A Journal of Australian & International Cultural Reviews, News and Criticism.
For four decades Geoff has taken his poetry and performed it in schools, prisons, youth detention centres, universities, pubs, factories, construction sites, police academies and board rooms as well as at literary festivals around Australia and overseas.
Much of Ron’s work has this “carved in granite quality.” Not only because of the strength of its imagery but also its conviction.
The multiple meanings of the title of Sarah’s beautiful collection introduces us to how playful and clever with language this book is, and also how every poem has multiple strands and potential interpretations.
O’Halloran explores the personal grief of her own losses and widens the lens to encompass loss as part of the human condition. She is generous in her compassion for the unnamed and the unknown dead.
Colleen Keating is among the most illustrious and excellent writers and poets, it was an honour for me to review her book. Beautiful, inspirational, true to life, I enjoyed reading every poem.
In agreeing to launch A Blink of Time’s Eye I feel very daunted, very nervous, as to whether I can live up to the faith that David has placed in me, and I hope I can give this moment the touch of both lightness and gravitas that characterises his poetry.
The Twilight Observatory demands of a reader the willingness to take risks, to engage with matters beyond traditional borders. This challenge is something not everyone has the ovarios for. But hers is not cryptic poetry and nor is it self-indulgent.
what happens when the visual qualities of text become totally dissociated from any pre-learned way of reading? What can we infer from a script that has no recognisable form? And what should we make of the intent of an author/artist who deliberately creates marks structurally akin to writing but with no discernible underlying meaning? How can unintelligibility be construed as a positive feature of a piece of visually displayed text?
Richard’s book More Lies. This is a strange and twisted little piece of work. Blackish, Clownish, Hellish, Funnish. It squarely aims to discombobulate. It is a fractured narrative, a jagged jigsaw, threaded with poems, and shards of poems, to throw you on and off its pungent scent.