Judith Wright (1915-2000) was a prolific Australian poet, critic, and short-story writer, who published more than 50 books. Wright was also an uncompromising environmentalist and social activist campaigning for Aboriginal land rights. She believed that the poet should be concerned with national and social problems. At the age of 85, just before her death, she attended in Canberra at a march for reconciliation with Aboriginal people. South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country, rises that tableland, high delicate outline of bony slopes wincing under the winter, low trees, blue-leaved and olive, outcropping granite- clean, lean, hungry country. The creek's leaf-silenced, willow choked
The home of the May Brothers (Industrial manufacturers), latter half of the 1880s . Sixteenth Street, Gawler, SA. Alfred May (1851 – 1920) Frederick May (1840 – 1897) ©Jeff Guess 2017
from Love Minus Zero / No Limit by Bob Dylan The cloak and dagger dangles Madams light the candles In ceremonies of the horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge Statues made of matchsticks Crumble into one another My love winks she does not bother She knows too much to argue or to judge The bridge at midnight trembles The country doctor rambles Bankers' nieces seek perfection Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring The wind howls like a hammer The night wind blows cold n' rainy My love, she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing. ©Jeff Guess 2017
'To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub.' Hamlet Act 3, Scene 1 ©Jeff Guess 2017
Some years ago I took a group of students to the museum. I was surprised and totally unprepared for two things that occurred during the visit. The first was that I had not been there for decades. My mother had taken us as very small children: I think I must have been about five at the time. The result was that this particular room affected my memory and a whole host of things I thought I had forgotten came flooding back, quite suddenly. Secondly it was the first time I had encountered death in the bandaged embalmed body of an Egyptian mummy. The effect was both disturbing and profound. When local media identity Peter Goers wants to re-live his childhood, he heads for the Ancient Egypt G
'I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,' A Midsummer Night's Dream Act 2, Scene 1 ©Jeff Guess 2017
Frederic Ogden Nash was an American poet well known for his light verse, of which he wrote over 500 pieces. With his unconventional rhyming schemes, he was declared the country's best-known producer of humorous poetry. ‘Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker.’ Quote by Ogden Nash Nash claimed, he began his career in humorous poetry by scribbling one afternoon. His scribbles were to become a poem called Spring Comes to Murray Hill, which he threw away. Upon some thought, however, he retrieved it from the wastebasket and sent it to The New Yorker. His first piece of satiric verse was published in 1930. The Rhinoceros The rhino is a homely beast, For human eyes he's not a feast. Farwell, fare
Hiroshima August 6, 1945 There was Henry Stimson Secretary of War and a poker player with a card up his sleeve called it a ‘royal straight flush’ and knew how to play it. There was Michihiko Hachiya newly married watched as the house they’d just built in the silent crumble of collapse came to an inferno of nothing. There was Dutch van Kirk navigator and a black bird in the sun guiding the payload of history’s dark heart and never lost a night’s sleep. There was Shinichi Tetsutani four years old riding his three-wheeler bike and flying into a hot and cloudless Sunday both feet off the pedals. Jeff Guess The Matter with Your Poem is some mawkish sentiment at the start and its subsequent devel
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts. Although part of a prominent family with strong ties to its community, Dickinson lived much of her life in reclusive isolation. After studying at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she briefly attended the Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a noted penchant for white clothing and became known for her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, to even leave her bedroom. Dickinson never married, and most friendships between her and others depended entirely upon correspondence. Dickinson was
'We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.' The Tempest Act 4, Scene 1 ©Jeff Guess 2017
. . . Chapter 4 Class Photo undergraduate tutorial group PCC1-22315 See how the spaces between the pixels now begin to widen while the room loses focus and the faces fall apart dissolving into the busy push and shove of the corridor and the scattered campus of grades and coffee holding you for a season neither as a lover, parent nor friend in a tight embrace of words but only on the tips of my fingers with the lightest of touch the careful balance of how long to hold on and the moment to let go of you and this now empty room and all our Tuesdays poems and that long Indian summer. Jeff Guess 66 ©Jeff Guess 2017
