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Michael Dransfield

Michael Dransfield was born in Sydney on 12 September more



  • Paterson

    Andrew Barton Paterson was born on 17 February 1864 at Narrambla, New South Wales, the ... more
  • Pam Brown, 2004, photographer unknown

    Pam Brown

    Pam Brown was born in Seymour, Victoria in 1948, and grew up on military bases ... more
  • E. J. Brady

    Edwin James Brady was born on 7 August 1869 at Carcoar, near Bathurst, New South ... more
  • Roberta ("Bobbi") Sykes, photo courtesy University of Queensland Press

    Roberta Sykes

    Roberta ‘Bobbi’ Sykes was born about 1944 in Townsville, Queensland. Raised by a white mother, ... 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


My Father by Geoffrey Lehmann

Often I think that life is in all things,
And even stones and streams have an awareness,
And life did not miraculously begin,
For all things swirl with a rudimentary life.
Perhaps the molecule, perhaps the atom
Has a pure being more rabid than our own—

In Walker Street North Sydney an old house
Of rotten weatherboard with rusty roof
And crumbling fence (a death-trap for stray drunks— ... more

The Coasts Of Cerigo by A. D. Hope

Half of the land, conscious of love and grief,
Half of the sea, cold creatures of the foam,
Mermaids still haunt and sing among the coves.
Sailors, who catch them basking on the reef,
Say they make love like women, and that some
Will die if once deserted by their loves.

Off shore, in deeper water, where the swell
Smokes round their crests, the cliffs of coral plunge
Fathom by fathom to the ocean floor. ... more