Judith Bishop

Judith Bishop Reviews Phillip Hall’s Fume

Phillip Hall’s Fume is rare for the raw, fresh force and integrity of experience that lies behind the poems. Fume was largely written during a period of five years (2011 – 2015) that Hall and his wife Jillian spent in Borroloola in the Gulf of Carpentaria, where Hall worked as a sport and camp teacher in a role focused on activities for local Indigenous kids.

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Review Short: Judith Bishop’s Interval

Interval is the fourth book for Judith Bishop and her first with University of Queensland Press. The book is divided into four sections. The first begins with an epigraph from the French philosopher Gaston Bachelard that ‘childhood is certainly greater than reality.’

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Last night, after we saw you both, a thrush came to our sill. Wild for light – her eye striking at the glass – for a sea was at her side. She crouched as if to rest – then dived. …

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Nicholas Manning Reviews Judith Bishop

To speak of Judith Bishop's poetry is perhaps to speak, necessarily, of the image. Of course, in the context of 20th century poetics, this term carries within it an unfortunately thorny and convoluted lineage. From Ezra Pound's use of the concept against the Georgians to Ponge's against the Surrealists, the image has always constituted a controversial node, its problems and paradoxes traversing diverse ideological mires of competing poetic modernities.

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Fabliau of Arkansas

The farms came dressed in battered ends of harvest wheat, silver silos (four buttons to a sleeve), and at the neck, a brooch of cloud, alabaster over shadow. Two rivers reconnoitred at a town well known to both, and exchanged …

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The Fireworks Maker of Ste. Genevieve County, Missouri

Light suffuses these hills, ungraspable, consumed by corn and watermelon. Morning fog presses long contusions on the light. There are days, many days, I think it's not a human sustenance, this sun of empty hours, shafts leaching all it falls …

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