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  • sponsors with Newcastle City Council of the prize which is administered Read More The Poet Within Published Saturday November 24 2007 I m the subject of a column The Switch in the MyCareer section of The Sydney Morning Herald this Saturday 24 November 2007 election day The story written by Anne Fawcett covers the apprenticeship I served in law and book publishing Read More We are not Finished Published Thursday November 22 2007 My poem We are not Finished at the Skin written in conversation with Lucia Rossi s wonderful images was published last week in PAN 4 PAN is an online journal PAN is Philosophy Activism Nature Check it out subscribe PAN 4 Read More Farewell Eric Rolls Published Monday November 19 2007 The writer Eric Rolls author of A Million Wild Acres died after a short illness on 31 October Eric Rolls was a pioneering Australian nature writer he was a poet farmer essayist lover of life advocate of the wild I Read More Page 17 of 19 pages First 15 16 17 18 19 Recent News Why Write A Poet s Guide to Climate Change Margaret River Sestets wins the Cardiff Poetry Prize 2012 Makes the Landscape

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  • Credo Success Brief Life Contact Gallery Search this site My poem Song of Someone Like My Self has been shortlisted for this year s Blake Poetry Prize The Blake long a prize for visual Excerpt from Shortlisting for the Blake Poetry Prize 2010 Recent Post Why Write Prize Life Praise Life Getting Over Your Self A Peaceable Revolution Cool Web The Lyric Stance Voice Place and the Lyric Essay Nature

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  • 07 2009 Label This essay an extract from The Blue Plateau just came out in Terrain com http www terrain org essays 24 tredinnick htm The Blue Plateau comes out in the US in October Milkweed Label Letter From Cowshed

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  • NLA for asking me to write it they ve done a fabulous job of designing it Listen out for news of the book on radio and in the papers Here s what the media release says about the book MARRYING photographs from the collection of the National Library with an evocative and contemplative essay Australia s Wild Weather is a lyric field guide to Australian cloud play and rainfall wind and light storm and calm hail and snow cyclone and dust storm drought and flood and fire Mark Tredinnick asks us to look at our assumptions about weather We are a stable people on a stable continent whose weather is not in fact uncommonly wild and perhaps we tell ourselves stories of meteorological disaster narrowly and bravely survived to reassure ourselves we re real But Australian identity is without question an adaptation to habitual drought Drought is in our nature It s in the way we speak and in the way we get about our lives undemonstrative dry imperturbable As if we had three years at best As if emotion was a scarce resource As if beauty was always suspect and unreliable These are times in which of course weather

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  • 000 to the winning poem decided by an arduous judging process and settled in the end by great English poet Andrew Motion Apparently the judges read poems from over fifty countries but they weren t to know where or whom they came from They read every poem blind As the MPP people say this completely levels the field and places the focus on the poem not the poet The longlist

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  • This is the poem I wrote tonight I sat in bed reading my friend s quiet poems You lay asleep beside me the doors of our bedroom open the balcony a stage the drama over and out on the street the humid night had fallen still In the figtrees of Arcadia some bats were wakeful yet In his room at the end of the hall at the back of this long and slender house our boy half woke distressed Something disturbs him some nights He scratches at his stomach and squirms and cries but only half opens his eyes And so tonight Down the honeyed hallway I went to him and lifted him up and carried him creaking downstairs into darkness I talked gently and wished him back to sleep but he only cried harder until I grew exasperated my peace shot and I held him firm and rattled him out of it shook from him the dream And somehow that worked as sometimes it does Upstairs I heard traffic sighing on Wigram Road as I knelt with him and lay him back upon his mattress settled into sleep again and pulled the green blanket over him This is the poem I wrote tonight IV At the end of the street there s a cliff And at the foot of the cliff a horse track Where on Friday nights the trotters race And this is the poem the boy spoke Looking up at me from his buggy As we came home from watching that first time The horses take the final bend of the final race of the night Horses racing buggies come on The child s the string that played those words In whom that race was run Now he s the syntax of the broken phrases of his

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  • film is a poem in text and photographs and music about emptying out his childhood home in Portland the house of the poet William Stafford his wife Dorothy who lived there until a few months ago and of Kim s three siblings One day two weeks ago I helped Kim box books from a couple of the rooms of that small suburban house and with Kim s son and two sisters to help carry boxes to the car and haul them to storage nearby The first book my hand fell on when I kneeled to my work in the master bedroom was an seventies paperback of The Hobbit This moved me because that book was a small fable forty years ago a prefiguring of my calling And when I published books at Allen Unwin I once met the man Raynor Unwin who as an eight year old boy had read for his father Sir Stanley Unwin founder of the press George Allen Unwin the manuscript of The Hobbit by the unheard of writer and Oxford don J R R Tolkien He told his father he thought the book was pretty good One thing that book taught me was that there is more to each of us and to just about everything than meets the eye Each of us has more courage than we mostly feel Two nights before I found myself in the Stafford house packing into boxes the domestic life of one of the great poets I had read in Powell s Bookstore downtown and had mentioned then how like a burglar I still felt standing to read my work in one of the great bookstores beside Barry Lopez my elder and my friend one of the great writers Bilbo you ll recall was the burglar in The Hobbit

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  • 2011 Label I m honoured to be reading at The Gods Cafe at the Australian National University this coming Tuesday night 10 May 2011 Poetry at The Gods is a series organised by Geoff Page Reading with me on Tuesday is Bronwyn Lea the fine Brisbane poet just appointed as editor of the journal of Australian Poetry Check with The Gods but the gig starts I believe at 8 00

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