Jal Nicholl

Jal Nicholl has published poems and reviews in various places online and in print. He also writes and has begun to publish short stories in the horror genre. He lives in rural Victoria with his wife and son and two dogs, where he teaches high school English.

Review Short: Philip Salom’s Between Yes and No

Philip Salom is a poet and novelist who has, like several others of his generation, made a career straddling academia and a kind of award-and fellowship-winning literary writing (see the long list on his personal website) that has enabled him to retire in his late fifties to write full time.

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You Could Talk

about how the horse trough must feel with its green algae and orange rivets having come in at the tail-end of several thousand years of horse travel and most of it in another hemisphere where but yesterday lancashire cotton replaced …

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Jal Nicholl Reviews Ouyang Yu

In his often quoted poem ‘An identity CV’, Ouyang Yu describes himself as Australian for the last couple of years, Chinese for the first 43; unashamed of either’. National educational priorities notwithstanding, I have not found the time to learn Chinese. Inevitably though, the ideal reader of this bilingual volume would know a little more of that language than nihao. However, I immediately offer an observation that if this book is not strictly intended for English monoglots, it will have to make do with a considerably smaller readership than the average volume of contemporary poetry.

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I Look You in the Eidos

Honey, we have our natures and there’s a time to speak a time to be silent also a weekend and a week Your sister used to have a thing for Irishmen you said but in the end it was a …

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Jal Nicholl Reviews Best Australian Poems 2010

It’s hard to write about a collection as diverse as this. It has no theme really except what Adamson mentions in his introduction, quoting Baudelaire’s poem ‘Correspondances’, a poem, to paraphrase blandly, about mysterious relations between things of different kinds. Anything can be compared to anything else, but is there a “ténébreuse et profonde unité” (“dark and deep unity”) in this collection, as Adamson seems to imply?

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The European Manner of Crossing Legs

The money spider crosses a hand. You shut the door and open up the secret drawer, so hefty and loud your knees pop. We're beginning our descent into barbarism: sorry, it's conclusive since the windows filled with milk and the …

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