Benedict Andrews



Jasmina

The sun scorches my shadow as I walk the quarry’s ochre tracks with the banker’s wife Jasmina. It’s the turn of a long, slow year. I’m barely twenty, holed up in a country house trying to write. Our daily walks …

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Review Short: Benedict Andrew’s Lens Flare

Lens Flare is a collection of poems – the first, as far as I can tell – written by a theatre director more accustomed to staging Chekhov in New York or Verdi in Denmark than to publishing poems in Australian journals. I opened the book expecting to find that slightly off-key poetry written by accomplished practitioners of an allied practice – this could also be song-writing, fiction, even painting – whose singular depth of involvement is unquestioned, but is not in poetry.

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