ANZAC Day https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t954 Runboard| ANZAC Day en-us Fri, 29 Mar 2024 01:00:36 +0000 Fri, 29 Mar 2024 01:00:36 +0000 https://www.runboard.com/ rssfeeds_managingeditor@runboard.com (Runboard.com RSS feeds managing editor) rssfeeds_webmaster@runboard.com (Runboard.com RSS feeds webmaster) akBBS 60 Re: ANZAC Dayhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6266,from=rss#post6266https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6266,from=rss#post6266Thanks guys for comments on this and the other one, really useful. samnondisclosed_email@example.com (sambyfield)Wed, 12 May 2010 04:43:06 +0000 Re: ANZAC Dayhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6247,from=rss#post6247https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6247,from=rss#post6247Hi Sam, The matter-of-fact, almost journalistic, quality of the poem works well. The introduction of ANZAC Day (I had to look it up as well) comes as a surprise to the reader and is all the more effective for that. The last two stanzas are excellent. If I have a quibble with the poem, it would be the use of "self conscious" in S3 L1. I don't think you need to say the girl is self conscious, because the fact that she turns the page and pretends to read tells me as much. I enjoyed the read.nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Tue, 11 May 2010 16:12:36 +0000 Re: ANZAC Dayhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6228,from=rss#post6228https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6228,from=rss#post6228hey Sam, I needed to google ANZAC day too, like Tere, I saw the movie, "Gallipoli." First time I saw Mel Gibson, he was soooo young. The last line, "all bulk and momentum," struck me as a reference to the Gallipoli campaign itself. Maybe I read too much into it; a lovely line in any case. Impressed as always by the concrete-evocative in your poetry. Chrisnondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Mon, 10 May 2010 13:11:48 +0000 Re: ANZAC Dayhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6226,from=rss#post6226https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6226,from=rss#post6226Classic Sam Byfield. Your penchant for loose narrative, the unexpected associations, a touch of magic realism, the imaginative thing. I have no difficulty seeing the scene(s) the poet sees. Poem is textured. Story sticks together. Wiki clued me in on the significance of ANZAC Day. I remember seeing a movie made about the Gallipoli disaster back in the early seventies. I think it was an Australian production. I was stunned by the horror of the stalemate. Maybe you've seen the movie. It focuses on two friends who are runners. Anyway I get the significance of the day for both, then just created, national entities. Poem's treatment is justly, lyrically, understated. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Sun, 09 May 2010 14:02:33 +0000 ANZAC Dayhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6219,from=rss#post6219https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p6219,from=rss#post6219Tucked up in a corner a girl sketches nudes, memorised or imagined. I approach and pluck Poetry Review from the shelf and she looks up, my presence unexpected in this intimate space. She flips her page, self conscious, pretends to read. The air conditioner sounds like surf and the rumble of voices could be wind through willow branches. Trying to leave the house earlier I forgot my keys, then my wallet, struggled with the tangled straps of my helmet, left the carport just as a fine rain skittered down, stinging my eyes. Not great omens, I thought, but my legs soon struck a rhythm and my second hand bike responded and the rain backed off and all was well in Carlton North. It’s April, ANZAC Day, and up the road an old jeep has just ploughed through a marching mass of ex-servicemen, leaving several critical and after all this time it seems an ironic way to go, and far more unfortunate then having to climb the stairs again to retrieve my keys and wallet. More than one Melbournian has told me that on ANZAC Day the season changes; and today there’s enough of a chill in the air to make sweaters a possibility, if not a likelihood; the sketching girl wears a dark hoody and the students are mostly rugged up, except for the taller Chinese who probably come from the north and are used to the cold. Outside, great flaps of plastic hang from the scaffolding. The wind shakes them, one moment a phantom the next a pair of elephants, swaying slowly over savannah, all bulk and momentum. nondisclosed_email@example.com (sambyfield)Sun, 09 May 2010 05:30:40 +0000