Ep. 9 Loma writes for Orlando, Whitman speaks through time

Since reading All the dead boys look like me, a poem for Orlando by Christopher Soto (aka Loma), I’ve understood the tragedy that happened there in an entirely new way. I’ve also been thinking about Walt Whitman’s all-encompassing poem Crossing Brooklyn Ferry – a poem that seems to have no boundaries.

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Ep 8. Louise Carter on Duffy, Davies, doubt and humour

I had a blast talking to Sydney-based poet Louise Carter today about UK poet laureate Carol Ann Duffy and Australian poet Luke Davies. We cover everything from self-doubt to housemates, how copywriting sometimes leads to poetry and what it’s like to have tea with your poetry idol. For bonus points, check out:

Ep 7. Michele Seminara on Bishop: The internal battle

This week I got to talk to Australian poet Michele Seminara about Elizabeth Bishop’s mysterious, insistent poem Giant Snail. (Bishop’s One Art and Filling Station also pop up.) Michele is the managing editor of the online creative arts journal Verity La and the author of Engraft, which came out earlier this year.

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Ep 6. Judith Wright: When your conscience catches up with you

‘Appreciation of poetry, one out of 10 or whatever it might be, is quite alien to what a poet feels about poetry.’ So says Judith Wright, a poet I’ve avoided far longer than I want to admit…

Read today’s poem Eroded Hills, check out the Guardian’s obituary for Wright and learn more about her at the Judith Wright Centre.

Ep 5. Basho: It’s ok to fail at mindfulness

If the proliferation of posters, t-shirts, mugs and grocery bags urging you towards ‘mindfulness’ is starting to grate, 17th century haiku master Basho has your back in today’s episode.

Read Jane Hirshfield’s beautiful translation or check out the Japanese version (which I stuffed up by pronouncing the first character ‘Kyoto’ instead of ‘Kyo’…here’s a Japanese cuckoo to make up for that).