Nature & Me
(First published in The Scottish Poetry Library Journal 2013)
I’m writing this outside.
Not just for the metaphor, you understand, but for the joy and the company. For the birdsong (currawong and crimson parrot and magpie lark and bluewren and blackbird and wagtail, and we’re only just scratching the lyrical surface) and the swill of late spring sunlight and cloud shadow across the paddocks down the back and the cut grass at my feet and the rose beds at my back; and I’m here to breathe…
The Gospel of Mark: What I Believe and How I Work
(First published in The Victorian Writer, 2012)
1. A Poem is a Leaf that Tells a Tree
Unusually, last week, I took some of my own medicine.
“If you want to write,” I wrote in The Little Red Writing Book, “take a walk. Take it again, sitting down at your desk.”
Last Tuesday morning—having, as ever, no time to spare—I stole some and went down to the river. I carried with me only my self…
I have an essay “A Peaceable Revolution” in a fantastic new book Project Republic, and argument for the republic we should have become years ago.
The book comes out late in May, but my advances arrived today, and I can feel the book’s energy (essays, especially, by Larissa Behrendt, Tom Kenneally, Henry Reynolds, and Mark McKenna, and the foreword by Malcolm Turnbull—who, if he won’t switch parties and become prime minister, might consider standing as the republic’s first president) radiating into the autumn sunshine already.
Here’s some of what I have to say about the republic…
I’m bringing in the new year—thank you, Kit—with a sulphur-crested sonnet in the Wonder Book. http://wonderbookofpoetry.org/mark-tredinnicks-sulphur-crested-cockatoo-at-dusk/
Kit Kelen is publishing my sonnet “Sulphur-Crested Cockatoo at Dusk” in his online Wonder Book of Poetry. Get onto the Wonder Book: it’s a treat. Not just a online journal; more like a communal scrapbook of ideas, inspirations, lineations and spells.
And may 2013 defy the omens and yield wonder and peace and poetry.
Seems like a long time ago now, but it must have been 2004 or 2005, I travelled to Hawaii to be part of a tour of international writers, hosted by Takiora Ingram and there Pacific Writers Connection. Larissa Behrendt was on that tour and Kim Stafford and Debra Magpie Earling. I met the wonderful Frank Stewart. We walked and swam and met local writers and elders, and we read poems and ran workshops and learned about Hawaii, its long and rich and terrible and multiple history. We flew to Hana and back. I had a terrible cold most of the…