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3 New Poems Premiere on the Flying Islands YouTube Channel.

Three more terrific poems by Magdalena Ball, Clark Gormley and Steve Armstrong have been premiered on the Flying Islands YouTube channel in the past week.


You can watch them below.


To date the channel has 5 subscribers. 

Youtube will monetise once our subscriber count reaches 10,000. 

Still a way to go … nevertheless


Please SUBSCRIBE to the channel and please CONTRIBUTE your 1 minute (give or take)  poems.

Flying Islands now has a YouTube channel

Flying Islands now has a Youtube channel!  The purpose of the channel is to showcase the work of poets published in the Flying Islands Pocket Book Series. 

We thought initially we’d concentrate on short videos – one minute of less, give or take- and then include longer ones, including live readings later on. 

So for now PLEASE send your one minute videos to flyingisland7@gmail.com.

The preferred format is MPEG. 

I’m happy to offer production advice but am far from an expert in the field. 

Search “making poetry videos” on YouTube and you’ll find heaps of videos.

PLEASE subscribe to the channel and PLEASE share the videos widely. 

I think YouTube is a great way to reach and connect with a wider audience for your poetry. I’ve uploaded a couple of my own attempts to get the ball rolling. 

In conclusion, I’d just like to personally congratulate 

K.A.Rees

Steve Armstrong 

Robert Edmonds

Myron Lysenko

Irina Frolova

Ross Donlon

Harold Legaspi 

and Chris Mansell

whose books were launched in Sydney on Sunday.

I’d also like to give thanks to Professor K for the indefatigable support he has provided poets and the poetry community over many years. Long may it continue…

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0CJeqazsDdU-qV2bZ0VmCg

Alan Jefferies

Alan Jefferies is a poet and childrens’ author born and raised in Brisbane. He started writing and publishing after moving to Sydney in 1976. 

Between 1998 and 2007 he lived and worked in Hong Kong where he co-founded (with Mani Rao & Kit Kelen) OutLoud; Hong Kong’s longest running English language poetry reading. 

He’s published six books of poems, his most recent being “Seem” (Flying Islands, 2010) (Chinese translation by Iris Fan Xing).

He currently lives in Woolgoolga on the NSW mid-North Coast. 

A new book of poems, “in the same breath”  is forthcoming from Flying Islands in 2021.

Links:

https://poetryozreview.blogspot.com/2020/12/newspaper-poems.html

https://www.asiancha.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=380&Itemid=176

https://www.asiancha.com/content/view/2973/635/

http://www.foame.org/Issue10/poems/jefferies.html

Videos:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-nQqY-NooE

                                                  from “in the same breath…” (forthcoming, Flying Islands, 2021)

The Truth

the truth is almost impossible to be rid of

you can chop it into little bits

you can wrap it in chains 

and sent it gurgling down 

to some distant ocean floor.
you can strip the flesh from its bones

grind each gristle into fine white powder

you burn it, crush it, you can destroy it 

with the heat of a thousand suns.

but all you would have done 

is make the truth sit stiller,

for the facts aren’t going anywhere
you can dismantle its DNA

forbid its language, 

you can tear down its temples

and obliterate its culture.

you can erase every last trace of it from the earth;

you can even ban it 

from referring to itself.
but you’ll never be rid of it completely 

all you would have done 

is make it grow stronger,

for one day, the truth will come out

and it will be frightening.

from “Seem” (Flying Islands, 2010)

Encounter

I had come to her grave for some reason

an anniversary, birthday, I can't remember which.

And there was this guy doing some work on the plot 

right next to my late wife's grave.

He was putting formwork 

around the perimeter.
"It's the resting place of a Somali refugee"

he explained, his wife couldn't afford a headstone so 

I agreed to put something here.

"Anything's better than a mound of dirt, right?"

“Right”, he agreed.
Eventually he stood up from what he was doing 

and looked serenely at my late wife's headstone;

"Young", he said.

"Young" I nodded.

"Sudden" I said,

“Sudden”, he nodded.
And I could feel the beginnings of a single 

crystalline tear forming in the corner of my eye;

and before it could fall, 

he turned and hugged me-

this tall, dark, beautiful stranger.

from “in the same breath”  (forthcoming Flying Islands 2021)