Rose Hunter



Marion May Campbell Reviews Rose Hunter and Nellie Le Beau

Both these strikingly strong recent poetry publications Body Shell Girl and Inheritance, from Australian poets of feminist inflection, deal at least in part with North American and Canadian experience. While Rose Hunter navigates with a highly effective, raw, and unsentimental diction her often traumatising experience as a sex worker in Toronto and Vancouver, Nellie Le Beau practises an innovative and, at times, a more radically challengingly poetics to send reader perception veering into uncanny encounters with our places in space-time.

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Circus Poem

a brothel run out of an apartment (high-rise on Eglington those places were asking to be busted, basically, the neighbours don’t like it); I only worked there a few shifts, later I saw it in the paper but for some …

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Review Short: Rose Hunter’s Glass

Glass is a collection of elegiac poems, a memoir of free verse about the poet’s travels through Mexico and her own debilitating ailment. The ‘you’ in book is addressed with a certain fondness (‘where are you / i feel of course now we would have the most wonderful conversation’) and an intimacy that suggests the poet is speaking to someone she was once romantically involved with.

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Gaps

what i’m          , you                    what i’m          of in                    of you the          in which i                     please                    me how we          at each other sometimes it’s true i’m just          no one else           it either all this       mostly your                 , of course back then i          to          at                    .                     all about          like          a          of your own          . the          between us          to a          . a whole                    . …

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Fifteen Façades

i. things you say, when corner of primavera and invierno and you, in black and white and you, all sunglassed up lintel on crumbling adobe jagged shore line and is a facade something for saying here, look, again ii. through …

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Tracks

but we didn’t have more time but we were there then but you said it’s no good we needed more time on the 76 on the 200 grilling me as to questions who am i and if i don’t know …

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3 Lost Men

on guerrero the lost man & lite reign oil ling. the cob bil stones & i wan ted 2 no did he think how shock king 2 dy a lone inn the woods as opp. posed 2 watt, inn a …

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The Cutting

      Waiting for the bus down the road from the Freemont Street Experience is like enacting the first scene from The Power and the Glory, with Tench trudging to the port for his ether. You keep forgetting why you're there, and …

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