What I’ve been writing
It is half-past two, and I am watching the birds again. They are dancing around the birdfeeder again: sparrows, starlings, blackbirds, robins. At home, the magpies would come and scare the rest off, the Australian ones, their call so perfectly described by poet Denis Glover. Here, however, a little closer to the bustling city centre,…
Recent Reads
The last time I ranked books I had recently read was back in February, and since then, I have been on something of a literary rollercoaster, and so I want to talk about the seven books I have read since then. Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen Unfortunately, I was in a bad mood the entire…
I thought we had escaped the Rupi Kaur asylum
I am livid, and I want to share some notes on modern poetry, the relatability epidemic, and why everyone who has nothing to say has to publish a second-rate memoir. Reading Joan Didion’s Slouching Towards Bethlehem has instilled in me a newfound appreciation for non-fiction and the long-lost art of the essay collection. Didon’s clarity…
Bleys Robertson 