Very excited to part of the 6th International Video Poetry Festival in Athens, January 19-20, 2018. My video poems heist and dog daze are on the bill.
My video-poem Hexapod was short-listed for the 2017 5th Ó Bhéal Poetry-Film Competition. There were 30 films on the short-list from 186 submissions from 29 countries. The films were shown as part of the IndieCork film festival on 15th October 2017. Click here to see the rest of the short-list.
My poem Dial Tone came third in the University of Canberra 2017 Health Poetry Prize! Congrats to winner Joe Dolce and runner-up, Vanessa Procter.
“The University of Canberra Health Poetry Prize aims to inspire others through poetry to consider the journey to live life well. The poem may be focussed on mental or physical health, and can investigate what ‘living life well’ means. This may include barriers to living a well life, promoting a life lived well, or describe the experience of, or transition to, living life well.“
The prize-winning and short-listed poems will be published by the University. Meanwhile, here is an excerpt from Dial Tone:
The message mentioned belongings. I comply, search … Click here for more.
From 7th September until 9th October, my soundscape, “Heard on the Wind”, commissioned by Adelaide City Council, played in the breezeway at 25 Pirie Street, in central Adelaide CBD.
The breezeway at 25 Pirie Street is surrounded by texts: memorial plaques, notices regarding public safety and well-being, tightly-crafted slogans of the Smart City Studio windows and Enterprise Adelaide brochures. By definition, silent, largely ignored by passers-by, 25 Pirie Street : Heard on the Wind gives voice to these texts using digital sampling technology. 18 text-to-speech synthesisers read the texts, generating a base set of 500 voice samples, that were sped up and slowed down, reversed and delayed, repitched and translated into solos, conversations, choirs, snatches of melody, the heard … Click here for more.
My poem Sedimentary has been published in Cordite 82: LAND.
What might happen if you are washed up on an isolated surf beach, more dead than alive? How might you be seen far into an unimaginable future?
A poem about a train journey, with a video to match…
“Our location indeterminate… ”