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.
And this little tale too might entice you to come to Words or Whatever.
Somewhere, somewhere else, things are ending. In small ways and in big ways. This is always the way. Remembering this is one of the nicest elements of being alive, it wakes you up to the real delight of existence and the pain of loss. In no small way, and in no small matter, Betsy Turcot wakes me up to the delight of existence and I am thrilled to be able to profile her here as the first of our features for Words or Whatever.
In the name of full disclosure, Betsy is a poetic collaborator and friend of mine – and relating to her in both those ways has been pretty special. She’s kind of chosen family.
For those who don’t know Betsy as well as I do, she might describe herself as “a nectarine, floating somewhere on the fuzzy line between a peach and a plum”. Although…
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