Sometimes you're cornered
by a square.
If pigs could fly
there’d be
less bacon.
If you were a bully at school,
don’t be one now.
If you keep having flings,
one day you’ll be flung.
If you’re digging your own grave,
consider what you’re using
as the shovel.
If God exists
we must appal him sometimes.
If time is money
some of us
will end up short-changed.
If you think you know everything,
try writing poems.
(for Adam Ford and Dennis Wild)
I write poetry—
because it puts windows where there were walls
because today is a mountain
I’d like to reduce to a few stanzas
because now is the time to write it.
I write poetry, hoping to astound myself.
I write poetry because I enjoy
coaxing words
out of the corral of my ribs,
letting them graze
upon the blank page
under the shade of an adverb.
I try to write poetry clearly, use words sparingly,
each word, a small cog or spring needed
to make the poem tick.
Don’t want to fog or flood
any readers proceeding to the end of my poem,
where they may rest
in the quiet clearing
just beyond
the last full stop.
It requires regular (preferably weekly) practice. Facing the blank page regularly. What to leave behind? Negative or excusing inner voices saying, repeating “I can’t write today”, “I’ve no ideas”, I’ve got a backlog of other things to do”.
The poet is threatened by time, the telephone, the internet inbox, the lure of sunshine and walking outside away from bullring of the blank page.
The blank page is daunting but not writing induces guilt, despondency, erosion of our compass and rudder.
Facing the blank page is where we learn…and what is knowledge? –an attempt to pierce fog, murk, swamp, darkness, to reveal, to illuminate and by doing so we set an example.
The poets we admire, they have written their poems. Look at their poems, the choice and order of their words, but the narrator in your poems should be you, or one of your selves that has key, amusing or thought-provoking things to show or convey.
Writing a poem involves focus and calm simultaneously, even if the subject matter may be difficult and costly.
Writing poetry involves control and sometimes letting go of the steering wheel .
Writing poetry involves gathering what people say, how they look, what they do or refrain from doing.
Writing poetry involves noticing the shape and veins on a leaf, what the sea, night-time, and waking today, holds and means.
Writing poetry involves sifting, selecting, deciding which paints and brushstrokes to try,
which to retain.
Writing poetry involves thinking about people and life, thinking about important questions.
Reading and writing go together. Reading contemporary poetry, history, crime fiction and biographies, have given and continue to give me nourishment. Images, facts, pictures, characters, personalities from this pleasurable reading have given me many seeds for poems.
Much writing is a mix of personal/historical fact and the imagination. Both careful and vigorous mixing of fact and imagination has given and continues to give us engaging pieces of writing.
Literature survives due to our writers utilizing image and story. To ignore image and story is to have a hulk of words without windows, an engine or a colourful driver.
Tell the reader, the listener, the truth of your life, how you have perceived yourself, those around you, your neighbourhood and country, this spinning and phenomenal earth.
Writing involves courage, crossing the tundra of the blank page, but you can turn that blank page into a dancehall, a boudoir, the Amazon river, a mirror.
Writing is about the reality of putting words on paper or on a computer screen. I’ve written this today. Now I can move on to the next piece of writing, my next appointment with putting one word foot in front of the other, something that toddlers, pilgrims, explorers and sages do.
Saturday,18 January at 3 p.m, North Melbourne Library, 66 Errol Street, North Melbourne.
Tuesday, 4 March, 6 to 8 p.m, Launch of new (fifth) poetry collection, Personal Weather, at The Wheeler Centre, 176 Little Lonsdale Street, Melbourne.
Friday, 7 March at 5.30 p.m, Brisbane Square Library, 266 George Street, Brisbane.
Sunday, 23 March at 7 p.m, Sacred Lounge, Cnr Colbourne Avenue and St Johns Road, Glebe, Sydney.
I give poetry readings in private houses to groups of eight or more. Currently I don't charge for this but will accept donations and/or petrol money if the private house reading is outside the Melbourne metropolitan area.
To date I have given private house readings in Victoria, New South Wales, South Australia, Tasmania and China.
My family and I – Helen, our son Walter and our dog Buzz (black miniature poodle – housetrained) are interested in house-swaps in Australia and overseas and are interested in billeting visitors to Melbourne and being billeted ourselves when we go on poetry reading tours in Australia and overseas.