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John Kinsella

John Kinsella's most recent works include the poetry volumes Drowning in Wheat: Selected Poems (Picador, 2016) and Open Door (UWAP, 2018), the story collections Crow’s Breath (Transit Lounge 2015) and Old Growth (Transit Lounge, 2017), and the critical volume Polysituatedness (Manchester University Press, 2017). Recent novels are Lucida Intervalla (UWAP, 2018) and Hollow Earth (Transit Lounge, 2019). He often works in collaboration with other poets, artists, musicians, and activists. With Tracy Ryan he is the co-editor of The Fremantle Press Anthology of Western Australian Poetry (2017). He is a Fellow of Churchill College, Cambridge University, and Emeritus Professor of Literature and Environment at Curtin University, Western Australia. He lives on Ballardong Noongar land at Jam Tree Gully in the Western Australian wheatbelt, and has also lived in the USA, UK and Ireland.

Dante Graphology Drawing Poems: 14 Works by John Kinsella

As part of my decades-long Graphology poems cycle, I have created many drawing-poems that (to my mind at least) exist between/around/across written text and visual images, and which hopefully test and blur semantic delineations and category definitions.

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NO THEME 10 Editorial

A callout for a poetry of consciousness ‘that enacts and is responsible for what it considers’, that has been written with an awareness of ‘crises, brinks and redress’, was always going to bring some powerful and confronting work.

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Submission to Cordite 101: NO THEME 10

Images courtesy of Jeanine Leane and John Kinsella. From now, and throughout 2021, we’re celebrating 25 years of publishing. Milestones include the publication of Cordite Poetry Review’s 100th issue in February, Cordite Books’ 40th print title, and the new free …

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Brimstone Villanelle

All the sulphur of experiments and gardens of explosions and purifications, the Golden Splash Tooth the subceracea light of the shades and the damp and the sun’s show-through the mimicry of light and shadow-skin. Sun’s action is beneath away from …

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We Ask More

‘Give we the hills our equal prayer, Earth’s breezy hills and heaven’s blue sea; I ask for nothing further here But my own heart and liberty.’ Emily Brontë Ask everything more of layout under pressure. Ask for depths outside and …

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Introduction to Matthew Hall’s False Fruits

Fruit is the apogee of the pastoral. It’s what the work, the waiting, the ritual and the thanks are for. But the making of fruit is costly and even the ‘natural’ cycle of things will be managed so some factors are privileged over others. In this cycle of post-lyrical poems, Hall questions the form and circumstances of these factors. What are they?

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Activist Journal: Ireland and Germany Extraction, 2015-16

18/9/2015 Rosewood, Schull, Co. Cork, Ireland. Difficult and full fortnight of work coming up before I have to travel solo to London on bus, ferry and train.

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The Collapse of Space: On Lisa Gorton’s The Life of Houses

I think making comparisons between Lisa Gorton’s The Life of Houses and other writers is somewhat distracting of the novel’s achievement.

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from Lip Trills

Strung out goes hard wired into the signature scarring so shown on arching barks as sampled tolerance slurs and ligatures, he shall have music wherever he goes to stack accumulating pocket money with foxed gatefold and the bells on his …

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Scarabs

Ah let’s do new where scarabs click Resonant dust from hashish headlight Forever dream thing sweeps through high brocade And mind is central, serene, lavender mists With a sucker punch below the graft, Below a mortar and pestle imprimatur — …

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Riposte

Coming back to their neck of the woods, a shout was as good as a wolf and a basket
 as full as a boot full of tarnished medallions
 and useless keys, pugnacious as costume
 on a moonlit patio, swilling prosecco
 …

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Buzzkill

In the constant tramline motion of his trainers He took the third and added a choice amendment To their wish fulfilment; but don’t doubt he loved — He did, big time and strong, the tall buildings wavering. Sneaker rocker ripping …

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Monument

1. Play the fluted column. Treasury of the consciousness of Man. Ring the emperors’ bells. The disappearing hat-trick. Replace chipped crockery. One copy among others. Animal furnishings. Will make nature obsolete? And so they cluster. Picture, fresco, miniature and stained-glass. …

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Shimmy

Short on shimmy they took to the disco with a resounding whomp of white & solid silver waves of wire; a platform to berate from, a wag the dog diorama; wearing only your shadow & shouting to the stomping throng …

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Ali Alizadeh Interviews John Kinsella

John Kinsella’s most recent book Divine Comedy: Journeys Through a Regional Geography is an incredibly ambitious and meticulous rewriting of that great epic poem of the Middle Ages, Dante's The Divine Comedy. Our guest poetry editor for Epic, Ali Alizadeh, interviewed Kinsella recently, via email. Their discussion ranged from traditional notions of the epic form, and Kinsella's relationship with it, to ecological manifestoes and collaborative projects, and the concept of 'pushing against form'.

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Ern Malley Jr.: My sister’s eyes are nothing like the sun…

Ern is of the park, and occasionally further afield. He channels, divines, and is pretty much an open book. He is losing his ambitions.

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Ern Malley Jr. : Gnostic Iron Bird Jism

Ern is of the park, and occasionally further afield. He channels, divines, and is pretty much an open book. He is losing his ambitions.

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Ern Malley Jr. : Crown Soliciting

Ern is of the park, and occasionally further afield. He channels, divines, and is pretty much an open book. He is losing his ambitions.

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Ern Malley Jr. : Graphology 130: The dripping disincontinent

Ern is of the park, and occasionally further afield. He channels, divines, and is pretty much an open book. He is losing his ambitions.

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Ern Malley Jr. : Mercurial, Mirabell… Anopheles: Culture-shift

Ern is of the park, and occasionally further afield. He channels, divines, and is pretty much an open book. He is losing his ambitions.

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Laissez Faire

They were acting crazy around the card table. She was trying to teach the guys how to deal poker hands, the way it ought to be done — she was bluffing, they were too stoned, in this motel room like …

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Drugs and Country Towns

for Paul Muldoon The SS Commodore with tinted windows will make the run to Perth in a few hours, the stereo flat-tack and the driver pumped up, hanging out but intoxicated by the prospect of picking up, the hollowness filled …

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Narrative

Long-hauled in the hot zone a road train tugs on the rightist strings and precedent is damned like tokenism, an outmoded supply strategy that has them talking of extracting organs from prisoners and sustaining life to promote suffering, suspicion the …

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Wrapping the Hay

The hay has just been stacked in neat yellow bricks like some complex puzzle that needs to be solved. The shed’s full, it sits alone out there in the stark yellow paddock – pathetic edifice waiting to be torched or …

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