This abstraction

Up late this morning. ‘They’ are doing the road outside, putting in traffic-calming devices: trees in the middle of the road, speed platforms, kerbs, marked lanes. Is this how prize-winning poets write, stopping up the voice with lines all roughly …

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Pascalle Burton Reviews Jackson’s A Coat of Ashes

Jackson’s third book, A Coat of Ashes, published by Canberra’s Recent Work Press, is a contemplation about how the discourses of Daoism (or Taoism), physics and systems theory might be fused through the methodology of poetry.

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I tend to lean my death forward instead of supporting my fate in alignment spine pegs and gravity working together as they should. Late carding this torch: went for a court, did some ghost checks on various messes and brains, …

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Review Short: Jackson’s Lemon Oil

The final poem in Lemon Oil, titled ‘The right metaphor’, combines the thesis of independence with the antithesis of loneliness to synthesise a new metaphor for love. Love, Jackson tells us, is not a chain, a cage, or a leash, but a long elastic cord that lets us fly free yet binds us to each other, ensuring that ‘there’s always/ a way home’. This tension between two desires (one for freedom, the other for closeness) is emblematic of the book as a whole.

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