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Biographical note: Vivian Smith was born in Hobart in 1933 and has lived in Sydney since 1967. These, the two oldest cities in Australia, play a central role in his poetry as in his life, providing key geographical and historical images in his exploration of notions of permanence and change, and in his quirky sense of the bizarre in ordinary life. Similarly his studies and teaching in French before his move to Sydney have given his work a distinctive timbre unusual in Australian poetry. For many years Reader in English at the University of Sydney, he is a central figure in Australian literature as teacher, critic, editor and translator. He has published seven collections of poetry and his awards include the Kenneth Slessor Prize for Poetry and the Patrick White Literary Award. Les Murray has written of him, "From first to last there is an integral voice, a controlled richness of language and response, varied with great flexibility."
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EAN13: 9781844710669 ISBN-10: 1844710661 ISBN-13: 9781844710669 Author: Vivian Smith Title: Along the Line Series: Salt Modern Poets Product class: BC Language: eng Audience: General/trade BIC subject category: CTCH1 Publisher: Salt Publishing Pub date: 15-Jul-06 Extent: 132pp Height: 216 mm Width: 140 mm Thickness: 8 mm Weight: 198 gms Supplier: Gardners Books Supplier: Ingram Book Group Supplier: Inbooks (James Bennett) Availability: IP Price: GBP 9.99 Price: USD 15.95 Rights: World
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description/annotation: Filled with precise observation of the interior and exterior world, as well as lashings of wit, Smith’s wide-ranging, often poignant lyrics take us on tour through history, ideas, people and places. He is the perfect travel companion in a sortie of the century and its cultural outputs—as well as its detritus, cast-offs, conflict and ephemera. This perfectly weighted collection offers us pleasure, wisdom and redress.
Main description: Filled with precise observation of the interior and exterior world, as well as lashings of wit, Smith’s wide-ranging, often poignant lyrics take us on tour through history, ideas, people and places. He is the perfect travel companion in a sortie of the century and its cultural outputs—as well as its detritus, cast-offs, conflict and ephemera. This perfectly weighted collection offers us pleasure, wisdom and redress.
Table of contents: Sydney Perhaps Night Life A Pair of Scissors Reply to an Unsolicited Letter Traveller's Tale Tune To a Bottle Tree Remembering W H S Posthumous Retrospective The Names: 1938-45 On The Circuit Summer of the Ladybirds Short Story The Colonial Poet Remembering George Dibbern Friends And Ancestors Herbs Of The Tarahumara Another Chance History The Point In the Colonial Museum The Dream Poetry Reading Happiness Letter from Sydney A Few Words For Maxi A Room In Mosman An die Musik Meeting An Effect Of Light An Enigma Angels’ Trumpets At An Exhibition Of Historical Paintings, Hobart Back In Hobart Balmoral Summer Bus Ride Chance Meeting Deathbed Sketch Despite the Room Early Arrival Sydney Dialogue Family Album Late April: Hobart For My Daughter For Nan Chauncy: 1900-1970 Gabrielle In The Grounds Of The Old University, Hobart Jacaranda Lines For Rosamond Mcculloch One Season Philoctetes Impromptu For George Davis Postcard From The Subtropics Quiet Evening Reflections Return to Hobart For Edith Holmes: Tasmanian Painter Sea Glass Slope With Boulders Sparrows: Mosman Summer Band Concert Summer Notes Summer Sketches: Sydney The Candles The Room There Is No Sleight Of Hand View From The Domain, Hobart Warmth In July: Hobart Wrong Turning Winter Twenty Years Of Sydney Il Convento, Batignano The Traveller Returns From Korea Onion in a Jar My Morning Dip The Edge of Winter Beyond this Point Still Life The Restorers Revisiting The Man Fern Near the Bus Stop Late May: Sydney Looking Back Dung Beetles Tasmania Autumn Reading Convolvulus At the Parrot House, Taronga Park The Peacock Summer Feeling Crows In Winter Half of Life Under the Pine Corona Mosman Bay Sirius Cove Sulphur-Crested Cockatoos The Return View excerpt as PDF:
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Lines for Rosamund McCulloch
Simple observation was your line: rough hills, trees whipped by hail, dhows off the coast of Arabia, pears like mandolins, a snail.
Full view or sketch, you always returned to coastlines of the south, ridged volcanic stone, icebergs of rock, needles, unknown phares, lakes seen from the air, shells like a telephone.
People were your weakness. How you’d make a face! Different pools rewarded working on: the Derwent drained to a sheet of stained foil, backwaters, clouds, the irascible swan.
Your landscapes knew no people. They were home and liberation for the overburdened life, winds beating through the central hills. You used your pencil like a surgeon’s knife
and gave the island back the images it gave— tide country with a sea fence for a frame. The last dry sketch Small fish in small pool, and Disappearing wreck off Cape Fame.
I still see your workroom, the pear near the door repeating the leadlight repeating the vine. You left me an etching of Eaglehawk Hills and said to me once “I’m the last of my line.”
Unpublished endorsement : Vivian Smith’s deceptively delicate poems literally vibrate with an inner strength. His work, a powerful Great South Land of the mind, lovingly immersed in awareness of tradition yet astringently modern, profoundly of the landscape yet far beyond it, may yet reveal him to be what some of us suspect he already is: the great Australian poet after David Campbell. In a world that fluctuates between anxiety and panic, the humility and grace and sense of transcendence in these poems restore us to our centre. Luke Davies Unpublished endorsement : Vivian Smith is a true independent in Australian poetry. He is his own school—belonging anywhere the craft and necessity of poetry are respected and desired. Essentially a lyricist, Smith is a poet of colour and light. His poems are also meditations and contemplations of the relationships between people and the world/s around them, and the spirituality of observation. “Things” are highlighted and vitalised by Smith’s eye, and his unerring ear. A formalist with a delicacy of touch—a conversational flexibility, his poems are painted canvases and musical scores. While a celebrator in so many ways, Smith never shrinks from confronting the erosions and horrors of history—for him, though, language is redemptive, and he seeks to rebuild what has been lost and damaged. Piece by piece, his poems accumulate—never making great claims for themselves, but affirming those points where the senses meet ideas and responsibility. John Kinsella |
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