Some might see only an empty field
but also the harvest has been and gone
and another planting is on its way . . .
and nearby is another field full of dreams . . .
(c) June Perkins, words and image.
“Grant, O Thou Loving Lord, that all may stand firm and steadfast, shining with everlasting splendour, so that, at every breath, gentle breezes may blow from the bowers of Thy loving-kindness, that from the ocean of Thy grace a mist may rise…”
-‘Abdu’l-Baha, Selections From the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Baha
Image (c) June Perkins
For more head to Nineteen Months.
Dear Blog Readers,
For the moment I am taking my poetry quest to 200 off line. It is still happening but just not on my blog.
Whilst I am offline I am not just working on my poetry quest but many, many things
I have shared a lot of writing online for over ten years, and now need much more dedicated time to collate, develop and edit much of this into beautiful books and films or digital stories of all kinds.
After a reflection on the weekend of everything I want to still do I realise the need to redirect my efforts and stop longing so much to finish my first novel and get on and do it!
I will still be back to blog from time to time on the progress of any of the above and let you know as each project or creative product launches, but hope you will understand I will be holding a lot more direct creative work back and need to reallocate my time.
I might have a few guests from time to time that I would just love for you to meet, but it will only be when the spirit moves me and is it fits into the various tasks above.
Part of the reason for this changing my direction and time spent blogging is contained in the following recent guest blog , which I invite you to read and comment on:
And to read about what I feel this whole journey on social media has done to enrich my creative life read this blog:
Do feel free to look back through the blogs. And to fellow bloggers stopping by, I will visit you when I can – and have loved connecting with you, especially many poets and creatives in isolated areas.
Thanks as always for your support and all the best for your creative efforts in your life as well,
My family arrived in Boonah last Friday night, and stayed at the tranquil home of my friend Elizabeth who is a local resident and greatly involved in her local community’s efforts for sustainability. After enjoying a beautiful misty sunrise and breakfast, we headed up the next day to the World Environment Day festival which was being hosted by BOSS (Boonah Organisation for a Sustainable Shire). The most striking thing to attract our attention when we first arrived was the Vomitor, made from recycled materials and warning us what will happen if we don’t stop littering!
At tenish the traditional welcome from the Ugurapul people happened, conducted by Douglas James, his wife Denise and others from their community.
This was full of ceremony and quite moving. It included a reenactment of what should have happened when new people arrived on these shores, and a smoking ceremony.
After the traditional acknowledgement I gave a short official welcome speech and shared a poem especially written for the festival and dedicated to its themes. I spoke about how poetry is in everything, the totems that many of the Indigenous people’s of the world have and shared that my family totem from PNG is the Bird of Paradise.
I remembered my youth growing up in Tasmania and working with others to in my community to make sure the Franklin stayed wild river. I read out some statistics on the state of the environment in Australia and read ‘River Song’ from Magic Fish Dreaming. I focused on the power of unity and collective action from everyone in whatever capacity they can to bring about change in the world, and mentioned the story of Jadev Peyang.
My dear children shared three songs, and it is so good to see them continue to build their confidence performing in public!
There were more things happening throughout the day in the main stage area, but I mostly spent my time in the sheltered area on my book stall, selling books and was treated to some lovely chats with locals, visitors and other stall holders.
We encouraged people to contribute to a group poem, with about 15 people stopping to participate in this. You can read FROM LOVE – HERE.
Participants, all ages particularly liked the magnet play to create parts of the poem. Here are a series of photographs on the poem in progress.
I managed to sneak up the top on a break to see the following dancers, due to having my dear family on hand to help me out.
The highlight of the day was making friends with Rebecca Brain (BOSS Vice President), also from PNG. I was so delighted when she took a copy of the book home to read to her children, which I wanted to gift to her, but she insisted she had to pay me something, and paid me the retailers price and presented me with a bilum as well. Quigley the Quoll loved that bilum!
I met some other lovely stall holders, food van people, performers, and non profits as well as the singers of the day stopping by to say hello and offer encouragement to my kids for their music. That was just lovely. There was also a storyteller, or was it bush poet who came and told me a long joke about Salmon Rushdie and the Atlantic ocean, because my book reminded him of it… (due to being about a fish.)
Pictured (above) are the not for profit Days for Girls making a difference. There was a whole range of workshops, films, face painting, and demonstrations going on, but I didn’t have a chance to capture all that as I was chatting with people at the stall, about poetry, totems, environment and more.
Dear Elizabeth dropped by a few times to see how it was all going.
I just loved meeting so many interesting people in Boonah.
A massive, massive thank you to the people of Boonah as well as my friend Norah who said hello. May your festival go from strength to strength.
It was also a lovely surprise for my hubby to see the father of a friend from his childhood, who now lives in Boonah!
For more photographs of the day head to my FLICKR SET
You can find out more about BOSS on their facebook page. HERE
Writing Poetry for Kids
When Saturday, August 26, 2017, 1 – 2pm
Are you thinking of becoming a children’s poet? Are you already a children’s poet looking for a way forward in your journey? What can poetry do for children?
Join poets Sally Murphy, Dr June Perkins and JR Poulter, in-conversation with Dr Virginia Lowe, for this fascinating discussion.
Brisbane Square Library, 266 George Street, Brisbane City
Phone Brisbane Square Library on 07 3403 4166 to reserve your place.
Queensland Poetry Festival & Brisbane Square Library
String bones say
‘don’t bug cobwebs’
revere the cobwebs
inspired by Boonah Magnets
Saturday caterpillars are
Saturday’s children sing
Six caterpillars begin
In the yellow night
time is climbing &
purple bubbles of song
swing sticks about.
swim cobwebs of
blue people &
Saturday’s stones know that
forms in the leaves
falling from the trees.
Old women over June
are running free
red over black stones
time is climbing.
Old women over August sing,
‘be that dirt and mud
that grows these green forest trees.’
Butterflies flutter free
through the dragon grass
old stones that are scattered
form the foundation
of all that is to come.
By Jennifer Hume, Kylie Castle, Jessica Brain, Jackie Towell, Margaret Van Blommestein
Dominique, Christina and Ashleigh, David, Norah and 4 anons
& June Perkins Drafted 15/7/2017
Edited by June Perkins 16/7/2017
CREATING A GROUP POEM FOR WORLD ENVIRONMENT DAY FESTIVAL – BOONAH
We laid out a table with the equipment, and some instructions and terms for participation, and they could also talk to me.
Participants were encouraged to connect what they had written to the person before them through either.
They were drawn from passers by and people querying the book.
We kept what the person had written before on the slr camera, and also on a mini white board if we could.
Participants could chose to have their full name, or first name as authors, and leave emails so we could send them the final poem.
When working with the words afterwards, rather than literally chaining them together with little editing I took the strongest lines and kept them intact and then worked with the other phrases as if they were magnet boards.
So the words were remixed and the stanzas were linked in a way that would make a poem that made sense, and less random. Attractive phrases were repeated.
The resulting poem is above. Some lines were discarded for the first poetry mix above as they didn’t seem to fit well with the others.
Another mix may be done to include those if it is possible.
I would love to try this idea again, and using the experiences of Boonah, refine it until it is greater or as close to universal participation.
I’d like to especially think about the physical layout and how to make it more inviting, and talk to some artists about that, and invite the help of chalk artists and musicians to make it a more multidimensional creative space.
If you have ever worked on creating group poems within a festival space, please respond to this blog! We’d love your feedback!
If you helped create this poem, do send us your feedback as well.
Handy tips for young and new poets!
Handy Tip 1 for Poetry: Take photographs of things that inspire you and keep a photo journal, either physical or digital.
If you can tag (label) the photograph so that is easy to search back through your archives.
Photograph things that make you think of a story, laugh, maybe even cry, or are mysterious.
Write down some ideas when you first take it, and then write down some a few weeks or months after you have taken it.
Taking the photographs allows you to collect a lot of visual detail and study this in depth later on.
These images will be useful later for building similes and metaphors. (More on that next time)
This is the kind of thing June likes to do in more detail in workshops.