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michael dransfield

Michael Dransfield

Michael Dransfield was born in Sydney on 12 September more



  • 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


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 ... review


Seventy Fathoms up by Sarah Day

Hanging on to the pot's mesh
with his oversize right claw,
elevating through seventy dark green fathoms,
the Giant Crab has recourse to consider
that there is much security within a rock
and that he has always felt at home on the sea bed.

For the first time, there is no basis to work on.
He wonders, peering through the grid beneath,
if fish live like this always, hovering. ... more

Alas, Fleeting by Peter Porter

Oh, the Old Roman,
churning up the mud of our hearts
(What do you mean, old?—
he was a brisk young placemaker
when he crammed his nose into his odes)—
Oh, the man we'd like to be,
choosing badly and recovering,
finding friends among the Villa Men,
those parvenus who are the only lords
... more