Wow!

I just discovered that my book "Almost" is at Charles Sturt University Wagga Wagga Campus Library, the National Library of Australia and University of Queensland Library! woo! Check it out!  

  

Almost.

By Emily McIntyre

The Salon Show Poem

This is a copy of the poem I wrote for "The Salon Show" - sorry it was so late in being put up - I hope you enjoy it! x

Copyright 2011, Emily McIntyre

Language in Poetry and Novels

I am quite thrilled with my explanation of language, form & language devices in poetry and novels.... Thanks Carina and Pete for our study group!

Poetry

 Poetry is like Vodka... it uses language devices, form and meaning in a CONCENTRATED medium. Meaning is achieved in a condensed way.

Novels

Novels are like Light Beer or Cheap Wine...  Language devices, form and meaning are watered down.. Meaning is achieved over 500 pages, rather than a 10 line poem. 

Now compare a shot of each!




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So, you want proof?

I am delighted to report that I have ordered my proof! Proof of what you may ask? Proof of my upcoming book "Almost." .

I can't wait to see how it looks and feels!

Almost there....

Did someone say... BOOK RELEASE?

Even though it is 6:32 in the morning and I have been awake for the last two hours (got to love haywire sleeping patterns) I thought I'd share my utmost excitement for my up and coming BOOK RELEASE!

Yes, that's right!

My second book of poetry, entitled "Almost." is going to be released in the next month.

Following from "Petite", which was released in conjunction with the ArT tree's exhibition in September 2009 at Mary Place Gallery in Paddington, "Almost." endeavours to explore "almost moments" - the very nearly experiences that are "all but" what was expected.

Stay tuned for the official book launch details, which will be happening in July 2011.

(It's the final count down!)

Musical Delights

To aid the creative juices, I've recently discovered a new fascination with Bob Dylan's music. People seem to be very heated/passionate about how much they love or hate him, or which era of music they like the most.

Although, I must admit, I was spurred on by the influence of watching "Taking Woodstock", a movie that everyone must sit down and watch! I particularly appreciated the greetings the drama troupe gave to the helicopter, and the lovely mudslide. Ah, if only we could all be young & free....

EXCITING NEWS:

In the next month or so, i should be releasing my next book... it is entitled "Almost.". Can you think about moments in your life where you've had to suffice with an "Almost", or if an "almost" was better than what you were after? What is an almost definition? 

Now, for a cup of tea... xx

Crowning Glory

I've got the queen bed i've always wanted
because, well, you know, that's what everyone wanted
when they were a twenty-something
looking to live life like a twenty-something does
(the room for my legs is amazing and i no longer
bruise them banging them into the side of the wall )
but there wasn't a disclaimer,
the salesperson didn't warn me of the possible consequences of purchasing such a mattress,
of the perils of upgrading from king single to a queen
the sinking feeling of too much room
on this bed for one person alone and that there
should be another wishing for a bigger bed beside me,
maybe a king size one so that I'd stop kicking him at
two a.m. when I'm dreaming about being able to play soccer and winning the match with two seconds to go
but in reality my uncoordination means he has to dodge
my fifa-world-cup-wannabe-legs to avoid being bruised
and restrain my arms as i try to do a victory lap like an aeroplane...
so yes, the bed is nice.
but it makes the glass feel half empty and reaffirms
the belief that singles should sleep in singles to avoid
negative reinforcement of their single state
but, the room for my legs is amazing
and now i am living the twenty something dream
with twenty something pillows
fit for royalty.

Hello!

Greetings blog! It has been too long!

Life has been crazy, but good, as always... To fill you in. I'm taking a gap year and I have been working full time for the last three weeks... COMPLETELY different lifestyle, but i'm getting used to it. So now I am a pharmacy assistant for two pharmacies and I am an employed youth leader. Wooot.  Once again, crazy, but good.

I'm also working on my next book- soooo excited! It's working title is called "Sticks & Stones" with illustrations by the wonderful Rachel Carroll. Stay tuned for more info! I've also had two exhibitions in the last few weeks that I have spoken at - well opened- with a poetry reading. You should definitely check out Cheralyn Darcey's exhibition while it is still open- just google her name! And also, "Reflections" at Dank St, Waterloo... by the amazing Rachel Carroll, Matt Weatherstone, Cade Turner and Meredith Woolnough. Incredible.

At "Reflections" I actually read aloud my first sonnet... It was a strange experience because I used the "Shakespearian" form- and to read out a sonnet based on the writer I admire was a tricky thing. I hope I did it justice! I chose to read my first sonnet because it seemed to capture the essence of the exhibition- "reflections"- because it was exactly that.  A reflection. (s). xx

Slight Angst.. This is what happens when I listen to emotional rock music. Yes, I stil do have A LOT of teenage angst.

Go on without me
at your side,
please,

do
go on.

You know it's easier
to pretend
to
forget
and not remember
everything and anything
just
blink and i'll be gone

memories are a
bad trip,
anyway,
you mumble
as you choke on
your metaphoric cocaine
you'll hang on to emotions
rather than me
any day,

go on,
just walk away.

bullets words,
but bad aim,
any way.

P a s s i n g T h r o u g h

t r a n s i e n t pleasures

        static

in the rain

the sky g r i e v e s

another passing
    
     of day

     drops
   
    in
  
    reflect
    -ion

deja vu dreams

                   (the same you've had before)

 flowing

tears drumming

the pavement:

        a tightly tuned skin

        where touch

    releases harmony

in resonance;

       peace.

e=m©²

W e d n e s d a y s

George street city slum

migratory cars in turn of the a(la)rms

of five o'clock time to go

home and dodge pedestrians

(100 points if you get the guy

            who keeps trying to clean

            the windscreen)

wednesday's tip the week

            t   h   r   o   w

 scales to believing

            there is escape

two more days to two days more

            of respite,

and teenage love affairs at workplace parties,

late twenty-somethings looking for meaning

in sex-on-the-beach

            giggling to bartender for more

phone numbers smudged

 (names forgotten)

            just call me bill

and he'll call me easy

            -er said  than

done with looking for meaning

between sheets

stuck in traffic

            again

mind wanders to

wednesdays

            pay days

week

        end(s).

e=m©²

"Envoi" By Kathleen Raine

Take of me what is not my own,
my love, my beauty, and my poem-
the pain is mine, and mine alone.

See how against the weight in the bone
the hawk hangs perfect in mid-air-
the blood pays dear to raise it there,
the moment, not the bird, divine.

And see the peaceful trees extend
their myriad leaves in leisured dance-
they bear the weight of the sky and cloud
upon the fountain of their veins.

In rose with petals as soft as air
I bind for you the tides and fire-
the death that lives within the flower,
oh gladly, love, for you I bear!

By Kathleen Raine

Together Exhibition

A teaser for the up and coming exhibition "Together" for the ARt Tree :)
For the first time I'm going to be framed and on the wall... Slightly nervous, but it will be fun !

An Invitation

You are invited to come and see Cade Turner's AMAZING first solo exhibition!

Official Invite

I'll be reading a poem especially written for the event! Would love to see you there! He is an impressionist photographer... let your mind be boggled!

Poetry Book

I am quite excited, in the last week I have published my first poetry book! And I've done three amazing poetry readings!

The first one was to open the exhibition Petite . I was quite nervous as I wrote the poem I read out a couple of hours before as I saw the artwork for the first time. It was an incredible experience, seeing the work of The ARt Tree's artists all come together, and to finally meet the artists. I am extremely excited about the future (aka past when I finish my education, finally!) because I can see some wonderful collaborations happening between the artists and their art, with my poetry. (It's still odd saying 'my poetry', I think I am still in denial that I can now call myself a 'published poet'...). The opening night was Tuesday, and today we had a 'meet the artists' do, and I read two poems from my book. (It is also strange saying 'my book'.) However, because I am an incredibly organised person and missed my bus to get to the event today, my lovely neighbours Sue and Hannah were able to come and give me a lift. Phew!

The second exhibition was for the Manly Lagoon Festival, where artists were invited to 'create' an artwork on the day of the lagoon. So I was invited to write a poem about the lagoon and the festival. This was my first official poetry 'gig', ( a few weeks ago now...) so reading that poem felt like a rite of passage in itself. Once again, the artists there were amazing and I made so many contacts! I also discovered I now need a business card to give to people. It would make life a lot easier.

So three down, one to go! I'm still pinching myself!

Also if you are interested in purchasing a book, entitled Petite, (A collection of poetry if you couldn't guess!) please give me an email at emily_mcintyre@yahoo.com. Or even if you want to say hi!

I find the following poem by Shelley quite cheeky, but charming. I suppose it may be a reflection of how I've been feeling lately!

LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY

The Fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law devine
In one another's being mingle -
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain'd its brother:
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea -
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

-P.B. Shelley from this website

Tea Leaves

Unfold:

release the chaos

that controls a mind

in cups of tea:

laden with peace

and one liners-

leaves that

hint

of future ventures

fortunes way of

communicating

to the unenlightened

look and see

ask and receive

questions

laced as sugarcubed

answers

stirred not shaken

with stained hands

shaking

on resolutions reflections:

why do dreams

scare

beyond belief?

© EM 2009

Spot the Difference

School children spill across

empty concrete

a sea of green pinstripes

spotted with the occasional

‘wicket’ hat-

the branding or an education

learnt privately,

sprinkled with religious spice

(and all things nice)

from the cheque book of daddy;

whilst faded pine coloured tartan skirts

are rolled above the knee

and dirty adam’s apples bulge

blackened by a game of league-

individuality expressed through

multicoloured badges, backpacks,

which may equal personality

repressed by monochrome stockings

and hairpinned fringes

with padded blazers

inscribed with latin phrases.

© EM 2009

Vertigo

Vertigo:
no time or place
peace in unknown depths
higher than the seagull flies
one with the horizon
at dizzying heights
capture eternity
through manufactured lenses
clouds stirring
misty surface
simmering
wildflowers
taking the plunge
knitting sandstone cliffs
together through
roots embedded in time
as the sea whispers below
calling
souls answer
some fly, or fall
down past city sight lines
into an abyss of sea.

© EM, 2009

Sojourn

Why are you to be
the cynosure
of my daydreams?
I am caught
in the act
of dalliance:
watch me tumble, turn and twist
acrobatic delights, performed;
audience delights, applause
emotional turmoil in
a
three-ringed-circus,
attempts to tame the lion
(fail)
clowns joyously frown
at my delusional responsiveness
at the primitive consciousness
of the ringmaster's reign,
he'll pull you close
then release you
(again)
he'll twirl you round
disorientating truth and lies
beneath stage lights
and a makeshift-bigtop-tent:
show's over kids,
time for bed.

© EM, 2009