn! put it down!
Goya should paint a bell on him

(Rachael Briggs)

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Link #7 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (religion)

meditating
the old jizo ignores
his red beanie

(Chris Lynch)

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Link #8 (2 lines) – verse / gendai

damn!
nothing happens.

(Dhyan)

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Link #9 (3 lines) – verse / gendai

she misses his cheek
mouth wanders
off

(Trish Reid)

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Link #10 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (politics)

a new man rises
such rough beast

(Phillip Ellis)

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Link #11 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (music)

to have been
two hands clapping
with Freddie

(Chloë Callistemon)

*

Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku / shasei

beneath bare feet
mud squelches

(Andy Smerdon)

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On Joy and Sorrow

QLD Poetry Festival’s ‘Artistic Director’, Sarah Gory, recently invited a number of Australian poets to respond to a handful of questions that explore the wild landscapes of Joy and Sorrow. This interview series, named for Kahlil Gibran’s famous poem in which he artfully says that joy and sorrow are two sides of the same coin, was inspired by the ‘on beauty‘ series that Lemon Hound are currently running.

On Joy and Sorrow

In inviting us to participate, Sarah has encouraged us to open up about how we as poets interact with the emotions we are often accused of ‘evoking’. Living with and responding to these questions was a genuinely moving experience, so I hope there is something in these responses to carry with you… So here I am, talking ‘On Joy and Sorrow.’

And while you are reading, I recommend exploring the responses of Betsy Turcot and Matt Hetherington; there is much to revel in.

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Recordings and other things…

I have been in Junicho heaven this past couple of weeks and as a result have held off posting some of the other things that I have been up to. So here’s a few bits and bobs that you might enjoy checking out…

betweengiantsweb

Between April 15 and 19, good friend and fine poet Ashley Capes launched his book between giants via his blog, with five days of guest readings and a handful of videos. I was honoured to read one of Ashley’s poems ‘man about town‘ to kick off the blog launch. Here’s a link to my reading of man about town and while you are there, be sure to check out the readings by Robbie Coburn, Jane Williams, Mark William Jackson and Ashley himself. And if you like what you hear, why not grab a copy of between giants.

Little Raven

I was also a recent featured writer at fine publishers of erotic fiction and poetry, Little Raven. They published my poem Piano and invited me to record a version of it for the site. You can listen to and read the poem here.

qpf

I have also been chatting to the organisers of Brisbane’s regular poetry gigs as part of a series called Live and Local. These are the people who work tirelessly behind the scenes to keep Brisbane’s poetry community vibrant. You can read the first two interviews I have done with Tony Mutton organiser of Poetry Open Words and The Reverend Hellfire organiser of The Kurilpa Poets on the QLD Poetry Festival website.

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New Junicho: Between Thistles (Links #11 – #12)

With eighteen poems shared, Between Thistles is almost at an end… one selection remains, and again, I have been deliberating between a handful of the poems, reading each as the ageku to see how the image not only breaks new ground but allows us to briefly circle back to Ashley’s hokku, the evocative title poem, ‘between thistles’.

But before I go into detail about the 5 poems that have been sharing the place of the ageku, I want to thank everyone who has read and participated in our New Junicho. It has been one of the most exciting writing projects that I have taken part in. The energy and creativity that you have brought to the composition of this poem has been (in the most positive way) overwhelming. It has been a highlight of my day to check in with your responses and to watch this poem take shape. I will miss it, but there is still room for exploration… To everyone who participated, check your inboxes as I will be emailing you with an invitation to curate your own version of Between Thistles from the links submitted. I think it will be exciting to go back through each of the call outs and see where you may have taken the poem and to consider the many paths a poem like this can take.

Now, to the four poems that I have been considering for the ageku. The poems are, Lee-Anne’s ‘in the fading light’, Trish’s ‘songs-many-tongued’, Chloe’s ‘wind slips a tune’, Chris’s ‘in rifle sight’, and Andy’s ‘beneath bare feet’. Each of these poems leap daringly from John’s ‘Battle of Brighton’ and link us back to”between thistles’ and in doing so shift the feeling of the hokku; allowing us to read the poem with new insight.

Lee-Anne’s ‘in fading light’ gives closure to the battle we have left behind and in reading on, welcomes us to take a deeper look between the thistles where the Egyptian crane steps; the closing line ‘we study all that is’ singing with a deep sense of wabi.

Trish’s ‘songs-many-tongued’ offers such warmth; the idea that a diversity of voices singing in harmony can mend the sun enchanted me on first reading.

Chloe’s ‘wind slips a tune’ has a wonderful sense of lightness; the song beneath her feet adding music to each step of the crane.

Chris’s ‘in rifle sight’ refocuses the menace of the battle and leaves us eye to eye with an enemy. In reading on, the force of the word ‘enemy’ shifts the tone of the hokku, giving the crane a darker edge and bringing into focus another being between the thistles, hunted by the crane.

Andy’s ‘beneath bare feet’ gives the senses a real slap, as it is not only the feel of the mud that hits us here, it is the smell, the sound and the visual of the feet disappearing. This, like Chloe’s poem, connects us to the crane as it steps between thistles.

Each of these poems make a wonderful addition to the Junicho, but it is time to make a choice… to close, I have selected the poem that creates the greatest shift in the tone of the hokku; ‘in rifle sight’ by Chris Lynch.

But as I said before… let’s not view this as an ending. I look forward to posting multiple versions of this New Junicho over the coming days.

I would love for you to share this poem widely, as it is the keeper of many riches.

*****

Between Thistles: A New Junicho
Started: 12 April 2013 – Finished: 30 April 2013
Written between:
Ashley Capes, Simon Kindt, Chloe Callistemon, Chris Lynch, Trish Reid, John Wainwright, Lee-Anne Davie, Andrew Phillips, Cindy Keong, Phillip Ellis,

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku / shasei

between thistles
the crane’s
Egyptian walk

(Ashley Capes)

Link #2 (2 lines) – waki / cultural (literature)

the noose of a circling skein
called down by Carver’s barreled goose

(Simon Kindt)

Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan / cultural (film)

fan rotors beat
The End
to the smell of napalm

(Chloe Callistemon)

Link #4 (2 lines) – verse / shasei

recycling at 2:30am
moonlight on bitumen

(Chris Lynch)

Link #5 (3 lines) – verse / shasei

moth seeks out
only dark spaces
tired I turn off the light

(Trish Reid)

Link #6 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (art)

Caravaggio fades in from black
is that a pallet knife?

(John Wainwright)

Link #7 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (religion)

he makes the sign
with crossed fingers
crucifix

(Lee-Anne Davie)

Link #8 (2 lines) – verse / gendai

global autumn
H5N1 migrates

(Andrew Phillips)

Link #9 (3 lines) – verse / gendai

waking up
with winter
beside me

(Cindy Keong)

Link #10 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (politics)

a new man rises
such rough beast

(Phillip Ellis)

Link #11 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (music)

the Mods won the
Battle of Brighton Beach
The Who?

(John Wainwright)

Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku / shasei

in rifle sight
my enemy’s eyes

(Chris Lynch)

* shasei – sketched from life – lived experience, observational, uncontrived.
* gendai – modernist – atypical structure, tone or content.

*****

Responses to Link #11:

The call for music went out and four poets came to play! The offerings from Chris, John, Andy and Chloe continue the energy of previous links and approach the concept of music from some wildly different viewpoints.

Chris looks out from the moshpit as the collision of bodies sends sparks flying skyward; John’s three poems move from the apocalyptic movement of ‘valkyrie ride’ (with a surge of Wagner) to the battle of Brighton Beach and the balls-out soundtrack of Daltrey, Townshend, Entwistle and Moon; Andy takes us to the crossroads where the finger-picked blues of Robert Johnson ‘herald the beast’; and Chloe takes us on a discordant musical odyssey where we clap along with Freddie Mercury, break with the beautiful force of Elgar and wake to Beethoven’s cannon.

Such a diverse musical trip! One that has enriched my Sunday afternoon and taken our Junicho on one last turn before we reach our destination. So where did I leap to? I couldn’t resist the Battle of Brighton Beach, as it’s quite possibly the most playful take on a battle I have ever encountered. This selection welcomes John back into the poem and opens the call for the ageku, link #12.

For the ageku, we are looking for 2 lines of natural imagery / lived experience that continues the movement of the poem and in some way connects us back with the opening image. I plan to leave this link open for submission until 6pm Tuesday April 30 to give everyone ample time to pen their final offerings.

This poem has provided such a wonderful sense of community, so I hope that you all come out to play one last time.

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Brisbane New Voices IV Now Available

The magic that was the launch of Brisbane New Voices IV on Tuesday night is still thrumming in my veins… for those of you who were not able to make it and want to secure yourself one of the few copies remaining, you can now do so via the Another Lost Shark Store. Just click on the cover below…

BNV IV Cover

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New Junicho: Between Thistles (Links #9 – #10)

Responses to Link #10:

It was a thrill to see the energy of the gendai phase continue; the verse on offer for link #10 vary from the wonderfully  satirical, ‘Mad Katter’s tea party’ (John) and ‘budgie’s snuggle’ (Trish), through the razor sharp political commentary of ‘a new man rises’ (Phillip), the deep resonance of ‘soldier biscuits for sale’ (Chris) and the natural beauty of ‘election promises’ (Vuong).

After reading each poem multiple times, I became overwhelmed at the state of politics in our nation. Such is the power of so many of the links submitted; and in this power lies possibility. The Junicho would be richer for the addition of many of these poems, but there must be one that owns the 10th position and propels us towards an ending…

There are two poems that I have juggled for a number of hours now; placing each one into the Junicho, reading and re-reading the complete poem and then considering where it could lead us… the two poems are Chris’s ‘soldier biscuits for sale’  and Phillip’s ‘a new man rises’. In making my choice, I have decided to go with the directness of Phillip’s link and the energy it generates in leaping forward from Cindy’s ‘waking up’. The use of the word rises is the engine that propels this poem and while I might be showing my political leanings with this selection, this startling image confirmed my fear of the long winter we may wake to post the upcoming federal election…

I will, however, make one edit to the poem, and that is the removal of the brackets around the second line. It is my belief that the poem works more powerfully without them.

So with link #10 decided, link #11 is now open. Link #11 completes the six cultural links by calling for 3 lines with a music reference. After witnessing the uninhibited energy of Black Sabbath last night, I am eager to hear how each of you will make your words sing.

Take the leap and spread the word…

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Between Thistles: A New Junicho
Started: 12 April 2013 – Finished:
Written between:
Ashley Capes, Simon Kindt, Chloe Callistemon, Chris Lynch, Trish Reid, John Wainwright, Lee-Anne Davie, Andrew Phillips, Cindy Keong, Phillip Ellis,

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku / shasei

between thistles
the crane’s
Egyptian walk

(Ashley Capes)

Link #2 (2 lines) – waki / cultural (literature)

the noose of a circling skein
called down by Carver’s barreled goose

(Simon Kindt)

Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan / cultural (film)

fan rotors beat
The End
to the smell of napalm

(Chloe Callistemon)

Link #4 (2 lines) – verse / shasei

recycling at 2:30am
moonlight on bitumen

(Chris Lynch)

Link #5 (3 lines) – verse / shasei

moth seeks out
only dark spaces
tired I turn off the light

(Trish Reid)

Link #6 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (art)

Caravaggio fades in from black
is that a pallet knife?

(John Wainwright)

Link #7 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (religion)

he makes the sign
with crossed fingers
crucifix

(Lee-Anne Davie)

Link #8 (2 lines) – verse / gendai

global autumn
H5N1 migrates

(Andrew Phillips)

Link #9 (3 lines) – verse / gendai

waking up
with winter
beside me

(Cindy Keong)

Link #10 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (politics)

a new man rises
such rough beast

(Phillip Ellis)

Link #11 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (music)
Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku / shasei

* shasei – sketched from life – lived experience, observational, uncontrived.
* gendai – modernist – atypical structure, tone or content.

*****

Response to Link #9:

I am just home after two massive nights of poetry (one launching Brisbane New Voices IV, which I will share details of very soon), and am eager to keep the Junicho moving. That said, my eyes are finding it hard to focus, so tonight, I am going to keep it brief…

Again, I have been swept away by the playful energy of the poems on offer for link #9. I have been checking in regularly and this gendai section has given me a genuine rush.

Many of these poems have seeded themselves in my brain, keeping me company and filling my head with their wildness. Several, will remain there for a long time… such is their resonance.

These poems include, Trish’s ‘she misses his cheek’, Cindy’s ‘waking up’, Chris’s ‘fever sweats’ and John’s uproarious, ‘number nine’.

So which one has made the leap into Between Thistles… for link #9 I have decided to wake up with winter and in doing so, welcome Cindy into the Junicho.

This means, we are now calling for link #10 – 2 lines with a political theme. I’ve got a feeling this one is going to keep the freewheeling energy of the last two links!

Leap boldly,

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Brisbane New Voices IV: Mother by Vuong Pham

With one sleep remaining until Brisbane New Voices IV makes its way in to the world, I am excited to give you a ‘first taste’ from Vuong Pham’s micro-collection, Refugee Prayer. Vuong’s work is deeply spiritual and celebrates the strength of the human spirit. Mother is the opening poem from his collection, and it too, sets the tone for the remainder of the work. I think you will find the honesty and sense of hope that drives this poem will resonate with you long after reading…

Last tickets can be purchased for tomorrow night’s launch here.

BNV IV Refugee Prayer

Mother

I know now, as I did in my childhood wonder
that my mother dreamed of a paradise
one unbound by war and exodus.

On the living room carpet we sit
I pluck her grey hairs and ask:
‘Mother, what ever was your passion in life?’
She smiles—that eternal smile
a question suspended in mid-air.
Her neck tilts like a sunflower
too heavy to meet the sky.

Gardening is the reply I expect.
My mind’s eye turns to childhood, to shadows
stirring beneath star fruit trees
rows of cherry tomatoes growing over fences
a call to supper while sleeping
amongst lotus-dotted ponds.

‘Teaching was my passion,’ she says, ‘high school.’
I smile in agreement. And as I do
jigsaw-puzzle pieces of memory
lock together, my past made whole.
‘A literacy teacher,’ I exclaim,
she smiles, remembering with excitement
the moment I arrived home from school
with a certificate of improved literacy.

I continue to pluck her grey hairs
our conversation lingers on
as the soft daylight illuminates us.
I know now, as I did in my childhood wonder
about mother’s youth, before the bloodshed in Saigon.

I picture her driving a yellow scooter
on the road to school, the freedom
of her hair, a glimmering smile; spiriting past
street markets, the soothing aromas
of Pho and lychee tea; that familiar
crescendo of rickshaws, bicycles and scooters;
landscapes of water buffalo, ploughing
the flooded paddies from cloud to cloud; each one
picturesque from her classroom window; and all of which
was the city she will no longer call home.

More grey hairs fall, the past realigns itself and
I know now, as I did in my childhood wonder
that the teaching legacy passed down to me—
I knew the responsibilities of providing
for her children outweighed
university-degree teaching aspirations.
That in mind, I tell her:
‘Mother, this week I taught my students Wordsworth
saw thousands of daffodils and thought of you.’
She smiles and I’m taken back to a halcyon-time
in childhood that reminds how she stitched floral
pyjamas, tablecloths, bedsheets together
using a sewing machine for less than $5 an hour
to afford rice, pork, Asian vegetables
and help pay for my tuition
so I could learn to spell ‘persistent’ correctly—
praying that I might speak an unbroken English tongue
and never be confined
to the labours of factories.

I know now, as I did in my childhood wonder
what it must’ve been to mother, there
among the refugee boat’s thrum, the faces
of Saigon watching—eyeballs ribboned with flames
incandescent, a disorder of diaspora animate
in the missile storm.

The homeland was a mist, the cerulean
depths of sea stirred on the horizon like some agitated womb
boats wet as one long vowel, as the city crumbled
and my mother among them fled
with nothing but me, growing inside.

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Brisbane New Voices IV: Women and Cars by Trudie Murrell

With the launch of Brisbane New Voices IV only two days away (Tuesday April 23), the excitement is building like a storm. Once again, if you are anywhere near this fine city of Brisbane, I hope that you are able to join us on the Riverbend Books deck as we welcome this collection into the world. Tickets are selling fast, but there are still some available here.

As part of the ‘build up’, I want to share a ‘first taste’ from both poet’s collections. So let’s start with Trudie and the title poem from her debut micro-collection, Women and Cars. This poem kick starts the collection and its freewheeling energy resonates throughout the remainder of the poems. For me, it is one of those poems that once read/heard, is never forgotten.

BNV IV Women and Cars

 

Women and Cars

For three generations the women
of my family have held
an abiding love for their cars.

No trading up or trading in
for this lot. They name their cars
Bathsheba, Aphrodite, Boadicea, Regina.

Call on them, count on them
trust and depend, festoon them
with tokens of adoration
because their cars are the opposite
of their men.

It’s not about speed
or even prestige —
I don’t think any of us
has owned a car with more
than four cylinders.

It’s about freedom.

A car can mean a quick get away
or at least a change of scene.
It doesn’t matter what
sort of a day you’ve had —

maybe your man
didn’t come home again
or got drunk or dropped dead
or fucked your friend on your favourite sheets —
Egyptian cotton, fantastic thread count
and now you’ve got to burn them.

It doesn’t matter, you still have Cleopatra
the 1973 2-door Celica
and if you have a car you’re free.

It’s a little room
a place where you can go
play loud music and watch things slide by
until you’re somewhere else.

Maybe there’s a touch of the
gypsy in us – we’ve  just traded the horse
for horsepower.

So the next time you see a clapped out shit box
beetling down the highway
woman behind the wheel singing like she means it
kids strapped in the back while the crayons and
board game pieces roll about the floor
forming alliances and rifts
with every undulation of the road

give the lady a wave.

She’s probably one of my mob and even though
she’s barely pushing 100 km/h, in her head she’s flying.
She’s going somewhere, anywhere
and believe me
she’s free.

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New Junicho: Between Thistles (Links #7 – #8)

Responses to link #8:

With 20+ poems on offer for this link, I don’t feel I am able to do them all justice in a single response, so instead of responding to each poem, I felt it would be best to first, share some of my own thoughts on gendai haiku and then share the 3 poems that elbowed their way to the final shortlist.

First of all, here is another enlightening link with regards gendai haiku: http://gendaihaiku.com/.

To quote from Shiki, ‘Haiku advances only when it departs from the traditional style’, and so it is that gendai haiku provides one way forward for the form, welcoming innovation and encouraging writers (as Martin Lucas so elegantly put it in his essay, Haiku as Poetic Spell) to embrace the ‘little awkwardnesses’ and to resist the pressures towards conformity, complacency and mere competence. As well as the wealth of information that is available at Gendai Haiku, I also recommend immersing yourself in journals such as Roadrunner and Presence. Both journals continue to publish groundbreaking work; work that challenges the traditional paradigm.

And for me, reading has always been the way forward… to read and have an awareness of groundbreaking work is to be one step closer to writing it.

What I loved most about the offerings for link #8, was the freedom of their spirit. I thank you all for your innovation and sense of playfulness… to me, both are vital to the art of haiku.

While many of the poems here would add a richness to the Junicho – Rachael’s wildly stitched together words and Trish and Lee-Anne’s intense use of colour – there are three that continue to pull me deeper into their realm. The 3 poems, in no particular order are, Andrew’s ‘global autumn’, Dhyan’s ‘damn!’ and Cindy’s ‘remorse’. Each of these embraces the spirit of gendai and offers a unique way forward for the poem. They are playful, provocative and brimming with possibility.

So which way did I leap?

I couldn’t resist  flying into the swirling genetics of Andrew’s ‘global autumn’.

This means link #9 is now open! For link #9 We remain in the world of gendai haiku, so keep the freewheeling words coming… this time, we are looking for three lines.

Enjoy!

*****

Between Thistles: A New Junicho
Started: 12 April 2013 – Finished:
Written between:
Ashley Capes, Simon Kindt, Chloe Callistemon, Chris Lynch, Trish Reid, John Wainwright, Lee-Anne Davie

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku / shasei

between thistles
the crane’s
Egyptian walk

(Ashley Capes)

Link #2 (2 lines) – waki / cultural (literature)

the noose of a circling skein
called down by Carver’s barreled goose

(Simon Kindt)

Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan / cultural (film)

fan rotors beat
The End
to the smell of napalm

(Chloe Callistemon)

Link #4 (2 lines) – verse / shasei

recycling at 2:30am
moonlight on bitumen

(Chris Lynch)

Link #5 (3 lines) – verse / shasei

moth seeks out
only dark spaces
tired I turn off the light

(Trish Reid)

Link #6 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (art)

Caravaggio fades in from black
is that a pallet knife?

(John Wainwright)

Link #7 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (religion)

he makes the sign
with crossed fingers
crucifix

(Lee-Anne Davie)

Link #8 (2 lines) – verse / gendai

global autumn
H5N1 migrates

(Andrew Phillips)

Link #9 (3 lines) – verse / gendai
Link #10 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (politics)
Link #11 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (music)
Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku / shasei

* shasei – sketched from life – lived experience, observational, uncontrived.
* gendai – modernist – atypical structure, tone or content.

*****

Responses to Link #7:

Again, I have been swept away by the energy of this poem and the poets who have stepped up to the ‘link #7 plate’ and had a swing…

Vuong starts proceedings with a small handful of poems, beginning with the warmth of dawn and a blessing, moving to the chill of winter and the exposed garden angel and arriving at, for me, the finest of his three poems, ‘searching for truth’. This image continues to resonate with me; the gentle movement of a page lifting in the breeze shows us that ‘the truth’ reveals itself when we too are open to its arrival; Chris offers a quietly playful image. The idea of a beanie itching the head of the old jizo (protector of deceased children) during meditation put a wide smile on my face; Phillip’s offering has a harder edge; in reading this, I sensed the watchmaker had lost his faith, after losing his sight; John engages in an inner dialogue and in doing so talks himself into having a little drink; Rachael drifts off during mass and despite being roused by a sharp elbow to the ribs, continues to question what it is to believe… the final line filled my head with the possibility of what she was dreaming about; Trish presents an image of beauty and devastation, where deaf men sign their cries; something (delightfully) wicked this way comes in the form of Lee-Anne’s poem, as she questions her faith by crossing her fingers while making the sign of the cross; Cindy gives us an image of vast natural beauty and locates us in the upper air of the Himalayas; and Andrew watches as the dog makes short work of the holy book… couldn’t help but think of that age old homework excuse, ‘my dog ate it.’

So many stepping stones, each one providing a solid platform for the poem to move forward. Before I make my decision, let me thank you all again for making this such a joy.

Now, to choose that stone. Four particular poems have had a jostling match in my head, but for link #7, I have gone with Lee-Anne’s satirical take on the sign of the cross.

This means we move into the gendai phase of the poem and the call is now open for link #8… 3 modernist lines that will take the poem in the direction of left field.

Embrace that risk-taking feeling!

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Happy Record Store Day

Today is one of those joyous days, where there is a perfectly good excuse to go out and buy new music… it’s Record Store Day! Our record store of choice today was Rockaway Records. So here’s what came home and has since been spinning on our beloved turntable.

Two Record Store Day limited release “45s:

the_rolling_stones-five_by_five

Five by Five – The Rolling Stones

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Animal X – Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

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these four gems…

TP

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bruce_springsteen_rockin_live_italy

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Scott-Walker

*

Waterboys

Would love to hear what has been making your world spin…

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Snake Weather: A Summer Renga (part iv)

Snake Weather has stretched its full length… it was a wonderful experience working with such a diversity of voices and watching how each poet shifted the energy of the poem. It is a renga that I feel deserves repeated reads, so I have included the links to parts i, ii and iii here so that you can take it all in. There is much to enjoy!

Snake Weather (part i)
Snake Weather (part ii)
Snake Weather (part iii)

Snake Weather
A Summer Kasen Renga
Started: February 10, 2013 – Finished: April 14, 2013

Written by / between:
David S, Andy S, Cindy K, Katherine B, Chris L, Trish R, John W, Helen R, Andrew P

Moon CLK

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

*

gloves no longer needed
fingertips   cigarettes   pink

DS

*

Easter moon
in one hand
a beer and a crucifix

AS

*

raking red ficus berries
she considers a change in lipstick

CK

*

cold wind
not noticing
her silences

GN

*

inside the cavern
our eyes adjust

CL

*

wooden beat
of her walking stick
missing

TR

*

at High Copse the robin left him
cutting an ash sapling

JW

*

A quick shower
cherry blossom petals
carpet the sidewalk

HR

*

both of them arrive late
to the opening matinée

AP

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New Junicho: Bewteen Thistles (Links #4 – #6)

Responses to Link #6:

At the half-way mark of Between Thistles and the momentum is building. Seven links to read and enjoy for link #6; seven bursts of artistic flair, seven distinct paths for the poem to travel, so let’s take a look at where we could leap.

Chris opens with a rush, ‘blasting the sky with trees’ in the style of Bill Robinson, before stilling the image with the word ‘okay’, allowing us to settle into our own memories beside him;  John draws on Caravaggio’s extraordinary use of light to reveal what appears to be a pallet knife (another of Caravaggio’s preferred tools) and the vision of Mary as a whore; Chloe takes us on a journey through the human interior… in reading the poem I could hear the beat of her footsteps, in time with her pulse and the many pulses of the incandescent hearts; she also delivers the wonderfully quirky image of glass bowels; Rachael offers us a wickedly playful take on Goya’s, ‘Saturn Devouring His Son‘; Phillip revisits the urinal in Duchamp’s scandalous work, ‘Fountain‘; Cindy (via Banksy) allows the natural beauty of a pond covered in waterlillies to collide with a shopping trolley; and Lee-Anne turn’s up the volume on the light in every stroke Van Gogh made.

Such an incredible group of poems! Thank you so much everyone for making this such a joy! This time, I truly struggled to make a single leap… I have gone back and forth between three poems in particular, but it is time to make a choice…

So from the moth seeking darkness we fade back into the light via Caravaggio and his pallet knife. John, you are now locked in for link #6, which means the call is open for link #7 – 3 lines with a reference to religion.

All are welcome to take the leap,

 

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Between Thistles: A New Junicho
Started: 12 April 2013 – Finished:
Written between:
Ashley Capes, Simon Kindt, Chloe Callistemon, Chris Lynch, Trish Reid, John Wainwright

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku / shasei

between thistles
the crane’s
Egyptian walk

(Ashley Capes)

Link #2 (2 lines) – waki / cultural (literature)

the noose of a circling skein
called down by Carver’s barreled goose

(Simon Kindt)

Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan / cultural (film)

fan rotors beat
The End
to the smell of napalm

(Chloe Callistemon)

Link #4 (2 lines) – verse / shasei

recycling at 2:30am
moonlight on bitumen

(Chris Lynch)

Link #5 (3 lines) – verse / shasei

moth seeks out
only dark spaces
tired I turn off the light

(Trish Reid)

Link #6 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (art)

Caravaggio fades in from black
is that a pallet knife?

(John Wainwright)

Link #7 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (religion)
Link #8 (2 lines) – verse / gendai
Link #9 (3 lines) – verse / gendai
Link #10 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (politics)
Link #11 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (music)
Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku / shasei

* shasei – sketched from life – lived experience, observational, uncontrived.
* gendai – modernist – atypical structure, tone or content.

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Responses to Link #5:

It was wonderful to read some new and returning voices and their offerings for Link #5. These links offer many exciting possibilities.

Phillip took us from the bitumen to the ocean, which gives the poem a fresh setting; the slow movement that permeates Simon’s poem drew me back to it several times… ‘night’s edge frays’ and ‘we move like smoke’ are rich, rich images; I was drawn to the moth in Trish’s poem and its search for darkness. The moth’s movement is given even greater energy as the poet turns out the light, offering the moth new territory to explore; Rachael sees the hint of a dollar coin in a possum’s eyes and in doing so brings us face to face with this nocturnal adventurer; Lee-Anne revisits the recent devastation in Boston then leaves the natural wonder of lightning to strike us; and Cindy has us tossing and turning with a single thought (something I am sure we all can relate to…) as well as offering a wonderful image that rings with the thunder of possums… so very Brisbane!

It is rich pickings, which makes the task even more exciting! For link #5, I have followed the moth into the darkness and in doing so welcome Trish into ‘Between Thistles’.

That means we are now seeking link #6 – 2 lines with a reference to art / an artist.

Leap boldly!

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Responses to Link #4:

It’s time to make a decision about which poem will take the position of link #4 in Between Thistles. Four fine submissions, four poems that would again lead us in  unique directions.

John leaps from the smell of napalm to the burnt remains of a man (‘his ashes’) which slaps the senses in a good way.  And that second line… ‘close to the road that ran through his life’ adds a sense of weight to the loss and has the potential to lead the poem on a road of discovery.

Chris’s leap from the smell of napalm to recycling made me smile widely… it reminds as all that in the face of disaster, life goes on… and again the bitumen is there, lending its blackness to the image.

Phillip’s leap from the smell of napalm to the Gold Coast also made me smile… such a naturally beautiful place, made so ugly by our own hand. And the opening image of ‘summer showers’ gave the poem a cleansing feel.

And finally Andrew’s leap from the smell of napalm to falling out of a dream, resonated deep in the pit of my stomach. I could feel the bottom dropping out as the thunder cracked and the sweat soaked through.

So which way did I leap?

In the end, I went with Chris’s ‘recycling at 2:30am’… so jump on that bitumen and leap off into link #5. We are now looking for 3 lines – an image sketched from lived experience.

Spread the word!

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Brisbane New Voices IV: an interview with Trudie Murrell

Seven days to go until the launch of Brisbane New Voices IV (buy tickets here), so let’s catch up with the second featured poet, Trudie Murrell as she talks about life, future projects and Women and Cars.

BNV IV Women and CarsBrisbane New Voices IV featuring your micro-collection, Women and Cars is about to be launched at Riverbend Books. When did you first become serious about publishing your work?

I have been writing for performance since 1988 so I know the satisfaction of hearing a live audience respond to my work.  I’m sure it  was around the same time I began to fantasize about my work being published.  I use the word fantasise because it seemed, for a long time, to be something so unachievable and mysterious that I didn’t take any steps towards making it happen.  That kind of thing (publication) happened somewhere else, to other people.  I simply couldn’t conceive that a young regional writer’s work, my work,  could be published.  Who would be interested? I thought I’d have to finish a degree, move to a capital city adopt a strong political voice and write about controversial topics to be published.  Besides, I never felt that my work was polished enough, finished enough for publication.  This kind of limiting thinking stayed with me well into my thirties.  I gathered other reasons for why I could never be published along the way – I was older, I had children, I didn’t have enough time to devote myself to being a disciplined writer who sought out publication opportunities.  I still wrote, whenever I could, I was filling quite a few desk draws with my work, I still fantasised about being published one day, but I didn’t do anything about it.

In 2006 I moved to Brisbane and met you, Graham, at a Queensland Writers Centre poetry workshop you were conducting.  Afterwards, I remember you extended an invitation for us to submit to the SpeedPoets zine.  I decided to do something about it.  Two of my poems were accepted.  This seemed to blow all my theories about publication out of the water.  I was so rattled, I didn’t submit anything else for consideration anywhere until 2010. The Queensland Writer’s Centre continued to let me know about publishing opportunities and competitions through emails and their magazine.  Each poetry workshop or event I attended you, along with others from the Brisbane poetry community continued to ask ‘Where are you submitting?’ Not only that, people were providing me with information about how to go about submitting to publications.  The first time a poem of mine was published in an anthology I was terrified about having to work with an editor. I decided to be honest about my inexperience and asked for her advice and guidance.  Even when I held a copy of the book in my hand I didn’t feel like I was serious about being published – I’d just lucked out.

I guess I became serious about publishing my work when you asked me to be part of Brisbane New Voices IV.  Anyone involved in the Brisbane poetry community knows how supportive and encouraging you are towards fellow poets just as they know your drive, attention to detail and consistency as an independent publisher to produce quality publications. You set the bar high, so I  had to step up.

Women and Cars seems deeply personal. What are the events/happenings/aspects of your life that have made you the poet you are?

Aren’t you supposed to write what you know?  This is what I know, so of course it’s personal, but I come from a long line of story tellers – yarners and bullshit artists so not all of it is completely true, some of it is poetic license.  Women and Cars is my way of weaving a path back to where I began.  It’s a poetry map of how and where I was born,  recording how I got to who and where I am now. I miss North Queensland and these poems help me reconnect with it. It’s also a tool to help me remember I was not always a wife and mother.  It’s parts of my story but not the full story.  I listened to Peter Bakowski speak at Avid Reader last year.  He talked about telling his story in the particular, the importance of writing specifically, not universally, his desire to write authentically about his own experiences and observations so that it might resonate with others. Everything that has happened and continues to happen in my life makes me the poet I am. It’s a vulnerable way to write  and daunting, but it’s something I tried to achieve with these poems. I guess it has to be deeply personal to make the reader want to get into the car a take a ride with me.  I am surprised and pleased that the poem Women and Cars, in particular, continues to resonate with others.

Who are the poets that you return to; the one’s that continue to have a profound influence on you and your work?

I return often to poetry, all kinds of poetry, it has been a part of my life from the earliest time.  My mother loves poetry and would read it with me when I was a child.  I was reading predominantly Australian poets from the age of 11,  Judith Wright and Oodgeroo Noonuccal in particular.  Through my high school years I was reading Shakespeare, the Romantics, the Victorian poets, early twentieth century war poets and (of course, surreptitiously)  Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickenson, Ted Hughes and e.e.cummings. Bruce Dawe, Gwen Harwood, Dorothy Hewett and Rosemary Dobson became firm favourites in my late teens and the 20th century Australian female free verse poets have become my go to poets for inspiration.  A couple of months ago, I was reading Banjo Patterson’s The Man from Snowy River aloud to my 8 year old daughter when we were both overcome with tears at the description of the mountain pony’s decent.  I love any and all poetry that moves me but I love Australian poetry best.

What do you hope readers will take away from Women and Cars?

A few wry smiles and a small windswept hole in the heart that can only be filled with wanderlust and the dusty Queensland coast road.

And looking to the future… what’s next for Trudie Murrell?

I am trying to figure that out.  My husband has requested more poems that don’t involve women and cars.  More discipline in my practice is something I need to achieve.  I am interested in learning more about recording and sequencing and how to overlay that with performing poetry live.  Submitting more poems, starting a blog and finally collaborating with a good friend to bring a musical element to my work are on my to do list as well.  If I achieve any of these things this year I’ll be pleased.

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trudie-poetry-burlesqueRaised in the tropical North, Trudie Murrell has been writing since 1988.  She has spent most of her life in transit along the eastern seaboard of Queensland.  At the moment she lives in Brisbane with her husband and three small hitchhikers.  In the past few years she’s come to the realisation that everything she writes, really wants to be a poem. She’s decided not to fight it … Her poems have been published in The Green Fuse, Macmillan English 9 for the Australian Curriculum, Cordite and on Graham Nunn’s blog Another Lost Shark. She performs her work regularly at various spoken word events throughout Brisbane.

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Brisbane New Voices IV: an interview with Vuong Pham

Brisbane New Voices IV is ready to launch at Riverbend Books on Tuesday April 23 (Buy tickets here), so over the next fortnight, I will be posting interviews with Vuong Pham and Trudie Murrell as well as sample poems from their featured micro-collections – Refugee Prayer and Women and Cars.

So let’s kick things off with a recent interview I did with Vuong Pham.

BNV IV Refugee Prayer

Brisbane New Voices IV, featuring your micro-collection, Refugee Prayer is about to be launched at Riverbend Books. When did you first become serious about publishing your work?

That would be three years ago when I first attended a poetry workshop facilitated by you, Graham. Learning about unlocking my poetic voice and networking with other poets gave me the motivation to persist with my poetry in getting published, first in literary journals; then in literary competitions, which were the building blocks to eventually lead to my first book, Refugee Prayer.

Refugee Prayer seems deeply personal collection. What are the events/happenings/aspects of your life that have made you the poet you are?

I’d say my family has had a huge impact on the type of poet I have become today. My family were refugees that came to Australia with empty-pockets, so they worked hard to establish stability. That persistence and drive to work hard at what one is passionate about in life has been instilled in me from an early age. The practices with which I go about writing poetry you could say are born from reading a lot of poetry to stimulate ideas, and then once the ideas are dappled on the page, I usually go through an ongoing process of editing and re-editing until I’m satisfied. I’m very rigorous with how I want my poems to end up; I remember I spent 6 months just editing one piece until I was finally happy with it.

Also, I’ve always loved English, History and The Arts as subjects throughout my education. I think a major reason why this was so, is because in these sort of subjects, critical and creative thinking is encouraged, as opposed to a subject like Maths, that ask for a more concrete answer. So I’ve stuck with it, and have harnessed my imagination in the form of poetry and the eventual book, Refugee Prayer, for everyone to take in. I remember after school, Mum used to always make us (sister, brother and myself) do English and Math drills, I excelled in English, but found myself labouring in Math.

I was raised in a Catholic family, and have learnt and appreciate the value of God in my life and my poetry. Simple things like praying before a meal to thank God, or even encouraging others in their lives of faith are things that I hold very dear to my heart. God calls me to a life of love, forgiveness and service to others. I am poet who writes to inspire and encourage others, it is my calling, and I have found a restored identity through Him.

Who are the poets that you return to; the one’s that continue to have a profound influence on you and your work?

The great poets, Basho and Wordsworth will always have a special place in my art. For readers who aren’t aware of these poets, they often captured peaceful and evocative moments in nature. Example:

summer grasses
all that remains
of soldier’s dreams

…in three short lines, Basho turned a famous battlefield into a reflection on human vanity.

For Wordsworth, the poem, “I wandered lonely as a cloud” will always fascinate me through its depiction of nature’s beauty. The joy, serenity and solitude Wordsworth captured in that poem fills me with inner peace. Example:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
that floats on high over vales and hills,
when all at once I saw a crowd,
a host of golden daffodils;
beside the lake, beneath the trees,
fluttering and dancing in the breeze…

The moment I read the first stanza I am teleported to that rich, peaceful moment in nature, “which is the bliss of solitude”.

It would be a fair comment to say that I’m a quiet, peaceful poet which reflects the poetry I get inspiration from; I wouldn’t find myself returning to poets that write with a theme of darkness and destruction, though I’m grateful to have experimented and experienced that kind of art to know what not to return to!

What do you hope readers will take away from Refugee Prayer?

I hope readers will come to know Christ through my writing. The book is a story of my family as refugees, the signposts of God’s grace is weaved throughout. If there’s anything you could compare “Refugee Prayer” with in terms of similarity, there’s books like “The Life Of Pi” by Yann Martel or even “The Happiest Refugee” by Anh Do. As I said before, I have found a new identity through Christ, and accept Him as my saviour. Back three years ago, I was living life through my own strength; darkness and angst was a predominant theme in my poetry/life. Ever since I’ve called upon God to enter into my life again, I have found new hope. My life and poetry has become much more abundant and fruitful as a growing Christian. I encourage others to take from the light, and produce art that will shine truth in all its glory.

And looking to the future… what’s next for Vuong Pham?

That’s a good question. It’s a busy time in my life at the moment with many projects in the process of development. I’ll be involved with and have had constructive discussions with project leader, “Mark My Words”, a Christian arts initiative. My involvement with this initiative will be a stepping-stone to a project I have on the running at the moment, called “Steeples”. The project, “Steeples” is aiming to be a publication for Christian writers and artists to submit their works to get published in the form of print and online. That will be functioning hopefully around the start of next year.

I have pretty much finished my second book, which will be a Christian themed book of poems, 10,000 words in length. I’ll be submitting the manuscript into the Young Australian Christian Writers Award 2013. It’s looking good, and I’m really happy with it.

I also have the interest of a respected U.K. haiku publisher, so a book of haiku is expected to be in the making soon as well.

In terms of my teaching career? I’m happy to keep doing Supply Work for now, as it gives me an opportunity to spend more time on the projects I’m working towards. But, once all of my projects are up and established, I would soon be on the lookout for a permanent job teaching English/History/The Arts.

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Vuong PhamVuong Pham was born in Brisbane to a hard working family of Vietnamese refugees. He is now a passionate schoolteacher of English and SOSE. His poetry has received awards in the Ipswich Poetry Feast Competition (2011, 2012); the Inspired by Tagore International Writing Competition (2012); and the Free XpresSion Haiku Competition (2012). Vuong identifies as a Christian and enjoys going to a Baptist Church, including Bible Studies groups throughout the week. Some of Vuong’s hobbies include reading and writing poetry, playing soccer and practising piano. Vuong is currently working on his second book, which will consist of haiku. He blogs at Verses of the Inner Self.

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New Junicho: Between Thistles (Links #1 – #3)

Responses to Link #3:

It was wonderful to see new voices in the mix for link #3, so let me first up thank John and Phillip for their continued support and Vuong, Andy and Chloe for joining the Junicho. I hope that you revisit the poem throughout its composition and leave many more suggested links.

The quality of the writing offered made this another difficult selection and had my head buzzing with many of my own favourite films…

Phillip conjured the fevered majesty of The Last Year at Marienbad (a film I wholeheartedly recommend) and left us with the image of a silent bellbird; Chloe conjured the wickedly lush final scenes of The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover as well as the devastating whir of Apocalypse Now (or at least that is what I am guessing); Vuong took me back to my youth when I would frequent cinemas like The Boomerang, where the seats were made from hessian bags draped over a steel frame… am not sure there were geckos back then, but it gave me that feeling; both of John’s links dance with the elegance of Gene Kelly; and Andy’s link has such a wonderful juxtaposition between the implied urgency of the opening line and the inherent slowness of the snail moving toward freedom. All would take the Junicho somewhere wonderful and provide solid ground for a leap into link #4… but it is time to choose.

For link #3, I have gone with the ominous sound of Chloe’s ‘fan rotors beat’, which means the call is now open for link #4 – 2 lines with a focus on a natural image sketched from life. I look forward to seeing where to next for Between Thistles and remember, if you know someone who would love to be involved, give them a nudge.

As always, over to you…

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Between Thistles: A New Junicho
Started: 12 April 2013 – Finished: Written between: Ashley Capes, Simon Kindt, Chloe Callistemon,

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku / shasei

between thistles
the crane’s
Egyptian walk

(Ashley Capes)

Link #2 (2 lines) – waki / cultural (literature)

the noose of a circling skein
called down by Carver’s barreled goose

(Simon Kindt)

Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan / cultural (film)

fan rotors beat
The End
to the smell of napalm

(Chloe Callistemon)

Link #4 (2 lines) – verse / shasei
Link #5 (3 lines) – verse / shasei
Link #6 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (art)
Link #7 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (religion)
Link #8 (2 lines) – verse / gendai
Link #9 (3 lines) – verse / gendai
Link #10 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (politics)
Link #11 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (music)
Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku / shasei

* shasei – sketched from life – lived experience, observational, uncontrived.
* gendai – modernist – atypical structure, tone or content.

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Responses to Link #2:

First of all let me thank John, Andrew, Simon and Phillip for leaving their suggested links; each of them a worthy candidate that would take the poem in a unique direction.

John’s bristles with energy. The opening exclamation ‘Out!’seems to shoo the crane the from the image, leaving the dog to bring the river home, and into this poem – which in a way, gives the crane in the hokku its own distinct home and provides a wonderful link and leap.

In Andrew’s poem there is quiet and disquiet… after reading this many times, I can hear the basket and its bundled passenger, in hushed communication with the river, while the ‘she’ stands in hollow silence. It is both haunting and comforting.

Simon… that opening line – the noose of a circling skein. This, like John’s link, has an incredible energy. And a noose of geese is such a unique image. The use of the word noose in the first line is what really makes this poem. It not only has the effect of trapping the skein; it also damns the barreled goose as it looks on from its desperate confinement.

And Phillip, the action of the rabbit’s down tugging in thistles is brilliant. This inversion of what we traditionally see / experience (i.e. thistles doing their own grabbing) is what makes this poem so vivid.

So to choose just one… well for link #2, I have decided to go with Simon’s ‘barreled goose’. I have now entered it in the Junicho and in doing so am opening the call for link #3 – 3 lines, with a reference to film. This should be exciting… and remember, don’t be shy, this is open to everyone, so feel free to spread the word!

Once again, it’s over to you!

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And so it begins… Ashley has delivered a stunning poem (the hokku) to get things moving, so now the call is open for link #2 – 2 lines with a reference to literature.

As I said in the previous post, I will allow roughly 36 hours for people to respond before selecting one of the submitted links.

Please remember when you leave a comment, to write the number of the link you are writing (e.g. link #2) and please, spread the word… I am hopeful that there will be many voices that chime in over the course of this poem.

Over to you…

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New Junicho – Live on Another Lost Shark

In the next day or so, I will begin hosting the live composition of a ‘New Junicho‘ here at Another Lost Shark and I want you to be involved! The New Junicho is, as its name states, a very new form, developed by Ashley Capes.  Here is how the poem will take shape…

Ashley will contribute the hokku and from there on in, anyone, and I mean anyone, will be able to post a comment on the post with a suggested link. To make things easy to follow, I ask that everyone begins each comment with, for example, link #2, before typing their suggested link. I will give people roughly 36 hours to contribute a link before making a selection and adding it to the poem. Once a link has been added, you can then begin posting suggestions for the next link.

Here is the form the poem will take:

Link #1 (3 lines) – hokku / shasei
Link #2 (2 lines) – waki / cultural (literature)
Link #3 (3 lines) – daisan / cultural (film)
Link #4 (2 lines) – verse / shasei
Link #5 (3 lines) – verse / shasei
Link #6 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (art)
Link #7 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (religion)
Link #8 (2 lines) – verse / gendai
Link #9 (3 lines) – verse / gendai
Link #10 (2 lines) – verse / cultural (politics)
Link #11 (3 lines) – verse / cultural (music)
Link #12 (2 lines) – ageku / shasei

* shasei – sketched from life – lived experience, observational, uncontrived.
* gendai – modernist – atypical structure, tone or content.

Ashley has written a wonderful introduction to the form that is highly recommended reading.

I am really excited about this and hope to have many of you stop by when we begin… and don’t be shy, leap into the poem and leave a suggested link… yours just may make it into the final poem!

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wattle blossoms

no longer blue
in this blossom-loosening wind
autumn sky

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haiku in translation on NeverEnding Story

I was excited to receive an email this morning from poet, translator and editor, Chen-ou Liu informing me that my haiku spring dawn had been published on NeverEnding Story in both English and  Chinese.

Having work in translation is something that excites me greatly.

I hope you all click on over to NeverEnding Story as Chen-ou Liu has gathered together a fine collection of poems.

In parting, I offer this new haiku:

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late autumn sun
round is the shadow
of my boy’s head

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Renga Party!

On Saturday night, myself and 9 others (including a.rawlings via skype… ah, the marvels of the internet) gathered at the home of local poet, Chris Lynch for a good old fashioned renga party… there was wine, there was bottomless tea, there was an array of tastiness, there was conversation and laughter and at the centre of it all two renga - second bottle and autumn moon – were composed. It was all done in the true spirit of this 800 year old form… each poet spontaneously riffing off the verse that came before them while not taking themselves too seriously.

Each of the renga are are 36 links in length, like the favoured kasen form, however, it was decided by Chris and I prior to the party that we would remove all of the imposed themes of a true kasen to allow each poet to leap boldly and freely into the poem. Both of the renga as a result have a really unique energy and are bursting with a freeness I have not encountered often in the form. Chris will be posting both of the renga in full over at his site, The City Hermit, but until that time, here’s a favourite section of mine (and a few others who were there).

from the renga, Second Bottle

Written 6 April 2013 by/between Graham Nunn, Lee-Anne Davie, John Koenig, Fern Thompsett, Rachael Briggs, Chris Lynch, John Wainwright, Cindy Keong, Andrew Phillips, Chloë Callistemon, and a.rawlings.

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the captain points
south, pack ice

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breath whitens
we enter the shadows
of the gorge

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beneath us
the pounding waterfall

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a group of ruffian boys
emerge glittering wet
hair parted down the middle

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memories are lost here
or only live until the skin dries

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spring thaw
we watch our snow angels
sublime

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waking in white sheets
this beautiful stranger

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to look upwards, even
if only for the smell
of cold air

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I taste bacon and coffee
from across the room

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falling through cream
the dark earth reveals
buttercups

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Review of Stolen Moments

With a number of exciting publishing projects on the go – Brisbane New Voices IV, First Words vol. 2Same Sky by Cindy Keong, my new chapbook, I, land and Nathan Shepherdson’s fifth collection, the day the artists stood still (vol. 1) – it is great to see some of the Another Lost Shark Publications back catalogue getting some positive attention.

Michael Fitzgerald-Clarke has written a wonderful review of Stolen Moments by Andy White for the Queensland Poetry Festival site, and with their permission, I reprint it here:

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Listen, Don’t Merely Hear: A review of Stolen Moments by Andy White
by Michael Fitzgerald-Clarke

There is beat, beatific beat, and rhythm in this book.  Its refrains sing of Brisbane; of Bono; of life shared on a planet where popular culture is a common language.  Andy White speaks a language of Now; mindful, though, as a good bluesman does, to pay its dues to Then:

ginsberg with a mandolin and a
strangely-stringed eastern instrument
in ginsberg beard and
ginsberg glasses
talking about iron john
bob dylan &
new york city in the fifties

“owl”

The 1950s matter to White, we feel its jazz in the way his lines swing and syncopate.  To quote from the conclusion of the same poem:

now once more
I can encounter
the super
realistic

“owl”

The poet is squeezing the very juice of the real, shaking it, mixing it, and serving it alive, and cool.

Foundations of popular culture all are on display.  Music: notably in a series of poems featuring pop culture icons.  Literature: with its casual paeans to the Beats and Bukowski.  And cinema, with two delightful poems about French films:

cut to the next day and a different old man in a sweaty t-shirt hangs
his enormous beer belly over the balcony, listening as the young french
woman moans in ecstasy, she’s busy making love in the apartment below.

he looks over to the chinese man. they nod. they sigh, both expressionless.
the music swells, the moaning increases. the scene fades to black.

“french film #1”

(Noting that this poem’s structure is not typical of the book; but its quietly sharp humour surely is.)

Yes, there is smarts, wit, contemporary cool to be had, but there is a depth of emotion, expressed in a pellucid way through image, that broadens and enriches the book:

we lost
the love we had

not left out
in the rain

but scorched in
summer sun

baked too long
under
convict sky

“convict sky”

White’s sky, his experience, is ours—it runs deeper than the sheen of culture into the eternal verities of love.  I am left with a feeling that White has done much living, and has come out of it into the Now not unscarred, but less willing to be naive:

time takes its
revenge and
who cares
who is
wise

“mall thoughts 2/3”

I will answer for myself White’s open question: he is; and he is part of a tradition of lyric poets that offer to us, give to us, gently wrought bon mots, that are easily digestible yet linger on the palate.  Check this book out: I’m glad I have.

Stolen Moments is now available from http://anotherlostshark.bigcartel.com/product/stolen-moments

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Launch Countdown: Brisbane New Voices IV

On Tuesday April 23, Brisbane New Voices IV will make its first steps into the world, as featured poets Trudie Murrell (Women and Cars) and Vuong Pham (Refugee Prayer) step out onto the gorgeously weathered boards of the Riverbend Books deck and debut the work from their highly anticipated collections.

BNV IV Refugee Prayer

Working with Vuong and Trudie has been a true pleasure, both of them showing an unflinching dedication to delivering a collection of poems that realised their vision. And as always, the dream team of Benjamin Portas (design), Julie Beveridge (layout) and Ben Aitchison (production) have made that dream real, producing a book that looks and feels like you want to read it… over and over again.BNV IV Women and CarsI will be showcasing work from the collections over the next fortnight in the lead up to the launch and offering a one off Launch Price for ALS Readers, but for now, here’s the details of the launch. We hope you can be there to celebrate!

Riverbend Poetry Series – April 2013

After a sell-out first event in February, heating it up on the Riverbend deck for the April poetry series are three fantastic features and a launch! Joining us is Victorian poet Peter Bakowski, Gold Coast eco-poet Stuart Cooke, UK-via-Rockhampton poet Paul Summers, and the launch of Brisbane New Voices IV featuring local poets Vuong Pham and Trudie Murrell. Come along and let poetry light up the night!

When: Tuesday 23rd April 2013, 6pm for a 6:30pm start
Where: Riverbend Books, 193 Oxford St, Bulimba
Cost: $10
Bookings: Visit the website to book online or call Riverbend Books on 07 3899 8555

This event always sells out fast, so book early to avoid disappointment!

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River (part x)

river gull

[two fragments]

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thief, thief, thief
the gulls call
while you rush on breathing
a prayer of baritoned
salted air

*

only you are able to make
your way back from that
old voyage toward death

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River (part ix)

Brisbane river

[two fragments]

*

a human being, they say, is nearly all water:
this might explain why I feel so alive
when you slam your body into mine

*

all booming assertion, almost
insouciant, while every other living thing
loving or not, loosens its grip
and slips away

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See you again, Bruce

Bruce has played his final show on Australian shores as part of the Wrecking Ball Tour, so now the anticipation begins… thankfully, there is 40 years of incredible music, and endless footage to make the wait bearable. C’mon back soon, Bruce…

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River (part viii)

brisbane-river-in-flood

[two fragments]

*

when every wave is a suicide
the body hardly even makes
a sound

*

there is the river, and there is the story
of where the river goes, and then
more river

 

 

 

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River (part vii)

brisbane-floods-aerial-view

[three fragments]

*

yesterday in a different voice
discussing emptiness
(that long and tedious subject)
you flooded with sunlight

*

only now with the water
flowing out of your body
do you understand
you lost direction

*

the more wildly you lift your head
the more sky rushes in to your mouth

 

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First Bite: An Autumn Triparshva (Side 3)

As side 3 plays, First Bite spins to a close. Massive thanks to Julie, Cindy and Ashley for taking the leap with me… am already excited about the shape our next project may take.

the record spins clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

last piece of the puzzle
her body nestled
against mine

CK

*

bare foot in the kitchen
her teeth chatter la cucaracha

JB

*

the record spins
gathering blues
at dawn

GN

*

warmth kicks in
the womb

AM

*

first buds
appear under
her t-shirt

CK

*

lips on the wine glass
blooming red

JB

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River (part vi)

brisbane_river

[two fragments]

*

in your rejection
of wings
you pinned the sky’s
legs to the bed

*

salt settles into the wound:
a quiet moment before
the sharks begin
to circle

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SpeedPoets fills your Easter with words

SpeedPoets is gearing up to bring the words to The Hideaway this Easter Saturday from 1:30pm, and we have a sexy new poster to help spread the word!

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As part of the March gig, we are launching two brilliant new collections, haematograms by Nigel Ellis (aka Bruce Dorlova) and Confessional Box by Vanessa Page. Here’s what I had to say about each book:

“Confessional Box maps the undulating landscapes of home, love and letting go. Page’s poems are sensuous, compassionate and filled with quiet wisdom; they are a celebration of the world’s infinite gifts.”

“haematograms reaches into the tight corners of the mind to seize instants of clarity. Ellis is unique in his knowing, sharpest when catching things that he knows won’t last. This is an impressive debut, one where the charm of the ordinary and the mysterious collide; where the reader is transported into the poet’s other-world to walk the edge of his imagining.”

So, if you are anywhere near Brisbane, tuck a poem or three in your pocket and come along. All readers in Open Mic Section are automatically in the running to be named Call-Back-Poet for the month. Each Call-Back-Poet earns themselves a feature spot at the final gig for the year in November as well as the opportunity to win cash prizes and be named SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion for 2013.

Hope to see you all there…

Date: Saturday March 30
Venue: The Hideaway, 188 Brunswick St, Fortitude Valley
Time: Doors at 1:30pm for a 2pm Open Mic Start
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

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Snake Weather: A Summer Renga (part iii)

As I post this, Snake Weather is crawling off on its final leg… so for now, please enjoy this third phase of the renga written by David Stavanger, Andy Smerdon, Cindy Keong, Graham Nunn, Chris Lynch, Trish Reid, John Wainwright, Helen Ross and Andrew Phillips.

CLK Snake Weather

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

he wears shoes to bed
she finds bones in her shoes
Spring cleaning

DS

*

bitter hands rip him
from the wedding photo

AS

*

again and again
she strikes – the familiar
sound of thunder

CK

*

the wild plum
rolls to a stop

GN

*

more insects
at the kitchen fluoro
endless rain

CL

*

frankincense dusk
just an oud and her voice

TR

*

mercury rises
pommie bastards are wet
dreaming of EIIR

JW

*

wine stains on the carpet
this broken heart

HR

*

electrostatic therapy
shock jumps of laughter
with the nieces

AP

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