A friend of mine has endometriosis, so severely that she often cannot work, sometimes cannot walk, cannot rely on having enough strength to do her laundry, cook her meals.Read More
Welcome to our latest Poetry Blast, dear reader. It has, admittedly, been a while between missives, but your patience will certainly be rewarded with the juicy, kooky collection of poems we’ve been putting together in the months since we last corresponded.
Continuing his epistolary exchange-by-cento with Michele Seminara, Stuart Barnes’ Airs or Wind, opens this edition, remixing the words of Elizabeth Bishop, in her own heated and often wickedly sardonic correspondence with Robert Lowell. (Stuart recently won the Thomas Shapcott Prize for Poetry, which means his first book The Staysails, will be published by UQP this year, you saw him here first, justsayin’)
The other letters in this collection are unanswerable, and all the more tender and elusive for it. Alice Allan addresses her poem, Dear David, to the Sydney poet and novellist David Brooks, whose work accompanies her in insomnia, and its related musings on the uselessness of kookaburras, social awkwardness and anger. Adam Ford, in That was Mars the other night I’m sure of it, pens a kind of love-letter to the cosmos during the deep darkness of bin night.
Two poems by Holly Isemonger – sad witch psalms ;( and Aesthetics round out the collection. Written with the aid of Google Translate (one of my favourite toys by far), the poems are a kind of correspondence, or perhaps mis-correspondence, across languages, and discuss in madcap detail the sex lives of surrealists and sibyls respectively.
I’m super-psyched to share these poems with you – and, as always, you can always respond to them, or begin your own poetic dalliances, by contributing to Epistles at Dawn project via our Submittable page.
Stuart Barnes responds to Michele Seminara with a cento sources from letters by Elizabeth Bishop to Robert Lowell...Read More
'Very surreal': Holly Isemonger corresponds with Google Translate...Read More
Modern psalms for the sad witches amongst us, courtesy of Holly Isemonger...Read More
'kookaburras and dingoes aren’t useful either': Alice Allan writes to David Brooks in our latest Epistles at Dawn installation...Read More
Adam Ford searches for his Venus on bin night in the suburbs...Read More
I didn’t pick my moment well. We were standing in the middle of the vegetable aisle at Harris Farm, in front of an over-spilling tray of truss tomatoes, shortly after incurring the ire of a short and beefy man in a four-wheel drive whose parking spot I’d inadvertently taken.Read More
Our last round of Epistles at Dawn focuses primarily on one main set of duelers – Elizabeth Allen and Mark Riboldi – who entered into a delightful correspondence through poetry. It was exciting to witness the exchange because each poet picked up on an image or idea from their counterpart and transformed it into something else entirely – quirky, tender, and occasionally bizarre.Read More
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Louise Carter contemplates writing poetry nude in a love-letter to an old affair...Read More
Joel Ephraims epistol-arily interrupts Michele Seminara and Stuart Barnes, writing back to Ted Hughes as a wild man...Read More
Firing off another epistolary volley, Michele Seminara reworks Robert Lowell's letters, in response to Stuart Barnes...Read More
Elizabeth Allen's latest Epistle meditates on family, death and the flash of light before the darkRead More
In our latest round of 'Epistles at Dawn', Mark Riboldi respond's to Elizabeth Allen's nudity. And how!Read More
Caution: contains nudityRead More