Biography of David Brooks
David Gordon Brooks is an Australian author.
He graduated from the Australian National University in 1974. He married Alison Summers in 1975. Brooks and Summers then studied abroad and received their M.A. degrees from the University of Toronto. Brooks completed his Ph.D from the University of Toronto after returning to Australia in 1981 while teaching at the Royal Military College, Duntroon located in Canberra. In 1982 he began teaching at the University of Western Australia in Perth, where he met the poet Nicolette Stasko, who became his partner for the next twenty years. In 1986 he returned to the Australian National University as a lecturer, a post he held for the next four years. Brooks currently is an associate professor of Australian Literature at the University of Sydney. He married the Slovenian translator and photographer Teja Pribac in 2005.
He is a co-editor, along with Elizabeth McMahon, for Southerly, Australia's oldest literary magazine.
His novel, The Fern Tattoo, was shortlisted for the 2008 Miles Franklin Award.
He is a vegan.
David Brooks's Works:
The House of Balthus. Allen and Unwin, 1995.
The Fern Tattoo. University of Queensland Press, 2007.
The Umbrella Club. University of Queensland Press, 2009.
The Cold Front. Sydney: Hale & Iremonger, 1983.
Walking to Point Clear. Blackheath: Brandl & Schlesinger, 2005.
Urban Elegies. Sydney: Island Press (Australia), 2007.
The Balcony. University of Queensland Press, 2008.
The Book of Sei and Other Stories. Sydney: Hale & Iremonger, 1985. The Book of Sei. London: Faber & Faber, 1987.
Sheep and the Diva. Melbourne: McPhee Gribble, 1990.
Black Sheep. Sydney: Allen & Unwin, 1997.
The Necessary Jungle: Literature and Excess. Melbourne: McPhee Gribble, 1990.
De/scription. Sydney: Vagabond Press, 2000.
The Sons of Clovis: Ern Malley, Adoré Floupette and a Secret History of Australian Poetry, Brisbane: University of Queensland Press, 2011.
With Brenda Walker Poetry and Gender. St. Lucia: University of Queensland Press, 1989.
A. D. Hope: Selected Poems. Sydney: HarperCollins/A&R, 1991.
Suddenly Evening: Selected Poems of R.F. Brissenden. Melbourne: McPhee Gribble, 1991.
The Double Looking Glass: New and Classic Essays on the Poetry of A. D. Hope. St Lucia: University of Queensland Press, 2000.
Selected Poetry and Prose of A. D. Hope. Sydney: Halstead Press, 2000.
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David Brooks Poems
I dreamt I was a tree covered with strange fruit. Well, no, I lie: there was no dream,
My father spent most of his adult life working for the Commonwealth Public Service, shunting files from one end of his long desk to the other. When he died he left half-written
Early on the way to a meeting at Batemans I glimpse a lyrebird on the edge of the Mt Agony road
Leaving the town in the mountains after seven years’ exile from his native province the old poet meets a woman one third his age, the most beautiful he has ever seen in this place.
To cut a mango one takes a sharp, pointed knife and slices lengthwise
Barnyard Revelation Poem
A academic poetician friend while discussing my rural adventures tells me that he hopes I won’t fall victim
<i>for Richard Exner</i> Mind dwells on apocalypse
The Barn Owl
In late summer I feel the chill again the first marauding from the high plateau
The Cold Front
It was coming the cold front and the complex weather
On the pond path by Campbell’s amidst the wheel-ruts and the fallen leaves a gap nothing fills
The Dark Trees
Leave your house, rise from the table where the candles have guttered and a blue light
I dream of myself asleep upon a hillside, those huge black bees – cmrlje – emerging from the
I Straight from the airport and already, in two days, she has taken my virginity in more ways
At Moody’s, the Wharf Hotel, in the last small village on the Head, a man is reading poetry aloud. Until last night, until he said
When I look back
over the past few years
and think that almost every day
has had its own new worry
or some unexpected version of the old
I’d like to think
that the years ahead will be different
and that we will not sit at the end of the next
or of some year after that