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BOOK LAUNCH 23rd MARCH 2009

Glen Phillips


Emails:

gphillips@gengo.com.au

g.phillips@ecu.edu.au

Website:

http://www.geocities.com/glen_r_e_phillips/

PROFILE: Glen Phillips


Born in Western Australia in 1936, in the remote gold-mining town of Southern Cross, Glen Phillips was brought up mainly in outback wheatbelt areas where he developed not only a strong identification with the Australian landscape but an early love of Australian literature.


Glen’s poetry has won prizes and appeared in more than 50 American, British, Italian, Thai, Singaporean, Chinese, Korean, Indian and Australian journals and/or anthologies. His poetry collections include Intersections, (Perth, 1972), Umbria-Australia, Green and Gold, (Perugia, Italy 1986, with Walter Cerquetti), Poetry in Motion (Perth, 1988 with three other WA poets who had formed in 1985 the well-known "Poetry in Motion" performance group), Sacrificing the Leaves (Bangkok, 1988), Lovesongs, Lovescenes (Perth, 1991), Spring Burning (Perth, 1999) and Singing Granites (Salcombe, UK, 2008, with Anne Born). Copies of Spring Burning, Lovesongs, Lovescenes and Singing Granites are available from the author ($20, $15 and $30 respectively) by email: gphillips@gengo.com.au and g.phillips@ecu.edu.au.

 

His poetry has been featured on national radio and television. Glen’s short stories also have been published in Australia and overseas. He is working on several novels and other projects. He has joint-edited many anthologies of poetry, prose and essays of Western Australian authors and judged many literary competitions for writers’ organizations.


Glen Phillips
is a West Australian writer and is an adjunct Associate Professor of English at Edith Cowan University, Perth and Director of the University’s International Centre for Landscape and Language.



I SAW AN ECHIDNA

Once in wheatbelt bushland all alone
an echidna hid its head from me.
It crawled into a fallen hollow limb
from a whitegum on the woodland floor

and left its prickled back to face my
expected attack. Or whatever I’d do.
And you also? Did you have the thought
I might come crashing through your woods

when you’ve been busy day and night
working your heart out for your family?
Checked in my stride, I sense you seek
to hide your face from my reality.

I touch the sharp spines you raise
as you draw back. This whole landscape
makes you feel lonely perhaps. But I
am the intruder, foreigner in sacred place.

Should just think myself lucky, mate,
I was privileged to share your space

Glen Phillips,  © January, 2009







The photo that inspired the title poem for the book "Spring Burning" (left)