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  • Serenity Now: lyrics. Is this a poem?

    Many people ask me are my poems suitable as lyrics for songs, can song lyrics be called poetry, and is songwriting a very different genre from poetry. These are interesting questions to which I have no definitive answers.

    Most of my poems have internal rhymes and rhythms which only become obvious when the poems are read aloud. I feel that I have hundreds of songs just waiting to bust their way out of the lock-up in my head. And the prison gate is this idea – right or wrong – that writing a song and writing a poem need a completely different approach.

    This is definitely worth discussing, but perhaps in another blogpost.

    In the meantime, today I start a songwriting course with Deborah Conway and Willy Zygier. I’m hoping it will kickstart my songwriting habit and unleash some of those falsely imprisoned songs.

    In spite of the lock-up, some songs do escape!

    Last year, my very talented and kooky DJ pal Paul Allan aka The Krakafaktri wrote a tune, I wrote lyrics, then we recorded it (I sang).

    You can hear it here.

    It’s had some airplay on Adelaide’s Fresh FM radio station.

    I thought I’d share the lyrics with you here.

    Serenity Now

    Inner space
    is where I find that place
    safe from grief
    safe from disbelief
    bring me to that space:
    a state of inner grace.

    Serenity now
    that blessed state
    I had to wait
    such a long, long time

    to feel
    to heal
    to reveal
    my real self

    serenity now
    in your arms
    I float
    my boat
    on the sea
    of serenity.

    &copy Jennifer Liston 2009

  • Note to him/self

    Here is an excerpt from a poem that will probably be included in my third collection:

    Note to him/self

    You’ve seeped through every living cell
    you’ve made my bones your home.
    Your presence shades my past uncertainties…

    …What do you think?

  • Back to my Galway roots to do some poetry readings

    I was thrilled to do two poetry readings in Galway last week: one at the Roisin Dubh (4th November) and one at the Crane bar (9th November).

    Both were well attended, and it was great to share the podium with such talented local poets, and with Canberra’s own Tobias Manderson-Galvin, who is Munster Slam Champion 2009.

    Many thanks to Kevin Higgins of Over the Edge, Laurie Leech and John Walsh for organising speaking slots for me at short notice.

    Much appreciated…and I’ll definitely be back mid-next year to do another few readings. Perhaps even a book launch…

  • Extract from a poem I wrote many years ago (not yet published)

    …in dreams I see
    a wise old man
    draw our lives in sand: they meet
    our old, vibrant spirits
    dance
    close
    to another dimension’s beat…

  • My second poetry collection launched today

    The Hon. Michael Atkinson, MP, Attorney-General and Minister for Multicultural Affairs, launched my second poetry collection in the SA Writers’ Centre, Adelaide today.

    Entitled 17 poems: one for every year of innocence, it is published by White Wave Press and is available for purchase here.

    Each edition includes an audio/mp3 CD of me reading the 17 poems. The CD also contains bonus readings of two poems from my first collection, Exposure (2003).

    Only 150 imprints of 17 poems: one for every year of innocence have been created.

    Go here now and buy a book or several.

  • My poem, Egg, in Max Harris Poetry Award 2007 anthology

    The anthology Poems in Perspex, Max Harris Poetry Award 2007, was launched at the SA Writers’ Centre on Thursday 6 November 2008.

    One of my poems, Egg, was featured in the collection, which is available from Lythrum Press.

    Here it is.

    Egg

    I take an almond-brown egg from the fridge.
    Hello, egg.
    Into almost-boiling water you go.
    There you are, bobbing and twisting.
    No use trying to escape.
    Off what free range did you spring?
    I’m told not to put you all in one basket.
    You, potential sunny-side-up-runny-yoked half-life.
    What chicken will you not become?
    Your chocolate siblings dispersed at easter
    by commercially cute button-nosed bunnies.
    All the eggs in my womb basket
    already broken,
    devoured,
    disgorged.
    What boy or girl did they not become?
    No sickly Hallmark verses marked that occasion.
    An almond-brown man I know ate a raw egg daily.
    He’s 80.
    Egg, your time is up.

    &copy Jennifer Liston 2008

  • One of my poems selected for inclusion in next Max Harris anthology

    I entered three poems in the Max Harris Poetry Award 2007 but didn’t feature in the winners’ circle.

    I’ve just received an email from the Poetry and Poetics Centre Committee, however, and the good people there have told me that they selected my poem, Egg, for inclusion in the Max Harris Poetry Award anthology.

    Apparently the anthology will be published soon.

    Of course, I’m absolutely delighted; this was quite unexpected.

    When I have it, I’ll post a link to the anthology.

  • My second poetry collection is published…

    …at last.

    I’m thrilled to report that White Wave Press has published my second poetry collection. It’s called 17 poems: one for every year of innocence, and it’s available now.

    Only 150 imprints of the collection have been created. Each one is numbered individually.

    What makes this collection particularly special is that each edition is mailed with a bonus audio CD of me reading the poems.

    Think of it as having me as a guest in your lounge room, car, or wherever you happen to be listening.

    Sounds scary, doesn’t it?

    But I’m quite nice really.

    Honest.

  • Two wonderful truths

    “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”

    — Carl Jung

    “We become what we think about.”

    — Earl Nightingale