I loved this Lisa. I struggle with my re placement back in Australia after living many years in the west of Ireland. Always living 'between', home place and soul place don't really fit together for me. My poetry seems constantly wrangling it all. I'm with you all of this. So beautifully written out.
'All artists have dual citizenship and access to other, stranger seasons'.
I believe our citizenship is more than dual. I continue to be leveled and undone by the world at the exact same moment I feel most stripped and alive. May we both have some comfort along the trail. ❤️
Reading this wonderful piece drove me to Lisa Brockwell’s website and poetry. I’m a new fan. Arbroath High Street looks a bit different from what I remember. Greggs has gone, and there’s now a beach.😂 Seriously beautiful writing.
What a beautifully written post. Our travels to see family Australia over the years lets me appreciate how well you evoke that strange sense of two entirely different worlds existing on the same planet.
Thank you for sharing the two poems, and for elaborating on Adichie’s talk “The Danger of a Single Story.” While her talk on feminism has become emblematic, I have always been drawn to the “Single Story” talk. It resonates perfectly with your point about labels being dangerous for flattening differences and ultimately producing a narrative of singularity (paraphrasing here—I hope I’m not misinterpreting). Thank you for the wonderful post.
'All that weight and darkness' - it seems to have been very heavy this season. I do have snowdrops and the emerging buds of crocus. Nature doesn't let us down despite how those on the dark side don't care what damage they do..
Beautiful. I understand the longing for Scotland's gloaming. I'm from Aberdeenshire but live in the Canadian Badlands, where the winters are so different to those of home - dry and sharp and so full of sun, just utterly relentless sun (I've made myself near snowblind many, many times out here). Thank you for writing this.
I loved this Lisa. I struggle with my re placement back in Australia after living many years in the west of Ireland. Always living 'between', home place and soul place don't really fit together for me. My poetry seems constantly wrangling it all. I'm with you all of this. So beautifully written out.
Hello Robyn, thank you, means a lot to hear this lands for another Australian too.
Please give my very best to our mutual friend John Foulcher if you see him soon.
Thanks Lisa, I really enjoyed this and I think sections of it would work well as haibun. ❤️
'All artists have dual citizenship and access to other, stranger seasons'.
I believe our citizenship is more than dual. I continue to be leveled and undone by the world at the exact same moment I feel most stripped and alive. May we both have some comfort along the trail. ❤️
Reading this wonderful piece drove me to Lisa Brockwell’s website and poetry. I’m a new fan. Arbroath High Street looks a bit different from what I remember. Greggs has gone, and there’s now a beach.😂 Seriously beautiful writing.
Sorry for typo - family IN Australia!
What a beautifully written post. Our travels to see family Australia over the years lets me appreciate how well you evoke that strange sense of two entirely different worlds existing on the same planet.
Thank you for sharing the two poems, and for elaborating on Adichie’s talk “The Danger of a Single Story.” While her talk on feminism has become emblematic, I have always been drawn to the “Single Story” talk. It resonates perfectly with your point about labels being dangerous for flattening differences and ultimately producing a narrative of singularity (paraphrasing here—I hope I’m not misinterpreting). Thank you for the wonderful post.
'All that weight and darkness' - it seems to have been very heavy this season. I do have snowdrops and the emerging buds of crocus. Nature doesn't let us down despite how those on the dark side don't care what damage they do..
thanks for sharing that poem
Beautiful. I understand the longing for Scotland's gloaming. I'm from Aberdeenshire but live in the Canadian Badlands, where the winters are so different to those of home - dry and sharp and so full of sun, just utterly relentless sun (I've made myself near snowblind many, many times out here). Thank you for writing this.