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.
QPF and ABC spells…
Weekends with Chris Welsh – and me this time around…
The Queensland Poetry Festival is starting this Friday and I’m thrilled to be hosting a discussion between Adam Aitken, Michelle Cahill, Cyril Wong and Marc Nair – Tongue Tied at QPF. On behalf of both QPF and Peril Magazine, I am delighted to invite to you the Judith Wright Centre at 10.30am this Saturday 30 August.
By way of introduction:
Adam Aitken has published four books and co-edited the anthology Contemporary Asian-Australian Poets (Puncher & Wattmann). He lectures in creative writing, and has a memoir forthcoming with Vagabond Press.
Cyril Wong has been called a confessional poet. He is the Singapore Literature Prize-winning author of poetry collections including Straw, Sticks, Brick and After You. His poems have been widely anthologised.
Marc Nair is a poet and photographer from Singapore. He has published three volumes of poetry; Along The Yellow Line, Chai: Travel Poems and Postal Code.
Michelle Cahill is the author of fiction, essays and two collections of poetry, most recently Vishvarupa, shortlisted in the Victorian Premier’s Literary Awards. Her poems have been widely anthologised.
In addition, I’ll be talking with Chris Welch on Digital ABC on Saturday morning about where poetry has been and where it is going! Hopefully it’s going to the Queensland Poetry Festival all goddamn weekend. Which is where you’ll be finding me.
And if you don’t have a hot date on Saturday night, then you should be coming to Night Uncurls its Palm where The Special launching David Stavanger and I will be mixing Freddy Komp, Warsan Shire, Andrew Galan, Sandra Thibodeaux, Maria Takolander, Lionel Fogarty, Luka Lesson and Marc Nair and the Aboriginal Centre for Performing Arts in a unholey moley mix of cabaret, unedited bloopers, re-edited poetry and unbarredholdsofbeauty.
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