Antigone Kefala



Review Short: Antigone Kefala’s Fragments

Fragments by Antigone Kefala Giramondo Publishing, 2016 When casting an eye back at Antigone Kefala’s oeuvre, one finds a poet of the surreal, who has delicately combined reality, folklore, and dream state. She has expressed the trauma of migration and …

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Antigone in Aotearoa: Interview with Kefala (O’Keefe edit)

Antigone Kefala | Sydney Morning Herald | 2015 Hazel de Berg’s recordings take place in the homes or work spaces of the subjects rather than a recording studio. This allows something of these places into the recording whether birdsong, traffic …

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Falling Angels: A Chapbook Curated by Anna Couani

Falling Angels: A Chapbook Curated by Anna Couani
In curating this collection, I asked the writers to provide pieces that are short, edgy, and I’m happy that they have fulfilled that very loose brief. The disrupted texts they’ve produced – whilst having interesting formal qualities – also have poignant emotive qualities. The term I use for what others refer to as prose-poetry is experimental prose because I find that term broader and more inclusive. I asked several visual artists to suggest works that I could take or requested particular works I had already seen.

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A Diasporic Journey: Greek-Australian Poetry in Bilingual and English Publications

Antigone KefalaIt all started for me in 1983 when Dimitris Tsaloumas – a Greek poet in Melbourne – had just won the National Book Council Award for best book of the year with his poetry collection The Observatory, in bilingual form. In other words, he had won an award based on the translations of his original Greek poems, as the judging panel did not have any knowledge of Greek. It was certainly a first for Australian letters.

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Reading Old Diaries

I was telling Jurgis last night that his bats had arrived again to eat the figs. I said: ‘Your friends have been coming again, the other night, while I was on the terrace, with their floppy wings.’ And he: ‘… …

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