between giants is launched!
To help me celebrate, each day this week I’ll be posting performances of work from the collection by myself, Robbie Coburn, Mark William Jackson, Jane Williams and Graham Nunn, in addition to giveaways, competitions and offers – where you can win a copy of between giants over at Goodreads – or if you’re a poet looking for some feedback, a critique on your work (details tbc).
I’m also offering deals on my back catalogue and free postage on between giants (in Australia) along with a few surprises, including an interview by A S Patric, so stay tuned!
between giants is published by Ginninderra Press and is available through paypal here or by contacting me directly in the comments below for $18 (postage paid in Aus). Here’s a part of a mini review by Mark and a short poem from inside.
Ashley Capes has come through again with another brilliant collection. Moving on from “Stepping Over Seasons”, this time Capes takes inspiration from further ports and knits them seamlessly with domestic visions, melding Italian scenes with Australian ordinariness, but I mean “ordinary” in that Capes, as I’ve written before’ has a remarkable ability to draw poetic beauty out of seemingly “ordinary” moments and objects. For example, in “Archaeological Moment” Capes writes of a simple penny “a penny has come thousands of miles / to hibernate in the dirt // it’s not worth much / but neither is it worth nothing”.
And the poem Mark quotes from, archaeological moment as featured in Best Australian Poems 2012:
a penny has come thousands of miles
to hibernate in the dirt
it’s not worth much
but neither is it worth nothing
once we clean it in a glass of coke
and the royal head has a nose again
we take it inside, though the first one
to tire of it reaches for the Sega
later on I don’t know which one of us
will take it to the front shed
where the Nissan lords it over dead flies
that gather in the window sill,
and hide the penny behind a landscape
mum and dad haven’t unpacked
years later when moving house
and neither one goes back for it
the penny can close its tiny eyes
to wait for a more archaeological moment.