ESTABLISHED WRITER-IN-RESIDENCE in Edith Cowan House
Applications are being sought for our Established Writer-in-residence
program for the early part of 2002. This position is subject to a successful
grant application by the WA Writers Centre (Katharine Susannah Prichard
Centre, Fellowship of Australian Writers and the Peter Cowan Writers
Centre). The residency is for three weeks full-time or equivalent part-time.
Applications will close on 7th December and late submissions will be
accepted in early 2002 for those writers who are absent from the state.
Deadline of entries must be post-marked by the 31st January 2002. Writers
wishing to apply can email the Centre at [log in to unmask] to receive
copies of the application form and employment criteria. Send for copies to
Established Writer-in-residence Program, Peter Cowan Writers Centre, PO Box
239, Joondalup WA 6919. Other enquiries call Helen on (08) 9301 2282. For
more information re-post or contact me back channel on this hotmail address.
Please note: Accommodation is available in my home which is 20 minutes by
car from the university. Meals, subject to negotiation with your host. Yours
truly!
Helen Hagemann
Coordinator
Peter Cowan Writers Centre
Edith Cowan House
Edith Cowan University
Joondalup, Western Australia
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>From: ALI ALIZADEH <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and
> poetics <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Flames Can't
>Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2001 22:33:11 +1000
>
>Flames Can't - by Ali Alizadeh
>
>1.
>
>Flames can’t put out
>the city’s fire
>
>Fists won’t block
>the opponent’s hits
>
>Swords could never
>heal the bleeding flesh
>
>2.
>
>we joked and pocked fun at the faces on the street
>close to midnight at the intersection where hookers prance
>
>we took the tram to your suburb and I watched you sing
>the silly musical’s tunes with the most lucid voice
>I’d ever felt, in reverence of
>
>your eyes, big enough to engulf the night’s balmy solace
>your smile, generous enough to gorge my restless ranting and replace it
>with
>a relieved heat-felt laugh. So
> without interrupting your joyous music
>I named and anointed you
>the angel, the only one
>laughing and singing amongst the city’s cunning
>downcast killers.
>
>3.
>
>they keep persisting
>
>that flames could fend off fire
>that fear could forsake their horror
>promising annihilation and a vision
>of crops of corpses collected near the enemy’s bombed villages and burnt
>farms
>compensating for their own dead. But
>
>How could a bullet stop another bullet?
>
>4.
>
>Victories aren’t won with bombs but revived
>Through redemption from the ashes of anguish.
>
>or so I heard between the lines of your song, angel
>as our tram passed over the bumps and approached your house.
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