Libby Hart is creating an international poetry book review journal, and is interested in receiving NZ titles

Originally posted on NZ Poetry Shelf:

Call out: What the Bird Said

What the Bird Said will be devoted to online criticism of a diverse array of the best contemporary and international poetry and is especially keen to hear from authors and publishers of poetry collections and anthologies written in English.
Please send a query email to Libby Hart at libbyhartfile@gmail.com if you are interested in having your book reviewed.
Libby Hart is author of Fresh News from the Arctic (Anne Elder Award) and This Floating World (shortlisted for the Victorian Premier’s Awards and the Age Book of the Year Awards). Her new poetry collection, Wild, is forthcoming from Pitt Street Poetry in 2014. Please see libbyhartfile.blogspot.com for more details.

Libby Hart
Email :: libbyhartfile@gmail.com
Website :: http://libbyhartfile.blogspot.com
Postal mail :: PO Box 1289, Brighton Road LPO, Elwood 3184, Australia

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Primitivism, Poetry and the Representation of Pasifika peoples.

Originally posted on tulia thompson:

Michael Botur recently wrote an article on The Big Idea about Pasifika poetry called ‘ Mouths from the South’ . He focuses mostly on the spoken word poetry associated with South Auckland Poets Collective, but also draws in notable Pasifika poets including Karlo Mila and Selina Tusitala Marsh. Throughout the article, Botur maintains a tone of mild condescension, stating:

 [Writers like Mila and Marsh] set the scene for several NZ poets who wouldn’t be in print at all were it not for Pacific publishers, leaving old fashioned scribes behind.

Hang on, who we are leaving behind?

The article has already been challenged through a response piece on Facebook by poet Grace Taylor, and poetry heavyweights Tusiata Avia and Hinemoana Baker have left stunning responses in the comment section (you can read them by scrolling down from Botur’s article).

What I want to explore here is how Botur draws unwittingly on a…

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Alison Glenny’s ‘Orison’ wins erasure poetry competition

We are very pleased to announce that ‘Orison’ by Alison Glenny has won the erasure
poetry competition.

We were truly impressed by the way the poem transformed the original text, and touched by the depth of feeling it drew from the limited words available.

Congratulations, Alison!

Orison
Alison Glenny

 
one
 
 
 
Here is the domain
 
                        of the
 
 
 
                        ready-made
 
                        Cry out
 
                        it is otherwise –
 
 
 
There
 
                        the sycophant compels him
 
                        to proclaim aloud
 
                        the truth
 
 
 
 
 
the correlative –
 
                        not a thing but
 
                        instrumentality of things.
 
 
 
 
 
He moans
 
                        so intimately wedded
 
                        to substance even
 
                        when
 
they are
 
                        the opposite –
 
 
 
 
 
Thus it is
 
                        with the map of
 
                        settlements
 
                        a passion prevents
 
                        possession.
 
 
 
Impossible!
 
 
 
Wanting
 
                        a simple contrivance
 
                        to float in the imagination
 
                        he divides
 
                        the concert
 
from dream to reality
 
 
 
 
 
the impulse
 
                        for glory
 
                        perishes
 
                        in his own hands.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
two
 
We have seen
 
                        the secret:
 
                        all men are free
 
                        so very dear
 
                        at any price
 
 
 
 
 
soil does not exist
 
                        nor soap and candles
 
                        shoes and clothes.
 
                        The beauty in this
 
oscillation!
 
 
 
 
 
Pretty fancy
 
                        is torn
 
                        asunder
 
 
the law
 
                        falls to pieces
 
                        he thirsts
 
                        for impediments
 
 
 
 
 
What becomes of sentiment?
 
 
 
 
 
It avails him nothing
 
                        the end of the world has come
 
                        the absence of all
 
                        artifice.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
tout sera pour le mieux
 
 
The wave
 
can wash them away
 
                        the promised land
 
                        the shameless land
 
                        lavishing the stream
 
 
 
 
 
The only thing that interests us
 
                        the secret
 
                        proclaimed on the housetops –
 
                        the fundamental condition
 
                        the annihilation of words.

Sociopoetic poetry reading

All welcome this Monday 9th December for a sociopoetic poetry reading.

Readers will include Logan Dobson, Grant Duncan, Zita Rose Featherstone, Emma Harford, David Mayeda, Janet McAllister, Tracey McIntosh, Kellie McNeill, and Tulia Thompson.

We also hope to include time for an open mic, so bring your poems!

More here.

How Sociology Broke My Heart by Tulia Thompson

1. Sociology   has    broken
my heart      many times. I’m channeling Dolly Parton to say this.          That’s a distraction.
Conjuring fiddles, blonde electric curls woven out of synthetic thread, and the other jaded objects that bring country music to mind (fake boobs maybe, or the religious right, Alabama, or Desert Road)
You might say Dolly is a grossly rendered icon of the cult of the visual, or the aesthetic commodification of women. Shit, I’d forgive you.
The emphasis for me is the narrative of how she went from trash poor and made it…more.

NWA – No Worthy Authority by Logan Dobson

There’s no applause in this theatre where the feared are gutless vendetta accredited cut-throats attached to government gun-scopes running this humdrum jungle with one pose, dressed in steel-capped black leather foot-tredder shoes, fluorescent vests and re-pressed blue suits
Then it’s “woop woop that’s the sound of da police” arrestin mobs when faced wit people’s faces that aim at takin back what’s theirs through emancipation…more.

On Auckland by Chris Schlapa

Surprises long overdue
Disappointment where one least expects it
The revealing aspects of finding one is never too old to
be horrified by other’s worldviews
 
The soothing breeze of secret support
An untainted friendship that obliviously grew in the
shadows and on most unusual ground
(You give me hope, D.)
 
Dreaming of home
Resisting home
Hiding in the world’s furthermost place
You will not find me, no one will find me

Doing it in an elevator – poetry in public

Rosary by Tulia Thompson

When Grey Lynn swam in primary colours

I used to twist my hair into a knot

Play touch with all the giggly kids

No shoes             rasta patterns               pineapple pie

Aunty cooking up the dalo

 

              now I wear op-shop jeans

              jandals on my giant feet

              even in the Grey

 

              Least you’re not tralalaing over graveyards

              chewing up the headstones

              says my grandmother

              swinging her own bare brown feet               out of the sky

 

but she’s singing Isa Lei           and I

only have a poem.

 

I could sell you a rosary from the beads on my ovaries.

shiny / secret /               circlets shaped like nits

 

strung on a thread

 

they might shine in the moonlight.

The Traveling Words.

Originally posted on Beradadisini:

One of the reasons why I love second-hand books is this: because sometimes–when I get lucky, I’ll find one with hand-written notes inside of it.

I am always fascinated by such random collision of lives; knowing that the book I am holding once belong to someone else; given as an act of love by the people who are/were close to their hearts. Reading those hand-written notes, I can’t help to wonder who these people are, what are their stories, and why those books find their way to greet me in some random bookstores in different parts of the world.

So, I guess the idea has been occupying my mind since then, leaving me questioning:

“What will happen when you leave hand-written notes: a poem, a prose, a flash fiction–anything that is close to your heart, to be found by random strangers?”

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Last Saturday, together with my soul-sister, Ollie, we…

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The Robert Frost Foundation calls for poems in the spirit of Robert Frost for its Annual Award. The winner receives $1,000 and the opportunity to read at a Frost Foundation event…more.

(Deadline 1st February 2014)

sociopoetic1:

So happy to see a new poem by Aaron Robertson, inspired by Chapter 33! He’s made new words by deleting some letters from words in the text…

Originally posted on Wordwhittling:

For a few different reasons I’ve recently been exploring the possibilities of found poetry, two examples of which are to be found below. Each involved quite different degrees of ‘finding’.

The first, Triolet Linguistique, translates a phrase from Chapter 2 of Histoire de la langue française by Mireille Huchon (6th edn., Le Livre de Poche, 2009). I’ve arranged the clauses slightly differently to make grammatical sense in English, but otherwise just divided it into eight lines to achieve the end rhymes. The end result is surprisingly close to a strict triolet, originally an eight-line form of medieval French poetry that uses repeated lines and two end rhymes.

Triolet Liguistique
From the 12th century,
the digraph ou
(that would become the mark for [u]
when the diphthong [ou]
monophthongized in [u]
in the 12th century)
developed to transcribe the diphthong [ou]
derived from the vocalization of [l].

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For emerging and established poets, with no style, thematic, or length restrictions…more.

(Deadline 2nd January 2014)

First prize includes  $1000 and the publication of a poetry collection…more.

(Deadline 31st December)

An interview with Anne Kennedy

Originally posted on NZ Poetry Shelf:

Anne Kennedy mugshot

Anne Kennedy has many strings to her writing bow. She writes fiction, poetry and screenplays, and has gathered wide readership with her ability to draw upon a keen intellect, empathy, humour and a musical ear. This year she won the Poetry Category of The New Zealand Post Book Awards, with her collection The Darling North (Auckland University Press, 2012); a decision that delighted her poetry fans (Sarah Jane Barnett, who was also shortlisted, sung the praises of Anne’s poetry in a Listener interview). Anne’s debut collection, Sing-song (AUP, 2003)  won The Montana New Zealand Book Awards and her follow-up, The Time of the Giants (AUP, 2005), was short-listed. Very few New Zealand poets have received such sustained honours (perhaps Cilla McQueen?). This year also saw the release of her critically acclaimed novel, The Last Days of the National Costume. Anne has spent a number of years teaching fiction and screenwriting…

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