John Foulcher

Review Short: Jen Webb’s Sentences from the Archive

Jen Webb’s small volume, Sentences from the Archive shows the sorts of things well-executed prose poems can and should do. Webb’s prose poems feel like they’re written in one long line, the rhythm lilting like everyday speech, then catching in the throat when the implications of an observation reveal themselves to their creator.

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La Passagère du 54

You are in love. Yesterday, on the ship from Le Havre to Lisbon, she walked on the deck with her husband and child, her hair a brushstroke of gold. Now, she is sitting alone. She has been reading, but the …

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Review Short: John Foulcher’s 101 Poems

Over a career spanning more than thirty years many critics have praised John Foulcher’s skill at ‘capturing a moment’. The simplicity of such an observation, however, is no platitude considering how fully Foulcher achieves this. 101 Poems is a retrospective collection that shows the poet’s ability to illustrate how time can be clear and immediate.

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Launch of John Foulcher’s ‘The Sunset Assumption’

The Sunset AssumptionThe Sunset Assumption (Pitt Street Poetry, 2012)

At Pitt Street Poetry, a new poetry imprint in Sydney, the venture begins with the production of John Foulcher’s ninth book of poetry, The Sunset Assumption. I fell in love during the reading of this book – so strong were my feelings. But ‘in love with what?’, I kept querying. Not the expressions of love itself: human love is an assumed thing in this book.

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Heather Taylor-Johnson Reviews John Foulcher

I read the first three quarters of John Foulcher's What on Earth Possessed You: Poems 1983-2008 in one sitting, without picking up my pen. So enraptured was I with these twenty-five years worth of collected poems and a handful of new ones that I ignored my call to duty as reviewer in those first fifty-one pages, avoiding even mental notes, because I didn't want to break the seamless stream of one poem to the next.

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