The Queensland Poetry Festival is dead. Long live the QPF.
Today, now that my poetry hangover is abating – I will do my best to send some thank you emails. Because the festival just doesn’t happen on its own – there is an amazing crew pulling together the magic and making it look easy.
In the plain speak version, I think it would be safe to say poetry was the winner on the day, with a diverse and interesting program with international superstars, national treasures and local luminaries all jostling for space in your bookshelf/heart. I was very honored to be a part of it.
As little fragments of memory emerge, I like to turn them over in my head, thinking “what a beautiful turn of phrase”, “what a gentle concept”, “how biting was that commentary”, “why haven’t I read this more?”
I took last week off work in preparation, and this week off in recovery, for which I am quite glad or perhaps I would have had poetry “kiss me quite insane”.
eleanor j jackson 