The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. In honor of the occasion I took a moment to record three poems that I think are a slightly different take on WW 1. Moments and images that gave me pause to think a little more deeply than I had been. They are: the … Continue reading Remembrance Day 2019
Big shout out to Petrina Binney for her marvellous and exuberant review of Small Town Kid. I am truly delighted when I see that poems from the collection have connected with a reader - in this case, a child of Croydon, living in Devon. Pop over and have a read. Take a look at her … Continue reading Small Town Kid – thank you Petrina
Oh my goodness! I just clicked over to Devil In The Wind on Amazon.com. The paperback edition is for sale at US$3.66. That's an extraordinary price, and I know there are many readers who prefer the paperback editions, so can I urge you to grab a copy now? There is no telling how long they … Continue reading My Word! Devil In The Wind paperback!
As advertised, this is all about The New Asylum and giving the book a push as Book Launch in Beechworth day approaches. Firstly, I need to express my gratitude to Janet Howie of the Border Morning Mail (a significant local newspaper) for her article in the Border yesterday. Janet has been a great supporter and … Continue reading Shameless self promotion day
Inspired by the phrase 'The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore' taken from 'Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)' by Walt Whitman.This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project I walk onwater take even pacesoutaway from the beach stand in small swellno dampon my feet run a mile chase … Continue reading buoyancy (lost)
Inspired by the phrase 'And time for all the works and days of hands ' taken from 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by T. S. Eliot.This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project sayto the riverthere is time say to the breezesthere is time say it to the skyshout ittoward heaven for … Continue reading time and hands (in the river)
Inspired by the phrase 'the pass-ing of blood and air through my lungs' taken from 'Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)' by Walt Whitman.This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project the feeling of lifethat comeswith the first raysof the sun when I wake upto the day the passing cool of airfilling up my … Continue reading the need to test (for life)
My thanks to Sally Cronin for her wonderful review of The New Asylum. It takes an outside perspective, sometimes to help the author make best sense of what they have done in writing their book (or poetry collection, in my case). Reviewers like Sally help me to understand my own work just a little better, sometimes.
Thank you so much Sally .
I have had the pleasure of reading and reviewing the previous two books by Frank Prem and eagerly awaited his latest collection The New Asylum: a memoir of psychiatry
About the collection
The New Asylum is the third volume in a series of free-verse poetry anthologies and personal memoirs from Australian author Frank Prem (Small Town Kid, Devil In The Wind).
This collection is an exposé of life in the public psychiatric system, spanning five decades and describing sometimes graphically, sometimes ironically, often poignantly, and always honestly, a search for meaning in extraordinary and often incomprehensible circumstances.
The journey begins with childhood experiences of watching immigrant parents earn their living in the Mayday Hills Mental Asylum… progresses through the oddities and antics of psychiatric nurse training in the 1970s… on to the high-pressure coalface of managing regional centres facing an inundation of modern urban challenges… and finally, settles into…
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Inspired by the phrase 'Rubbing its back upon the window-panes' taken from 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by T. S. Eliot.This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project it is a dayfilled with lightfromfirst dawn all through its hoursno cloudno doubt and in the afternooncoming onto evening it rubs its back job … Continue reading well done (the day)
Inspired by the phrase 'love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine' taken from 'Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)' by Walt Whitman.This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project I approachwith ultimatetrepidation ultimate desire... silken threads runfrom meto . . ....to . . ....whatI wonder...where...down which forkwill I be drawn from deathfeeling my waytowardlife toward light … Continue reading which way (sustained)