States of Poetry NSW poems

In this episode of Australian Book Review's States of Poetry podcast, Susie Anderson introduces her anthology and reads her poem 'small town apocalypse' which features in the 2016 NSW anthology.

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In this episode of Australian Book Review's States of Poetry podcast, Susie Anderson reads her poem 'time conquers all' which features in the 2016 NSW anthology.

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In this episode of Australian Book Review's States of Poetry podcast, Susie Anderson reads her poem 'the bus' which features in the 2016 NSW anthology.

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In this episode of Australian Book Review's States of Poetry podcast, Susie Anderson reads her poem 'minimum spend' which features in the 2016 NSW anthology.

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In this episode of Australian Book Review's States of Poetry podcast, Susie Anderson reads her poem 'egress' which features in the 2016 NSW anthology.

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States of Poetry - New South Wales | 'egress' by Susie Anderson

Susie Anderson
Monday, 22 February 2016

someone is leaving a plane and feeling the city wrap around them again. the atmosphere, it is always heavy around here. what that means is that it's humid. within the person there is an internal battle, then there is a decision, then there is action. while the consequences of the action play out, crickets play and not even in the background. the sound rises and all of a sudden it feels like the ...

I love the whole world
          she said,
  without sounding
   corporate

           (Agnes Martin
                          said it) ...

at the patisserie the waitresses speak in French to each other while they slowly put in your coffee order. they do not seem rushed and their dialogue makes the experience seem authentic. I did not have cash and asked if they had a minimum on card. it was $10 and I had to add a chocolate truffle to my order to meet the price. I laughed to deflect attention from getting chocolate in the morning a ...

she used to walk out to the road at the end of town, put her arms and legs up to the sky and stretch out to reach all of the stars. the next summer it seemed like she would never have the chance to do it again, because of the locusts. everywhere in the town there were dead locusts covering the roads. locusts met their deaths on windscreens of cars and meshed inextricably into the grates of the ...

I am always on the edge of being careless. if I am leaving a table at a bar, for example, people always remind me to pick up my phone or my wallet as opposed to forgetting it. it is kind that people care to remind me. leaving the bus I didn't have enough time to do my checklist, which involves locating important items like my Opal card, wallet and phone. after I got off I knew I didn't have my ...

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