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michael dransfield

Michael Dransfield

Michael Dransfield was born in Sydney on 12 September 1948....read more

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Poets

  • Amanda Stewart

    Amanda Stewart

    Amanda Stewart was born in 1959. She began writing and performing poetry in the late ... more
  • joanne burns as a child, Bondi, 1940s, photograph courtesy the author

    joanne burns

    joanne burns was born in Vaucluse, Sydney, in 1945, and grew up in Sydney’s eastern ... more
  • Laurie Duggan, Faversham 2007

    Laurie Duggan

    Laurence James Duggan was born in South Melbourne in 1949. In the late 1960s and ... more
  • Bruce Beaver, Manly NSW, 1984, photo by John Tranter

    Bruce Beaver

    Bruce Beaver was born in the Sydney seaside suburb of Manly on 14 February 1928. ... more

Review

Interview: Pam Brown, January-March 2014

Why do you write poetry? That really is a tough question. I doubt that I'll give you a very interesting answer -   I can only sound glib. For me writing poetry might be a habit, or a disorganised ritual.   I've done it all my life, since around the age of seven - I started with lists. It's partly a way of notating my thinking. I suppose it's also a kind of irreligious vocation - one with hardly a skerrick of remuneration. How do you read? Diversely, but very consciously. I usually have three or four things that I'm ... ...read review

Poems

Community Rain Song by Oodgeroo Noonuccal

At the old tribal squatting-place
Behind the camp gunyas
Tonight they were doing their Wyambi rain song
Under the bright stars.
This was nardoo-gathering season
But now little nardoo. Too long dry,
Grass all brown, birds not breeding,
Creeks not running, clouds gone long time.
This not a ritual secret and sacred,
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Lilith Considers Two Others… by John Kinsella

To give him his due, he hated his name,
and he hated the way the scabs clustered about his
arsehole, the way governments and family
fucked him around. And he died young — in fact,
he died when he was about seven. When he noted
the colour of his mother's dresses, the texture
of his sister's undergarments, the grime
that gathered beneath his fingers. When he realised
that words were made up of letters, that letters
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