From Barley Lake.
Concertinaing hairpins and striated red rock, precarious as bogs that look set to profile permanence but will slide away without notice. Cutaway face where bog-cotton wires hope to openness, looking out across Barley Lake, as deep as we can imagine, trapped in the prospect. From Mount Crossterry I can look ahead to getting back to Rosewood Cottage and hearing Niall has only days to live. Plotting our book on Moondyne Joe, Niall and I sat among the books at Jam Tree Gully and discussed the directions we might take. No static history, no imprisonment in fact of hearsay. I'd like to tell him now that I saw Moondyne up at Barley Lake, hiding out in clefts, plotting his next move. A West Australian on the run in Ireland. But that would be too much the truth, and truth distorts over distance. Instead, I will tell him in my head that I watched a jackdaw eyeing the lake and tough, raddled sheep belonging to no farmer, roaming free, discussing ideas.
John Kinsella's most recent volumes of poetry are Jam TreeGully (2012), which won the Australian Prime Minister's Award forPoetry, and the just-released Sack (2014). He is Professor of Sustainability and Literature at CurtinUniversity, a Professorial Research Fellow at the University of WesternAustralia, and a Fellow of Churchill College, CambridgeUniversity.
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|Title Annotation:||Two Poems|
|Author:||Kinsella, John (Australian writer)|
|Publication:||World Literature Today|
|Date:||Jan 1, 2015|
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