Angela Costi



Remission

Mama is waiting for me perched on her cliff with her black, bat-winged parasol opened scrutinising the sky with owl spectacles, there might be sun that sears our backs, there could be rain dropping pellets, she has thoughtfully dressed in …

Posted in 101: NO THEME 10 | Tagged

Unearthing the Greek in the Australian: an Account of Owl Publishing’s History and Foundation

Poetry publishers are an essential staple of the poetry community. When their existence is challenged by funding cuts, blinkered economic rationalisation and misguided consumerism, poets rail – as we should. But when a publisher like Owl Publishing quietly states, it …

Posted in ESSAYS | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Shanker Hotel, New Delhi, 1991

It’s not always the same man knocking coaxing with kind English or high-pitch testing the lock with a shoulder, a knife the knock turns into bang to Hindi outrage with thrust the door becomes compromised shifts towards their effort. I …

Posted in 93: PEACH | Tagged

Nathanael O’Reilly Reviews Angela Costi and Dimitris Tsaloumas

Angela Costi’s poetry and fiction have appeared in many venues, including Cordite Poetry Review, The Age, Going Down Swinging, Overland, and Southerly. She has also published non-fiction prose and written seven plays. Costi’s new chapbook, Lost in Mid-Verse, is her fourth collection of poetry, following Dinted Halos (2003), Prayers for the Wicked (2005) and Honey and Salt (2007).

Posted in BOOK REVIEWS | Tagged , ,

Reinventing the Ancient Across four Cultures, One Ocean

The collaborative mix of Ancient instrument, Sheng, modern reinvention, Stringraphy and Costi’s type of poetic practice led the artists to explore in detail the mythological journey of the Phoenix.

Posted in ESSAYS | Tagged , , ,

A Nest of Cinnamon

Angela Costi, during a Melbourne showing of 'A Nest of Cinnamon'Combining poetry with music to create a spatial dialogue is common practice. From Sappho to Leonard Cohen, Anne Sexton to Alison Croggon, Eric Beach to Kieran Carroll, there are many poets, from our past and modern times, who have engaged in a mutually rewarding collaborative process with musicians for the stage.

Posted in ESSAYS | Tagged , ,

Angela Costi Reviews Poetry Without Borders

There is a deep sigh of relief when we come across Poetry Without Borders, an anthology willing to cross unknown terrain to bring us the voices of poets rarely heard. Whether it's due to language, cultural, economic or psychological factors, those poets who have migrated or are considered to be 'new arrivals' are hardly published.

Posted in BOOK REVIEWS | Tagged , , ,

Briohny Doyle Reviews Five Islands New Poets Series 12

There are about 75 poets in Australia today whose first collection was published as part of the Five Islands New Poets Series. I arrive at this figure taking into account the number of years that the series has been published, allowing for what is referred to in several places as the 'slight hiccup' of 1997. If it is a little inaccurate it hardly matters.

Posted in BOOK REVIEWS | Tagged , , , , , ,

Shrapnel

The day she decided to wear an explosive belt equipped with a detonator and a thumb-press button, and closer to her heart she wore the companion vest with quilt-size pockets, packed with nails, screws, bolts and lead balls (smaller than …

Posted in 28: INNOCENCE | Tagged

Ashley Brown Reviews Angela Costi

To begin with, it should be noted that Angela Costi's Prayers For The Wicked – a CD of “spoken word, song, music and sound” – tells a tale of Greek Australians, deals with many traditional topics, and occasionally features Greek dialogue; and I myself am not Greek, and know none of the language. Some would argue hence that I am inappropriate to review this work, but it must be remembered that much of the potential audience of this work – and surely they should be taken into account – will not be of Greek descent, thus not possessing the bilingual luxury that I too lack.

Posted in BOOK REVIEWS | Tagged ,

Grey Sundays and Unanswered Prayers

Συννεφιασμενη Κυριακη μοιαζειζ με την καρδια μου* α. It took one song, the song of grey Sundays and unanswered prayers a bottle of whiskey and two shots of Koumandaria, sweeter than whiskey but the deeper diver, a plate of olives …

Posted in 09: MUSIC | Tagged