tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post6301515664893847612..comments2023-11-21T13:48:03.338+13:00Comments on Tuesday Poem: Margo, or Margaux by Anna JacksonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-57163936104225107992011-06-24T11:00:17.201+12:002011-06-24T11:00:17.201+12:00Very much looking forward to the release of 'T...Very much looking forward to the release of 'Thicket'.Janishttp://janisfreegard.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-64329199955153342552011-06-23T08:45:50.126+12:002011-06-23T08:45:50.126+12:00I love the swirling dark - the wine, the sky, the...I love the swirling dark - the wine, the sky, the night - and in it, like a rocket ship, the cream and silver car heading for, it seems, the silver stars - a place of 'chaos' without maps, without names, without history. And yet, the stars are on her too - a wonderful wonderful shift there to the pale skin, with the scents of dark wine, and the humorous end - which, as you say so Mary McCallumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07482261103185786111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-56227483185366815212011-06-22T11:55:14.552+12:002011-06-22T11:55:14.552+12:00Terrific poem, Anna - and post, Helen.
Viscerally...Terrific poem, Anna - and post, Helen. <br />Viscerally lush. Yum.Claire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-48174996410834980892011-06-21T20:17:08.750+12:002011-06-21T20:17:08.750+12:00The poem's a journey, a ride, a spin around th...The poem's a journey, a ride, a spin around the block on words. Brilliant.Harvey Molloyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13168420609485849643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-12009825896787543692011-06-21T20:14:49.775+12:002011-06-21T20:14:49.775+12:00I, too, love this poem--like Kathleen, because of ...I, too, love this poem--like Kathleen, because of its sensuousness, I think, to the extent, as T says that you feel you can sip and swirl. I was not quite sure about the lines "just for us two" in terms of the rhythm of the rest of the poem, but otherwise--delicious!Helen Lowehttp://helenlowe.info/blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-51831779863990573532011-06-21T16:53:41.276+12:002011-06-21T16:53:41.276+12:00Cool poem. I like how Anna makes these conversatio...Cool poem. I like how Anna makes these conversational poems and monologues look easy but I detect that a lot of craft goes in to her work. Will definitely be getting a copy of "Thicket". Two of Anna's poems are in broadsheet 7 (May 2011) too: http://broadsheetnz.wordpress.comMark Piriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09999627310717567736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-6015328893946690172011-06-21T15:12:26.855+12:002011-06-21T15:12:26.855+12:00Delicious with an after-taste to savour.Delicious with an after-taste to savour.maggie@at-the-bay.comhttp://www.maggieraineysmith.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-48288788596325093592011-06-21T13:31:00.719+12:002011-06-21T13:31:00.719+12:00This poem does indeed swirl, like wine in a glass ...This poem does indeed swirl, like wine in a glass prior to the inhalation.<br /><br />I can taste it.<br /><br />Time for my own glass of wine!T. https://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-67611800830763502762011-06-21T09:22:10.550+12:002011-06-21T09:22:10.550+12:00I love Anna Jackson's work, thanks Helen!I love Anna Jackson's work, thanks Helen!Helen Heathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08844370992595871236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-5556844337302544042011-06-21T06:40:15.745+12:002011-06-21T06:40:15.745+12:00Helen - this is luscious. having drunk my way rou...Helen - this is luscious. having drunk my way round new zealand, it brings back all the flavour of the wine - and the experience!<br />I first heard of Anna Jackson in a poem written by another NZ poet Jan Kemp called 'Baby-sitting Anna Jackson'. Then heard Anna read at the NZ embassy in London. I think her work is fantastic. There's so much in this poem and it's so sensual.Kathleen Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07645566938871914385noreply@blogger.com