Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
I don’t want your money honey
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”.
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