Janet Galbraith



Unbecoming language 2

Muyan (silver wattle) streams through the window, itches my nose there have been few words this month and no wanderings beyond the house. No, there have been travels with clay and small trips to the backyard. There was the day …

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Listening

Rain falls on the tin roof I sit in the cold with a cigarette Your voice calls as if from the green mountains Your guitar plays plucking notes from your homeland though it is the heat of Manus Island that …

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Andy Jackson Reviews Ivy Alvarez and Janet Galbraith

How do we truly belong here on this continent, come to terms with our collective and personal history and build a genuine home for the future? And what of the ongoing legacy of violence on an intimate scale, by men against their partners and children – how can this be challenged and interrupted, changed into mutual trust? These are crucial questions; complicated and painful, yet unavoidable. Two new books recognise this and respond with what, to me, are poetry’s great strengths: the generation of an empathic interpersonal encounter, and that aching paradoxical space of both knowledge and productive ignorance.

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