Kenneth Slessor

(27 March 1901 – 30 June 1971 / Orange, New South Wales)

Biography of Kenneth Slessor

Kenneth Slessor poet

Kenneth Slessor was born in Orange, New South Wales. He published his first poetry in the Bulletin magazine while still at school. He worked on the Sydney Sun newspaper from 1920 to 1925, and for a while on the Melbourne Punch and Melbourne Herald. He returned to Sydney in 1927 to work on Smith's Weekly, where he stayed until 1939.

In 1939, at the outbreak of the Second World War, Slessor was appointed as an official war correspondent, and spent time with Australian troops in England, Greece, the Middle-East and New Guinea.

At the end of the war he returned to the Sydney Sun as a leader-writer and literary editor until 1957. He then worked for the Daily Telegraph and Sunday Telegraph. During this period (from 1956 - 1961) he was also editor of the literary magazine Southerly.

Kenneth Slessor died in 1971.

Kenneth Slessor's Works:

Poetry Collections

Thief of the Moon 1924

Earth-Visitors 1926

Trio with Harley Matthews and Colin Simpson, 1931

Cuckooz Contrey 1932

Darlinghurst Night and Morning Glories 1932

Five Bells 1939

One Hundred Poems 1944

Backless Betty from Bondi edited by Julian Croft, 1983

The Collected Poems of Kenneth Slessor edited by Dennis Haskell and Geoffrey Dutton, 1994

Prose Collections

Bread and Wine 1970

War Diaries edited by Clement Semmler, 1985

War Dispatches edited by Clement Semmler, 1987

Other Collections

Poetry, Essays, War Despatches, War Diaries, Journalism, Autobiographical Material and Letters of Kenneth Slessor edited by Dennis Haskell, 1991

Edited

Australian Poetry 1945

The Penguin Book of Australian Verse 1958

Biography

Kenneth Slessor, a Biography by Geoffrey Dutton, 1991

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The red globe of light, the liquor green,
the pulsing arrows and the running fire
spilt on the stones, go deeper than a stream;
You find this ugly, I find it lovely

Ghosts' trousers, like the dangle of hung men,
in pawn-shop windows, bumping knee by knee,
but none inside to suffer or condemn;
You find this ugly, I find it lovely.

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