Mark Tredinnick

Halfway Home

Vancouver to Sydney, Monday 8 May 2012 Dawn breaks for three hours straight along the wing Of a 747, six thousand miles behind me, two thousand Miles to go, Pentecost Island like a small light off the tip Of the …

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Global Warming

For Isabelle Li Your sadness is a continent, she said; you are the frozen north. In winter, where I was a child, the soil turned to stone. The wind crept Over it like old news from the Steppe and wept; …

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Keri Glastonbury Reviews Australian Love Poems 2013

In his 1951 essay ‘Against Poets’, Polish writer Witold Gombrowicz describes the poet ‘as a being who can no longer express himself as much as someone who must express – a Poem’. With such sentiment in mind I approached Australian Love Poems 2013 with some apprehension. Despite all the lofty rhetoric surrounding love poetry – and, understandably, there is plenty of it in the eloquent, generous introduction to this anthology by editor Mark Tredinnick – would it ultimately prove, as Gombrowicz might suggest, to be a ‘boring orgy’?

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Kay Rozynski Interviews Mark Tredinnick

I say ‘nature writing’, you see a Hallmark watercolour landscape replete with furry animals and woolly sentiment. But is this really the extent of it? What the hay is nature writing, or what isn’t? Where is the line between the natural and the human and, if there is any line at all, who put it there?

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