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Review Short: Ken Bolton’s Lonnie’s Lament: Towards a History of the Vanishing Present

Ken Bolton’s most recent collection expresses an intense sociability, co-mingling personal and communal memory to create poetry that draws on moments of apparent ordinariness, and ever so subtly transforms them into lines of understated enchantment.

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Introduction to Helen Lambert’s Echoland

Helen Lambert’s work is as new to me as it will be to others – she has been operating away from Australian poetry for some time, with long periods in Ireland and, lately, Russia. One approaches a new poet warily. Yet the inventive and capable intelligence behind the poems here is immediately apparent. It is wonderful to be able to drop one’s guard, to forget it – and to enter a wonderful world.

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Ken Bolton’s Suburbia, an Introduction

LandThis is going to be a rather disordered list of undeveloped and not closely connected thoughts about ‘the suburban’ and its binary partner ‘the urban’. Not my thoughts, for the most part, but my list of thoughts generally available.

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Reach & Ambition

for John Jenkins I Reach & Ambition Late at night, up, looking at the things on my mantelpiece a profusion of crap, clutter & gewgaws a range of detail I love (John’s photos of it came today, reminding me). I …

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Review Short: Ken Bolton’s London Journal / London Poem

Readers of contemporary Australian poetry will most likely need no introduction to the work of Adelaide-based Ken Bolton. In a career extending back to Four Poems (1977), Bolton has established a distinctively discursive poetry, one that weaves observations of the poet’s everyday environment with musings on art, culture, and society more generally.

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Dark Heart

I look in here—this notebook—& see the notes for the last review I did, & note—that I am about to write another. Tho I would rather write something else. I whistle bop a bit try not to think of the …

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Heaven, Bruny Island

,… like the Mets I’m coming up to bat in the bottom of the 9th, or maybe the 8th, if I’m lucky but far behind in the game— and the music seems to have stopped to listen. —Tony Towle listening …

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End of Year

for Crab & Martin … there is much to do. A little man tells us how to invest our money, my teeth gain a few fillings, probably, at the dentist’s—who knows, maybe no drilling—but, as Xmas closes in, some shopping, …

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David Dick Reviews Ken Bolton and B. R. Dionysius

ThreeferKen Bolton and B.R. Dionysius emerge from different traditions, respectively: a New York School sense of everyday occasion punctuated by the presence and shaping forces of contemporary art (Frank O’Hara and James Schuyler are clearly present in Bolton’s diction); and a modernised kind of Romantic pastoral, littered with juxtaposed objects of the natural and contemporary world. Yet, at admitted risk of over-generalising, both of their recent books can be seen to be dealing with notions of how to write memory in poetry: how to write a poem to be honest to the process, even the implication itself, of remembering. How can language be used in the service of this retrospective vision, they ask; how does language, shaped by differing poetic forms, illuminate, distort or neutralise it?

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(Late at Night Bruny Island)

here in the bookshelves of the holiday house is a book of John’s poems—also Les—a fat spine appropriately. Why is that here? Masochism? I am unlikely to read it. Anyway, I wonder what John’s got to say— this time. * …

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“Hindley Street”: How to Be Perfect There

Pete Bakowski’s challenge: attempt Padgett’s ‘How To Be Perfect’. “Hindley Street”— I write those words, the title of this poem, on this pad, to start a list—of things I must do. Is this going to be a poem? Isn’t it? …

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London Postcard: A Quiet Morning at The Wapping Project Art Space

‘Avenue Victor Hugo, cognac— Lianne Fowler as Isabel,’ the caption says. And continues: ‘A French Picture Show’. So a movie still I expect. Why such an image will anchor one. Benediction. One is blessed. It is the softness of the …

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