“The winner of the 2011 Overland Judith Poetry Prize for New and Emerging Poets is Joel Ephraims for his poem ‘Rock Candy’. The two runners-up are Sam Langer for ‘Clouds fall like snow on the sky’s clear rocks’ and Patrick Jones for ‘Step by step’.”—poetry prize | Peter Minter « Overland literary journal
Adrian Wiggins, the founder of Sydney Poetry( a social site for poets www.sydneypoetry.com) has just hosted a wonderful awards night for the Sydney Poetry Prize (entirely funded by site members, publishers, sponsors and supporters) with a first prize and two highly commended awards. THANK YOU Adrian for providing such a wonderful resource for Sydney poets and others just flying low over Sydney who need a good dose of poetry.
“Miles Franklin was a woman If you count the number of women who have won that award, and other literary prizes, you will discover that anyone who believes we are slowly making progress on this issue is sorely mistaken. After the shortlist announcement, author Sophie Cunningham pointed out in an essay in Kill Your Darlings that ‘since the Miles Franklin Award began in 1957, a woman has won 13 times. Four times this woman was Thea Astley, but twice she shared the award. Since 2001 two women have won, from the pool of 10 awards.’”—Kirsten Tranter on The Stella Prize
“Dear Sir: Thou eunuch of language; thou Englishman, who never was south the Tweed; thou servile echo of fashionable barbarisms; thou quack, vending the nostrums of empirical elocution; thou marriage-maker between vowels and consonants, on the Gretna-green of caprice; thou cobler, botching the flimsy socks of bombast oratory; thou blacksmith, hammering the rivets of absurdity; thou butcher, embruing thy hands in the bowels of orthography; thou arch-heretic in pronunciation; thou pitch-pipe of affected emphasis; thou carpenter, mortising the awkward joints of jarring sentences; thou squeaking dissonance of cadence; thou pimp of gender; thou Lyon Herald to silly etymology; thou antipode of grammar; thou executioner of construction; thou brood of the speech-distracting builders of the Tower of Babel; thou lingual confusion worse confounded; thou scape-gallows from the land of syntax; thou scavenger of mood and tense; thou murderous accoucheur of infant learning; thou ignis fatuus, misleading the steps of benighted ignorance; thou pickle-herring in the puppet-show of nonsense; thou faithful recorder of barbarous idiom; thou persecutor of syllabication; thou baleful meteor, foretelling and facilitating the rapid approach of Nox and Erebus. R.B.”—Letters of Note: Thou eunuch of language
“There was nothing on Adelaide Now or ABC online. The editors had put the papers to bed. Even ArtsSA and the Adelaide Festival websites weren’t updated. It took facebook and comments from fellow-contenders Rachael Mead and Belinda Broughton to find out that none of us had won.”—Adelaide Literature Awards at rob walker poet
We’re looking for five bloggers to join our Blog Squad for 2012, who will get a chance to blog their heart out as well as getting a mentor to work with them on their blog plus getting other opportunities, invites and tickets to events. You’ll have your blog posts published (between once a week and once a month), and be given professional advice by an established writer and mentor chosen especially for you. We’ll also throw in free membership to the Centre and the chance to attend one of our courses free of charge.
I love to argue with the literary critic Harold Bloom: my copy of his The Western Canon, for instance, is incredibly dog-eared, edge-worn and marked up. Especially the lists at the back, his extensive proposal for a canon of Western literature. I bring up Harold Bloom because he’s the one…
“The 2012 winners of the Festival Awards for Literature have been announced in Adelaide. The overall Premier’s Award, and the fiction prize, was won by Kim Scott for That Deadman Dance. Mark McKenna won the non-fiction prize for his biography of Manning Clark, An Eye for Eternity, and Les Murray received the John Bray Poetry Award for Taller When Prone.”—Adelaide Festival Awards for Literature Winners Announced - AustLit News
“We chat to photographer Tate Jerrems, Eleanor Jackson speaks about the Melbourne Poetry Map, Katie Keys uses the word of the day for a tiny poem, Jessica Alice our resident segment contributor discusses film and poetry and Pi O comes in to the studio to chat numbers and pictures.”—Nothing Rhymes with RRR – February Edition | Australian Poetry
Belvoir Street recently hosted a forum about blogging and theatre criticism. There were two bloggers, two newspaper reviewers and the theatre writer from Time Out, who seemed to occupy a kind of in-between space – he has a word limit and a consumer guide brief, but there is a comments section. Toward the end of the question time I felt a tremendous urge to grab one of the mikes and say some very interesting things.
“The first thing people tell you when you start writing is that poetry gets you nowhere, but that seems irrelevant here.”—Markus Zusak commenting on his selection of SOYA-winning writer Andrew Bifield.
“Just because a famous poet wrote it doesn’t mean we can’t read it carefully, and find really silly things wrong with it. Here’s Yeats, with “Leda and the Swan”… He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. It makes you wonder what is a NON-helpless breast? One that jumps up and whacks the swan with its … ahem … mammary accoutrements?”—Innocent behind (querying thoughtless lines of poetry) | johntranter.com/journal
Maybe, at some point and in some way, you have hit the jackpot. Perhaps you’ve only lightly tapped it. Or not at all. Doesn’t matter, all poems relative to Jackpot! will be considered. Did the cassowary hit the genetic jackpot? Or is it the many genus of cephalopods that lucked out?