Welcome Will,
You say you have no idea where you are going
stylistically. My advice is: stay that way.
Wystan
> thanks for the invitation.
>
> I'm an 18-year old poet, currently studying first-year Arts at Melbourne
> University. I'm still a novice, but thus far my work has appeared in
> Thylazine, and is upcoming in Sidewalk, Paper Tiger, and Centoria. As far as
> poetics go, I have no idea where I'm going stylistically, and I'm always
> keen for some kind of guidance.
>
> Right now I'm trying to get over just how good John Forbes is, and I've been
> reading plenty of Gig Ryan's work. To supplement this I read a lot of Auden
> and Roethke, plus a lot of Plath, but I'm currently fascinated by Australian
> poetry.
>
> cheers..
>
> here are two poems.
>
> Insight
>
> Having no need to learn the escape-route
> into fiction I can see by your
> kaleidoscope spines, salacious jackets
> just what makes a graceful paperback.
> The kind of read gives you fixation of
> imagination laid a-ways from my reality
> of pacing lope and mirror-side findings,
> done to a backing of insatiable greed,
> say, on my behalf. Patient father, to mother
> I looted your charms for the good of my
> eyes, and they’re as much a mystery to
> me as this first, amazing page – man in
> pale shirt confiding in the air of a field.
>
> Trampoline
>
> My cousin, also from the city, we
> could jump on all day, the
> trampoline eating with soaring absorption
> energy in our toes. This was the
> drive-in cinema on the edge of a
> paddock for us, the air our gentle
> headset, toes getting close to farm
> ground but bouncy webbing caught
> us staring so we barely got a sniff
> of the cow action. Just tasted the
> strange country flavour fairy-floss
> in the natural white of cloud.
> With no added preservatives the only
> colouring was the plastic wrapping of
> blue atmosphere. And you, cousin, you
> sent me packing as we vied for
> finer gulps of liquid Cirrus – pushed
> me off and I flew, blacked out when
> first I felt the factory paddock
> floor. Concussed, dad was after some
> compensation so I pretended I didn’t
> know the time or day. There I never knew.
>
>
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