Michael Brennan Poems
- Revelation The world was already the world and we were ...
- Postcards The old man fumbles with his keys, The waiter ...
- Ellipses Stained glass on a winter’s day. I read your diary ...
- Letter Home (Ii) On a street in Tenerife she finds a photo A...
- Letter Home These are strange lands I barely understand. We ...
- Grace When we get back from here, tell me how it was, the ...
- The Saved We were always mucking about with the ...
Michael Brennan, born in Sydney in 1973, is an Australian poet based in Tokyo.
His first volume of poetry, The Imageless World, won the Mary Gilmore Award. According to critic David McCooey, together with Unanimous Night it forms "the first parts of a triptych", and both books exhibit a "...complex and stylish interplay between opposing categories: light and dark; presence and absence; prose and poetry..." McCooey notes that "[t]he poetry is both brilliantly imagistic and pared back, both worldly and almost mystical in its concerns. In both books we find similar interests and motifs: hunger, darkness, eroticism, the earth and the sky..."
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The world was already the world
and we were looking for ourselves.
Like something mispronounced
we kept repeating our names,
each syllable a slice of concrete
we tied to our feet for security.
In those days, there were stories,
an uncle ascending into cirrus,
an aunt who never surfaced again,
we dreamt of the long narrow road,
the precision of a snowflake falling,
the wrong turn that always got us there.
In the end we went out beyond the scrub,
to the free-to-air stations, thinking about
sophisticated things, branch stacking