Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
Well it’s been an insane year, and doesn’t look like returning to sanity any time soon. I’m still oscillating back and forward between elation and terror about having my new book out in the world – joy at the thing existing, and being out of my hands and making its way on its own. But …
Hooray, tonight is the beginning of reading from MY NEW COLLECTION!!! Ahem. Excuse the caps. I may be just a tiny bit excited. No, make that: thrilled, relieved, happy, hopeful, and grateful. I’ve spent the last week or so going through everything aloud and working out timings, and trying to decide which poems to read. …
And now it’s time for the third of our three invented forms, created by my mid-week masochists: the Shardling. As I mentioned in the post about the Whetu, all my students for this course really seemed to enjoy forms that make use of a line or lines from another poet. My role was to steer …
Time to dangle another invented form in front of you. For reasons that made sense when I started, and felt like an advanced degree in self-flagellation as the weeks wore on, I ran three separate groups for my Rhyme & Reasons class. The Belissima was the product of cheese before bedtime my Saturday group, and …
Just finished teaching a series of classes looking at formal poetry. It’s been quite a lot of fun, even if I did manage to cock up the handouts. Repeatedly. (Sigh!) Oh well, doing everything online meant I could just make my (multiple) corrections to the master document and flick a new pdf to everyone right …
A Dark Feathered Art 