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Two poems by April SpeedPoets feature, Amanda Joy

Just a few more days until SpeedPoets rolls into Inspire Gallery Bar for our April event… so to get your poetry taste buds salivating here’s a couple of poems from one of our features, Perth based poet, Amanda Joy.

Amanda is a poet, sculptor, installation artist and songwriter born in the Kimberley region of Western Australia. She currently lives, works and gardens in Fremantle and travels as often as she can. Her poetry has been published in various journals online and in print such as Cottonmouth, Up The Staircase Literary Review, Killpoet, Fragile Arts Quarterly, Black Rider Press, Another Lost Shark, Heroin Love Songs, The Toronto Quarterly, Black Listed Magazine, Speedpoets and The Best Australian Poems 2009. She has a fascination with portals and conduits and every now and then she pops out a little limited edition illustrated chapbook for those who ask nicely. A tiny, yet sincere chapbook of her poetry, Not Enough To Fold was lovingly published through Verve Bath Press early this year. A more sizeable binding of her wordage, In Hand will be released in the U.S. in April. She blogs her poetry semi regularly at her website www.littleglasspen.com and www.myspace.com/amanda_joy1970.

SpeedPoets, Sunday April 11, 2:00pm – 5:00pm, InSpire Gallery Bar – 71 Vulture St. West End. Entry is a gold coin donation.

 

Sliding Scale

There is an age where
a child will test everything
by putting it in their mouth
as if its taste held a secret

Before the shape of words
weighs down that
infinite tongue

I hold you in my mouth
read you like braille
 

 

 

                                         No One (In English)

                                                      A cat
                                                      with a live rat
                                                      screaming
                                                      in its mouth, in
                                                      the bedroom
                                                      at 3am

                                                      and you snatch it
                                                      in your hands
                                                      and throw it
                                                      from the balcony

                                                      suddenly, like
                                                      a magic trick

                                                      Looking behind
                                                      people’s eyes
                                                      I don’t meet

                                                      Surplus words,
                                                      because

                                                      for the most
                                                      important we have
                                                      only one

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The pleasure of a poem – an interview with Amanda Joy

It is the first Sunday of the month, and for this Lost Shark that means SpeedPoets, but as today is Easter Sunday, we have moved the gig back a week to let everyone enjoy the festivities. But believe me, it will be worth the wait, as the April SpeedPoets features sets from Benjamin Sawon and the lovely Amanda Joy. Here is a recent interview with Amanda and a couple of poems to carry you through until next Sunday… Hope to see many of you there…

 

Amanda, what pleasure does a poem bring?

When I was a kid, one of my favourite things was lifting up rocks to see what was underneath, I think a poem, whether I’m reading it or writing it gives me a similar sensation.

There’s a quote from Jean Baudrillard which I love which says something like, “Never resist a sentence you like, in which language takes its own pleasure and in which, after having abused it for so long, you are stupefied by its innocence.” I think language taking its own pleasure is quite a delicious idea also.
 
What are the themes you keep coming back to in your poetry?

I suppose anything that has given me a strong feeling or an intense moment in life is something I return to in my poetry, the desert, music, the ocean, relationships, other poems. Deleuze wrote some great stuff on poetry as sensation, Steiner in ‘The Arts and Their Mission’ wrote that meaning equals feeling. I suppose in a few ways that is Romantic with a capital R, and always a little bit beyond itself, but I also think that’s where my love of poetry squats, I want to keep striving for some primacy of image, of sensation, but all I get are these refractions.

Your MySpace blog and poetry blog Little Glass Pen both attract a large readership. How have you established such a strong online following? How do you see digital platforms such as blogs evolving in the future?

Ha! by accident and naivete originally. Three years ago I posted some poems on Myspace for my partner to read in Africa, without really thinking about the public forum it was in, someone read my blog and commented, I read someone else’s blog and commented, it was a viral thing. By the time I set up Little Glass Pen I had a really dedicated group of readers who had been encouraging me for a while, including Jon Sanders, a poet and pro basketball player who created the Poetry Blog Rankings site, which still directs a lot of new readers through to LGP.

I want to get back to using Twitter for my six word poems too, although I have the sense that I’m enjoying them more than anyone following yet.

I enjoy the egalitarian nature of blogging. I think anything that encourages people to get up & turn off the tv and write or paint or read or do anything creative has to be a good thing. It takes such a little bit of encouragement for most people to continue to create once they put something out there and elicit a response in someone. I try to respond to everyone who asks me to read their blog.

I really enjoy reading poetry or viewing blogs which are created specifically for this media, visual poems, audio recordings, even poems written simply with scrolling in mind make me smile. I will be curious to see how much more video and audio work appears online over time and in what forms they evolve.
 
We are honoured to have you as our feature poet for the April SpeedPoets event. How do you go about selecting poems for a reading? What makes a poem perform better in a live setting?

Jeez louweeze, the honour’s all mine and I can’t wait.

As for selecting poems, well, I’m learning a really simple thing and that’s to read what I enjoy reading (It seems to have a follow-on effect) and that clever tricks with enjambment and line breaks tend to trip me up rather than any one else when reading them aloud. I wish I was more disciplined when it comes to writing for spoken word.

I used to write a lot of songs and I think a split stemmed from that; if it sounded good it became a song, if not it became a poem. I’ve still not really padded around in that place between.

When I was in Belgium I went to a performance by a group of sound poets, which really excited me, just feeling the vibrations of the words, the air, gesture and the tone was a really profound sonic experience. I really enjoy listening to Gabby Everall read, Santo Cazzati is great too. I suppose its always exciting to hear a different rhythm or cadence, the way it revitalizes language.

SpeedPoets, Sunday April 11, 2:00pm – 5:00pm, InSpire Gallery Bar – 71 Vulture St. West End

Featuring:

Amanda Joy + Benjamin Sawon

Entry is a gold coin donation

 

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SpeedPoets Feature Poem #3 – Amanda Joy

The first SpeedPoets for the year was a raging success, with more than 60 people packing out InSpire Gallery Bar for what was a massive afternoon of poetry and music. Sheish Money opened proceedings with a brilliant set of his unique poetic blues, 30 people hit the mic in the Open Section and Brisbane New Voices, featuring Jonathan Hadwen and Fiona Privitera was officially launched! Definitely a fine way to start the year…

And it won’t be long until our April event rolls around…

Due to Easter Sunday falling on the first Sunday of the month, SpeedPoets will be held on Sunday April 11 (the 2nd Sunday in April). Our feature for the month of April will be Perth based poet, Amanda Joy.

Amanda is a poet, sculptor, installation artist and songwriter born in the Kimberley region of Western Australia. She currently lives, works and gardens in Fremantle and travels as often as she can. Her poetry has been published in various journals online and in print such as Cottonmouth, Up The Staircase Literary Review, Killpoet, Fragile Arts Quarterly, Black Rider Press, Another Lost Shark, Heroin Love Songs, The Toronto Quarterly, Black Listed Magazine, Speedpoets and The Best Australian Poems 2009. She has a fascination with portals and conduits and every now and then she pops out a little limited edition illustrated chapbook for those who ask nicely. A tiny, yet sincere chapbook of her poetry, Not Enough To Fold was lovingly published through Verve Bath Press early this year. A more sizeable binding of her wordage, In Hand will be released in the U.S. in April. She blogs her poetry semi regularly at her website www.littleglasspen.com and www.myspace.com/amanda_joy1970.

And as always, there will be two rounds of Open Mic, live sounds from the mighty Sheish Money, the free monthly Zine, raffles and other giveaways, so make sure you are there from 2pm to settle in for an afternoon of words!

SpeedPoets, Sunday April 11, 2:00pm – 5:00pm, InSpire Gallery Bar – 71 Vulture St. West End. Entry is a gold coin donation.

In anticipation of Amanda’s feature spot in April, here is her poem, Chased Seas Urge from SpeedPoets 9.1, which was also selected for publication in The Best Australian Poems 2009 (Black Inc. Press).

 

Chased Seas Urge
          by Amanda Joy

In the mangroves, we avoid the shade black with swarming sandflies.
I know I should tell you. I should say, I know I would tell you.
But the sun is going down and the tide is coming fast and invisible as fear.
To erase the partings.
The shadows are growing longer and we have to walk further into the water
to avoid the bites that will itch for days.

Your back is covered in black flies hitching a ride for a while.
I follow the wake left by your strong legs. I am strong too, but smaller,
the sea has a hold on more of me so I try to use my cupped hands like paddles.
I have that curiosity, what happens if I let go?
Give way to the pull, go with the flow.
I mean you hear stories. Behind the island is a whirlpool,
the old man told me last night. He told it better than I remember it.

You turn to smile and that knowing is closer than the shadows.
My toes feel the sharp roots in the mud, more tiny cuts to keep clean.
There is a deep waterhole, more an undersea landhole here, somewhere,
we fished it yesterday until the turtles snapping the lines won,
competition, not a battle and I cried to think of the hooks in their stomachs.

Then you said “sshh, there’s enough salt water here”.

The Bardi woman came with a spear and caught one real quick
and we shared her family’s meal.
My mind is there now with the turtles and the fish we didn’t eat.
We need to hurry.
Creature and creature relocate now, at dusk. Some will eat each other.
Soon it will come down to a choice between the bites and currents
that will sweep us out fast to sea. Discomfort will win.

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Desert(ed) Island Poems #3 – Amanda Joy

This 3rd chapter of the Desert(ed) Island Poems series has us leaving the east coast and heading for the west, to see which poems Fremantle-based poet Amanda Joy will take with her as she casts off in search of solitude.

 

amanda-joy

 

Take The I Out – Sharon Olds

When I found Sharon Olds’ poetry I immersed myself in everything I could find by her. It seemed so brave, to use the narrative ‘I’. Which is all her poetry. This poem I return to again and again for it’s juxtapositions of hard to soft, intimate to public. It reminds me that the personal is always political, that the way to the heart is through the heart. I love the way I read it feeling as if I’m being dragged through homes and over steel girders and pine cones. As a poet my heart skips a little at “Take The I Out” I imagine  “I” might predominate a little on a desert island.

Read the poem here:

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/take-the-i-out/
 

There is also a great article I read while searching for the link which is a bit nifty for poets to read
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5892

Digging it In – Dorothy Hewitt
 
This poem is a narrative that feels like home, to me. I love that I can hear the spade turning the soil. I love the way she traces the emotional ties we feel to our roots no matter how far we are/try to be, from them. There is no comfort or solace in this poem. It might remind me to plant some cress seeds I stashed in my pocket before the stranding.

Read the poem here:

http://jacketmagazine.com/12/hewett-3.html

“A” – Louis Zukofsky

I was introduced to this by my grandmother, but it was wordy and daunting as a teenager. When I returned to it a year or so ago I found myself carrying it everywhere reading and rereading it for the sheer pleasure and stimulus of it’s exquisitely crafted sounds and thoughtings. It pulses with rhythm and intellect you feel seeping into your being by some form of literary osmosis.

Found a link to a neat article by Charles Bernstein in Jacket:

http://jacketmagazine.com/30/z-bernstein.html

My Life By Water – Lorine Niedecker

I would bring this one for the sake of my sanity. I find so much more in this poem every time I read it. No word is wasted, the rhythm and syntax tight. Quietly, deliberately so much space is left between the words. I have always felt reading it her deep sense of responsibility to language and words. I like to turn each stanza over and over and admire it’s crafting from every angle.

Read the poem here:

http://www.lorineniedecker.org/poems.html

Rhythm Method – Yusef Komunyakaa

For the sublime thrill of it, over and over and over and over again. Whew! ( I’m assuming I’m alone on this island. )

Read the poem here:

http://www.ibiblio.org/ipa/poems/komunyakaa/rhythm_method.php

The Motive For Metaphor – Wallace Stevens 

I read him quoted once as saying “The poem must resist the intelligence Almost successfully.” Tough call. There is always such a clear sense of the ungraspable in this poem. Through a strategic indirection, in the Romantic sense, the sublime. The resonance and blur of idea and obscurity, of mood and season.

Read the poem here:

http://www.cityintherain.com/poems/vitalx.html

Possibilities – Wislawa Szymborska

There is enormous generosity in this poem, within the exclusivity there is such open-armed inclusion. Deliciously simple, there is so much space for the reader to drag their own meanings in. It feels ‘wobbly’.I have always found in it a sombre absurdity. It makes me think harder about what comprises a poem.

Read the poem here:

http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1996/poems-4-e.html

Jagardoo – Jack Davis

I need to cheat here and say that I couldn’t pull a poem out of this book and hold it up on its own. I have a first edition hardcover which I would HAVE to take with me as a package. For all that wisdom contained. This book has stayed with me for years, I can’t imagine it ever ceasing to resonate loudly for me. It makes me listen more acutely to the world around me, hones my senses. Might even inspire me to get of my bum and start fashioning my raft from driftwood just to get home.

Words and the Diminution of All Things  – Charles Wright

“The brief secrets are still here,
                            and the light has come back.
The word remember touches my hand,”

There are whole worlds I’ve never seen all wrapped up in ones I have, in this poem. I can unfurl it now and then for an entire panorama. Always good to pack a picnic of “small slices of silence” I’m sure all that sea sound and palm trees in the breeze gets raucous after a whiles.

Read the poem here:

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16661

Poem Holding Its Heart in One Fist – Jane Hirschfield

Things that make the mouth water involuntarily, everyday, domestic things, nothing exotic. Simple things we touch and step on and around seemingly inconsequentially.

“The concealment plainly delights”

All the senses engaged in the reading, these quiet moments.. these poolings where the mind is stilled enough to listen. A wonderful meditation/mediation.

Read the poem here:

http://www.poetseers.org/contemporary_poets/jane_hirshfield/janep/poem_holding_its_heart_in_one_fist

 

About Amanda:

Amanda Joy is a poet, writer, installation artist and sculptor living and gardening in Fremantle Western Australia. She is the keeper of a dog called Love and has a great fascination for portals and conduits. She blogs her poetry semi regularly at her website www.littleglasspen.com and www.myspace.com/amanda_joy1970 Her work is included in numerous journals online and every now and then she pops out a little limited edition illustrated chapbook for those who ask nicely. A more sizeable binding of her wordage is gestating.

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