A quick hi and Blake Poetry Prize update |
And about two years later (August 2018) another update: the draft manuscript languishes half-mast. Life keeps getting in the way (caring and related juggles) but it stays in my dreams. I daydream and plot ways to facilitate this project. Saying this here helps keep it real.
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I'm jumping back into this earlier post (May 2017) to give you an update on the Blake Poetry Prize. I was of the impression it had folded but, good news, it has moved to the Casula Powerhouse Arts Centre in partnership with the Liverpool City Library as of this year. The Blake Poetry Prize closes June 2. The much longer running Blake Prize (for art) moved to Casula Powerhouse in 2016. Both are held biennially.
Meanwhile you can find Prayer: Quick & Dirty (see below) in a feature published by Rochford Street Review with great thanks. Click here.
Meanwhile you can find Prayer: Quick & Dirty (see below) in a feature published by Rochford Street Review with great thanks. Click here.
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At my first art class the teacher encouraged us to buy a book
of anatomy and to draw and re-draw the human body - from skin in and bone out -
spending the week between classes sketching people as skeletons. I had two
active children and had no trouble filling books with their small skeletons at play.
Fast sketching in the street and from the car was more practice
in catching the fleeting. In those days I could also remember a face or a
character and sketch it well later.
I learnt to make image, to explore colour and to observe. All great
tools for writing.
I love the smell of paint (started as a child sniffing freshly
painted doors) and to swing a brush and have missed these. From time to time I’ll
break out and mess with oil pastels or do a bit of scribbling with pencil or
stick & ink.
A friend gave me a very small book once with plain cream pages
and I found myself tearing out text and images and adding my own images and words. Fragments. This (now well thumbed) book eventually became a prose poem called Prayer: Quick & Dirty and was Highly
Commended in the 2013 Blake (sorry - I've mentioned this before - and before!). A few pages from the book – or as it turned out an early draft of
the poem – are below. The captions are related fragments from the poem.
This is the catalyst for a manuscript [concept] I've been slowly shaping up and hope to find time to focus on (see previous posts). The poem can be found at the Blake Prize website. Oh no it can't. Seems the website may be no longer. Hmmm.
This is the catalyst for a manuscript [concept] I've been slowly shaping up and hope to find time to focus on (see previous posts). The poem can be found at the Blake Prize website. Oh no it can't. Seems the website may be no longer. Hmmm.
Listen quick and dirty eight orange stars | a vest like a/raffle ticket |
His raven eye fitly set wounds Your takeaway face ... |
... him and his raspberry insult
cobbles/burled by the currents smooth grey pigeons
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... peel back the pages you/will see her porcelain
skin is broken china
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... crushed to coal a black slide their
slippers a queue of teeth
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... lays her eggs in mud
bottles distinguishes the character of/her young like some
small miracle
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Yesterday's journey an/arc of stiletto red under
the monotone of stricken evening
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the old Singer up on its brawny legs
humming Its running stitch/its rapid tacking chronicles this
place
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... the desert freckled
hide ...
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