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When a psychoanalyst became a painter after surviving a stroke, her longtime patient, distinguished and beloved poet Molly Peacock, took…
up a unique task. The Analyst is a new, visceral, twenty-first century "in memoriam" of ambiguous loss in which Peacock brilliantly tells the story of a decades-long patient-therapist relationship that now reverses and continues to evolve. Peacock invigorates the notion of poetry as word-painting: A tapestry of images, from a red enameled steamer on a black stove to Tibetan monks funneling glowing sand into a painting, create the backdrop for her quest to define identity. From "In Our Unexpected Future":. . . for frocks outlast pillars. But feelingsoutlive frocks. The immaterial storms through,a force beyond years (a mere four since youwere nearly felled). It isn't what happened that lasts. Not art, either, but the savory core. What's felt.
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Hassan Al Nawwab is a former Iraqi soldier who came to Australia after the war with his family 20 years…
ago. With devastating simplicity, these imagistic poems speak of war and terror, of homesickness in exile, the blessings of peace and the pain of belonging. The collection is in two parts, ‘Tree Flying' and ‘Diaspora', and each poem is presented with its counterpart in Arabic on the opposite page, as translated from English by the poet himself.
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Det er to dikt i boken – «Griller i håvet» og «Otto», resten er pongs. Ordet er en hybrid mellom…
ordene poem og song. Den tar de to første bokstavene fra poem og de to siste fra song. Pongene ble til i hodet mitt da jeg kjørte på motorveien til jobb. Det gikk flere år før jeg skrev dem ned. Jeg husket dem ved å «synge dem»(om man kan kalle det det) på mine daglige kjøreturer. I denne boken er det ingen musikk tillagt tekstene, men tonsetting har vært forsøkt. Om jeg prøver å synge dem stinker det. Noe som passer, ettersom pong også kan bety «stank», fordi jeg er en forferdelig sanger. Om en leser ønsker å tonesette en eller flere pongs, blir jeg svært glad om jeg fåre høre dem, så ta kontakt på sosiale medier om så er tilfelle.