Elif Sezen

Review Short: Elif Sezen’s Universal Mother

There is something delicious about a collection that doesn’t open itself up to the reader on a first or even second reading and yet compels them to come back to it, something delightful about lines that lodge themselves in your brain and demand a third, fourth, fifth reading to reunite them with the poems they come from.

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Siobhan Hodge Reviews Contemporary Australian Feminist Poetry

Contemporary Australian Feminist Poetrypresents a compelling cross-section of feminist voices, experiences and engagements in Australia, picking up from where Kate Jenning’s 1975 feminist anthology Mother, I’m Rooted: An Anthology of Australian Women Poets left off.

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Elif Sezen’s ‘Dear Immigrants’ and ‘The Turkish Bath’

I am reminded of Doris Salcedo’s Shibboleth. For the work Salcedo broke a hairline crack into the floor of the Tate Gallery’s Turbine Hall. Running the sheer length of the hall, the crack broadened out to a crevasse of some feet. You walked alongside and gaped in. The floor was later repaired the cracks remain.

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The Turkish Bath | Hamam

Foamed, steamed, speechless ghosts — I, my grandmother and a few others — How nice, angels are more visible here. I feel more feminine, and all women start looking alike Is this a way to pay one’s account? To whom? …

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Dear Immigrants | Sevgili Göçmenler

From the purses of immigrants roll out candies like not-blessed eye balls, right in front of our feet. And just about to say Well Come, we rather remain silent as if ripping off the tree roots from its soil or …

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Our Night Afternoon

for Ebru You say ‘every noun is a gift as long as it trails its hollows’ So we swallow the day’s nouns: Melbourne Istanbul Salonico Ayvalık Bazaar Cat-eye Soap Pajamas We become the evening one by one we become the …

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Spoon Bending: A Chapbook Curated by Kent MacCarter

Conjoin | Hannah Raisin and Will Heathcote | Archival pigment print | 75cm x 50cm There is No Such Thing as a Good Poem about Nothing Nicolette Stasko: Sendai Tracy Ryan: Companion Poems    from the French Elzbieta Wójcik-Leese: everything in the …

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Their Bodies | Onların Bedeni

Their Bodies are carved on ice – contemplation as water, once flowing towards another Antarctic as a ruin of holy residuals failing to become soulless and have failed to be consumed by inebriated modernizations. They were once Lemurians hypothetical root-race …

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