World Book Day April 23 Cesar Vallejo On the look out for a thoughtful period of cultural exchange in Peru this week, I came across the work of the late poet, Cesar Vallejo, who is acclaimed as having revolutionised poetry in Spanish. Excerpt from The Black Heralds
Poet and novelist, Ferdinando Manzo, has just had an article about his work published in an interpreters' and translators' magazine, In Touch. The article highlights the launch of his last poetry collection Night Road to Life by the poet, Paolo Totaro AM.
Over recent weeks, haiku has been a hot topic here at the Sydney School of Arts and Humanities, with newcomers to the genre surprised to learn that haiku needs syllables... well, like fish need bicycles.
In our featured Writing of the Week, writer Mary Healy-North shares an evocative sea poem about the ocean and the emotions it inspires in us.
Written by Australian poets in ordinary language, the following “one-breath” poems bring to mind an observation by Sydney poet David Terelinck: 'Haiku is a journey along a road lined with small windows. Each time we pause to peer into one of these, we are astounded by the beauty and depth of the vista behind them.'
Friday Writing Group recently fell on the vernal equinox, inspiring some poetry in the form of spring haiku to celebrate the change of season.
Renowned Italian poet Paolo Totaro AM hosted the launch of Ferdinando Manzo's new poetry collection Night Road to Life (Strada di notte - Italian version)
New poetry collection, Night Road to Life, by versatile Italian-Australian writer and poet, Ferdinando Manzo, was published last Saturday night, along with its Italian-language version, Strada di notte per la vita.
The NSW State Library recently held a "Sonnet Slam" as part of the celebration of Shakespeare's 400th birthday. If you've ever been interested in trying your hand at the poetic form, you'll need to observe some reasonably strict in terms of rhyme, metre and content.
Writing of the week is a prose poem night road to life by Ferdinando Manzo It’s night. Well, for me it’s always been a little ‘night’. Even at noon. Even in summer, when the sun whips the breakwater rocks that protect the beach from an angry sea. Angry, hitting back against the brutal, careless intrusion of […]