Melinda Smith's Mull and Fiddle
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| Blog Name: | Melinda Smith's Mull and Fiddle |
| Url: | http://www.melindasmith.wordpress.com |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | Poetry, Writing |
| Description: | Poems you can actually read and understand |
| Popularity: | 5 Followers |
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Spring Poetry Festival and poems in November Quadrant
Hello again! Two bit of news: Last Friday and Saturday (13th and 14th November 2009) was the Canberra Spring Poetry Festival. I was able to attend the Friday evening and Saturday morning sessions and had a ball. I particularly enjoyed the launches of Alan Gould’s and Susan Hampton’s new books (Folk Tunes and News of the Insect World, respectively) and the Saturday session on ‘Bringing Poetry to the Masses’ with John Foulcher, Geoff Page, Lizz Murphy, Harry Laing and Paul Magee. It was also a chance to catch up with some genuine ‘fans’, still a very new experience for me but not an unpleasant one :-). The e
Hello again! Two bit of news: Last Friday and Saturday (13th and 14th November 2009) was the Canberra Spring Poetry Festival. I was able to attend the Friday evening and Saturday morning sessions and had a ball. I particularly enjoyed the launches of Alan Gould’s and Susan Hampton’s new books (Folk Tunes and News of the Insect World, respectively) and the Saturday session on ‘Bringing Poetry to the Masses’ with John Foulcher, Geoff Page, Lizz Murphy, Harry Laing and Paul Magee. It was also a chance to catch up with some genuine ‘fans’, still a very new experience for me but not an unpleasant one :-). The e
Readings from Undertow 22 Oct 09
I was priveleged to be guest speaker last night at a set of readings from Undertow, the University of Canberra student creative writing anthology for 2009. The venue was Smith’s Alternative Bookshop (no relation ) and the event went very well. There was wine, sushi, wonderful music from Cathy Petocz and of course engaging performances from the half a dozen students who read their work. I recommend giving Undertow a read, the standard is very high and there are
I was priveleged to be guest speaker last night at a set of readings from Undertow, the University of Canberra student creative writing anthology for 2009. The venue was Smith’s Alternative Bookshop (no relation ) and the event went very well. There was wine, sushi, wonderful music from Cathy Petocz and of course engaging performances from the half a dozen students who read their work. I recommend giving Undertow a read, the standard is very high and there are
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Hi there, long time no blog! Thanks to everyone who came to the packed-out Gods reading in August! By all accounts the punters were well entertained – and some of the drunker ones swore blind they’d been converted to genuine fans by the experience I have had a few poems published or accepted for publication recently. One of these is Falling, published in Blue Dog a couple of months ago and posted separately. I also have four upcoming in
Hi there, long time no blog! Thanks to everyone who came to the packed-out Gods reading in August! By all accounts the punters were well entertained – and some of the drunker ones swore blind they’d been converted to genuine fans by the experience I have had a few poems published or accepted for publication recently. One of these is Falling, published in Blue Dog a couple of months ago and posted separately. I also have four upcoming in
Falling
A brown and slimy autumn leaf was mashed into the floor. I said ‘Who didn’t wipe their feet?’, and spread the shopping bags around it. Grief was hiding in the food again: the pumpkin, the bananas too brought me to tears. That’s nothing new: last week it was the multi-grain. My flailing mind begins to thresh its blighted no-hope harvest. May this season end. I need to say when planting can begin afresh. published in Blue Dog (poetry magazine of the
A brown and slimy autumn leaf was mashed into the floor. I said ‘Who didn’t wipe their feet?’, and spread the shopping bags around it. Grief was hiding in the food again: the pumpkin, the bananas too brought me to tears. That’s nothing new: last week it was the multi-grain. My flailing mind begins to thresh its blighted no-hope harvest. May this season end. I need to say when planting can begin afresh. published in Blue Dog (poetry magazine of the
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