courtesy of Andrew Vincent Photography
Shared the poem, BRONTE and PLEASE SOUND HORN.
Which led to the response, “we saw it all and we could ‘smell’ your poetry, especially the ‘attack on the senses” that is India, and the blinding, peaking ocean that rolls into Bronte.
Long after a line up, Angela sent me this email. What I spoke to those in our queue cluster about, at this moment, was what I call a kind of ‘competitive positivity’ that I found myself immersed in having dropped into Sydney again. A kind of well-being one-up-manship, contrasted swiftly with being so long in Glasgow, where the conversational currency is more about including the dark AND the light- two ends of the one stick we could call Life. The surface level of Sydney, something so attractive because it also houses such a possibility of healthy heart, mind and body – was touched on in the poem that followed:
CJ Bowerbird in action above, providing literary relief to loiterers awaiting their next big session…he was told by those standing just out of shot to the right – “our turn next!” Waiting has never been quite so alluring. Next (story) Teller, Please!
What are you waiting for? – Q-POETICS puts the poet in line for you who queue at the Sydney Writers Festival – arousing curiosity and offering literary relief to loiterers and lovers of fine word hanging out for the next big session.
Some beautiful work held in hand and in mind to be shared by these incredible q-poets…
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