Jeanine Leane
Autor(a) de Purple Threads
About the Author
Jeanine Leane is an author who will be part of the delegation of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander writers attending the First Nations Australia Writers¿ Network (FNAWN) showcasing their work at the National Book Festival in Washington DC. (Bowker Author Biography)
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Etiquetado
Conhecimento Comum
- Sexo
- female
- Nacionalidade
- Australia
- Premiações
- David Unaipon Award (2010)
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Estatísticas
- Obras
- 5
- Also by
- 2
- Membros
- 63
- Popularidade
- #268,028
- Avaliação
- 4.0
- Resenhas
- 3
- ISBNs
- 11
This is an excellent anthology with poetry around all manner of topics. The poetry has a certain amount of seriousness as one would expect from a national organization. Speaking as an outsider only, I think they succeed in their objective. Out of the one hundred poems chosen and published, about two-thirds of the works were two or more pages*. Some of the poetry was creatively formatted for a visual effect. There were many wonderful poems, and at least a few I thought a bit obtuse (another day, another reading and it might be different).
(*Here I admit that generally, these days, I enjoy shorter poetry)
last swim before space flight / Rory Green
you'll just swap one form of floating for another
they said, you're still weightless. do they know
how heavy the ocean feels? how the harvest
moon can sow a net of light, billowing, aureate,
ensnare a season before it can even arrive...
how space smells rotten and sulfuric
nothing like the briny sweetness of a coastal swell,
the way it wraps around and dizzies you,
pulls you magnetic to its rumbling source. do
they not know the moon's shimmer of spume over water
is a mere echo a soft tug on something more unknowable
and forgiving than the limping void of space?
how can they ignore the protozoic shell whispers
of ancestors who found this rock and chose to stay,
what it means to be joined to this vital. amniotic thing, to
wallow as every perfect earthly being has before you.
you know what they don't---that the weight of it
is the point, how it feels like launching
without ever leaving the ground.… (mais)