My poetry chapbook, Summoning the Whirlwind will be launched at the Castlemaine Library Foyer, Mechanics Lane, Castlemaine, November 17, 4-6pm. It is published by the Melbourne Poets Union.
Joan Katherine Webster’s poems are chock-full of thingyness; of a tangible Now within time; of commonplace objects rubbed to a sacred gloss. If she summons the whirlwind, it will try to whirl away the pleasing solids of our daily lives, for she has lived with them, knows them and touches them. Her poetry sparkles for us all. – Chris Walace-Crabbe
Here is a poet in love with language, absorbed in the whirlwind of “the mystic skill of rhyme”, rhythms and subtle imagery, “the quick-quick tick / against slow tock”, casting her hypnotic spell over hills, street crowds, music and seascapes, “The Woman Alone on the Beach” “counting the waves crawl, crabwise”. Be prepared to be equally absorbed. – Rob Wallis.
When I read Summoning the Whirlwind, I was reminded of the words of US author/radio broadcaster, Garrison Keilor who said: “A poem is not a puzzle that the dutiful reader is obliged to solve … . It should render the gravity, the grace, and the beauty of the ordinary world, thereby lending courage to strangers.” Joan Katherine Webster’s work is accessible to all and the intellectual and emotional content of the material produced by her creates an affinity of being with readers who never expected that anyone else shared their feelings or perceptions. Thus, she lends courage to strangers. – Noel Tennison.
My Poem Interregnum has just been announced runner-up in the Castlemaine Poetry Prize, 2016. I wrote it on a windless day that sent me on a train of thought about the life of the climate, the environment and the earth.
No leaf, no blade of grass
No feather-flicker differentiates the comatose from bliss.
The slipstream of cars falls behind, faints on the bitumen;
a dog-shaped displacement of air follows its mass
birds leave lines of semaphored intent indented in their wake
a butterfly weaves lightning scars on the invisible.
Click to read on Interregnum