Kevin Hart



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I want that night again: hours trickling by In soft rich dark caressing bluestone walls, But take away the morning that showed up, Delete all haughty sunlight of the day, Erase that list of things that must be done.
 Let …

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Paul Hetherington Reviews The turnrow Anthology of Contemporary Australian Poetry

John Kinsella is an Australian poet with a high profile and a long record of achievement, including winning the 2013 Prime Minister’s Literary Award for Poetry. He is also an assiduous anthologiser. Most notably, he edited The Penguin Anthology of Australian Poetry (2008), one of the more successful of recent attempts to establish an indicative canon of Australian poetry (although this was not, perhaps, Kinsella’s avowed intention with that book).

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What We (non)Believe: Reading Poems by Charles Wright, John Burnside, and Kevin Hart

Imagine that three poems are delivered to your door. They come without note, explanation or sending address.

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Ali Alizadeh Reviews Bronwyn Lea and Kevin Hart

The Other Way Out by Bronwyn Lea Giramondo Publishing, 2008 Young Rain by Kevin Hart Giramondo Publishing, 2008 One of the most prominent features of these two recent titles – by two of Australia's most successful poets, published by one …

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Paul Mitchell Interviews Kevin Hart

Do you have, as the pop song goes, the 'music in you'? I think the music of words is always in me, almost to the exclusion of any other sort of music, and perhaps necessarily so for me. I almost …

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Experience and Transcendence in the Poetry of Tomas Tranströmer

Someone says, “Poetry is about experience”. Then someone else says, “Poetry is about transcendence”. No sooner are these two statements allowed to engage each other than a vast, complicated world begins to form. Fierce conflicts arise between the advocates of experience and the defenders of transcendence. “Poetry holds a mirror to life”, we are told. “Poetry is no reflection”, we hear in reply, “it is a ‘furious ascension’”.

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