Antonia Pont

‘Thinking is not a problem’: Alice Allan Interviews Antonia Pont

Antonia Pont’s debut collection of poetry, You Will Not Know in Advance What You’ll Feel came out with the Rabbit Poets Series at the end of 2019.

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Milk River

(after Agnes Martin) I can barely stay on it look at it (now seeing that I’ve become frightened of you) areas of dark white move like fish beneath like bruises—rounded, spoken: submerged garden pressing to flower after having flowered. border …

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afterwards there will have been no justification for silence you will only have had its circumstantial axiom to pass through: history’s hot sum pulse softened to oily lead sweet for soldering instants time’s tendency to atrophy when flung to the …

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Antonia Pont Reviews Meredith Wattison

I am reluctant to divulge for how long I deferred reviewing Meredith Wattison’s Terra Bravura. It languished with me during the later months of the first half of 2015, then, as I left the country in late June it joined the other analogue reads in my suitcase. Before my departure, I’d plunged in, but was unable to assemble for myself a sense of the individual poems and their relation, with the purpose, of course, of saying something about them that would do the work justice. Like a stern and observant child, the work insisted on a ‘doing justice’. Perhaps rather than opinions, what was gathering for me was a series of unrepresentables; atmospheres.

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Reading Chekhov

We called it a Russian summer, roses on the table, vase too light in the wind — the blooms’ suitable pinkness, smarting. She lent me a jacket— pelty aubergine velour, with button missing. And hat of genuine silver fox —undoubtedly …

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Review Short: Andrew Burke’s One Hour Seeds Another and Nicola Bowery’s married to this ground

Addressing the quotidian in writing is an ongoing practice for many poets. Andrew Burke’s One Hour Seeds Another and Nicola Bowery’s married to this ground approach this preoccupation with a robust commitment and urge to render it lucidly, but each is in conversation with different lineages. Burke’s cycle is cross-fertilised with jazz and folk music, with Hindu and Buddhist references, with playful abstraction, but it is the intentional elegiac timbre in this collection that lingers in the reader’s mind.

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i felt sad when the NY man left i was on a tram travelling west on Bridge Road towards the city i cued a tune by Beirut to repeat while i smiled through smeary windows did some tears in the …

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Review Short: Pip Smith’s Too Close for Comfort

It’s funny the effect of sequence. When I picked up Pip Smith’s collection Too Close for Comfort, winner of the 2013 Helen Bell Poetry Award, I wasn’t primed for anything. I had no expectations – neither indulgent, nor prickly. The volume has texture: bundles of thin pages alternating with thick ones, the latter offering various portions of an illustration of the work’s ‘leitmotif’ – the giant squid.

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Review Short: Steve Brock’s Double Glaze

In his most recent collection, Double Glaze, Steve Brock moves the orderly reader from the very public realm of ‘Work’, via ‘The Commute’, to dwell with ‘Writing’ and finally to settle in, arguably the most intimate of registers, ‘Family’. Although poetic work rarely arrives in convenient clusters, a poet’s choice in manuscript arrangement is not arbitrary; it intimates the conceptual webbing informing the collection’s central aesthetic, thematic, and in this case, socio-political, preoccupations.

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