Lisa Bellear Poems
|1.||Ruby Was Never Seen Again 25/9/03||5/1/2012|
|2.||They Named Me King Billy||5/1/2012|
|3.||Poor Pretty Polly||5/1/2012|
|4.||Dear Dja Baby Boori||5/1/2012|
|5.||Conversations (Aka Unfinished Business)||5/1/2012|
|7.||To No One: And Mary Did Time||5/1/2012|
|9.||Beautiful Yuroke Red River Gum||5/1/2012|
Comments about Lisa Bellear
Talk to me about the feminist movement,
the gubba middle class
hetero sexual revolution
way back in the seventies
when men wore tweed jackets with
leather elbows, and the women, well
I don’t remember or maybe I just don’t care
or can’t relate.
Now what were those white women on about?
What type of neurosis was fashionable back then?
So maybe I was only a school kid; and kids, like women,
have got on thing that joins that schemata,
like we’re not worth listening to,
and who wants to liberate women and children
what will happen in an egalitarian ...