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Soft Meteorites
In soft meteoritesNathan Shepherdson has installed a type of two-way valve that attaches the page to the flesh. Moments are emptied of words then refilled with fresh observations. The pulse quietly excludes standard angles for a free-form geometry that collects spiralling perspectives. He sings inside the silence he listens to. Meditations are a material. Sometimes lean and elegant, almost emaciated. At other times the complexities compound themselves under lingua-thermal pressure, moving very fast, jumping ship like a sailor who doesn't even know if the ocean is still there. Wry smiles are laid out like the silver-plated cake forks inherited from your grandmother, tattered velvet a warm hom...
soft meteorites
When assembling my work, I assembled myself, laid out on an autopsy table (of sorts). And soft meteorites presented itself as three themes – art, death, and friendship. In soft meteorites Nathan Shepherdson has installed a type of two-way valve that attaches the page to the flesh. Moments are emptied of words then refilled with fresh observations. The pulse quietly excludes standard angles for a free-form geometry that collects spiralling perspectives. He sings inside the silence he listens to. Meditations are a material. Sometimes lean and elegant, almost emaciated. At other times the complexities compound themselves under lingua-thermal pressure, moving very fast, jumping ship like a sai...
How to Knit a Human
I want to know what it was like to have crossed into the realm of madness. After all, I did it. I went mad. Why can’t I have the secret knowledge that comes with it? How do you write a memoir when your memories have been taken? She awakens in hospital, greeted by nurses and patients she doesn’t recognise, but who address her with familiarity. She decides to untangle the clues. How to Knit a Human is Anna’s quest to find her self and her memory after experiencing psychosis and Electroconvulsive therapy in 2011, at the age of twenty-three. As the memory barriers begin to crumble, Anna weaves her experiences around the gaps of memories that are still not accessible. Anna writes and create...
The Best Australian Poetry 2006
"aselection of the best poems from Australia's literary journals" -- cover title.
Sweeping the Light Back Into the Mirror
Sweeping the Light Back Into the Mirror is an extended elegy and memorial for the poet's mother. Brief, epigamic aphorisms are contrasted with longer poems, some of which are about the commonplace aspects of a lived life: old shoes, the family stove, handwritten letters, and some of which move resolutely into elegiac record.
Someone's Universe
SOMEONE'S UNIVERSE: THE ART OF EUGENE CARCHESIO is a focused survey of work by the leading Queensland contemporary artist, Eugene Carchesio. Known for his repeated use of particular images and patterns, his work has an overall sense of rhythm and composition which echoes his keen interest in music.
The Best Australian Poetry 2004
A selection of the best poems from Australia's literary journalst containing poems that are dramatic and flamboyant, revealing an unquenchable passion for life immersed in the marvellous matter of lived reality.
Parallel Equators
Nathan Shepherdson's new collection, parallel equators is a book in five sections, under the five vowels, and through the five apparatus of one hand. It attempts to return its messages to a sender (or senders) locked somewhere in a haze of accidental truths. Words travel at irregular pace on a walking tour through a dissociative alphabet of concepts and images. Fingernails, silence, glass, leaves, eyelids, absence, lungs, and full stops all become entangled as 'body types' in this idiosyncratic language. Patterns repeat the self. Transcriptions of conversations between elegy and memory possess a natural cadence that counts out the oxygen molecules in life's strange abacus. Shepherdson's poems are snap-fingered mosaics, dry ingredients holding their breath, so as not to sink, as they unexpectedly set on wet paper surfaces. Is Shepherdson a well-grounded, metaphoric-driven pragmatist, or a quiet, well-meaning fantasist, who wanders off each day, towel in hand, to meet Heraclitus for an afternoon swim?
