About Poety Matters

Poetry Matters is a home-grown print poetry journal that began in Spring 2006.

Censorship can take many forms. The inability to find a place of publication can be social censorship.


Poetry is freedom. Anyone can write poetry.


Nevertheless, it takes a lot of work to create the poetry that reaches the places only poetry knows.


Whoever you are, wherever you are,
Poetry Matters welcomes you as readers and writers.

Contact me about submissions and subscriptions: poetry.clh@gmail.com

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Ben Okri, "A Time For New Dreams"

"Heaven knows we need poetry now more than ever. We need the awkward truth of poetry. We need its indirect insistence on the magic of listening
     In a world of contending guns, the argument of bombs, and the madness of believing that only our side, our religion, our politics is right, a world fatally inclined towards war - we need the voice that speaks to the highest in us.
     We need the voice that speaks to our joys, our childhoods, and to the Gordian knots of our private and national condition. A voice that speaks to our doubts, our fears, and to all the unsuspected dimensions that make us both human and beings touched by the whisperings of the stars."

Ben Okri, 2011, A time for new dreams, Rider,UK.

http://www.abc.net.au/radionational/programs/booksandarts/sydney-writers27-festival3a-ben-okri/6969938 
 

Monday, 12 December 2016

George Orwell

"The English language becomes ugly and inaccurate because our thoughts are foolish, but the slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts." If such bad habits could be overcome then we "can think more clearly, and to think clearly is a necessary first step towards political regeneration."
George Orwell, Essays
2000 edition, Penguin 

Saturday, 1 October 2016

Work, work, work

"The painter Edgar Degas, though best known for his beautiful Impressionist paintings of dancers, toyed briefly with poetry. As a brilliant and creative mind, the potential for great poems was all there - he could see beauty, he could find inspiration. Yet there are no great Degas poems. There is one famous conversation that might explain why. One day, Degas complained to his friend, the poet Stéphane Mallarmé, about his trouble writing. 'I can't manage to say what I want, and yet I'm full of ideas.' Mallarmé's response cuts to the bone. 'It's not with ideas, my dear Degas, that one makes verse. It's with words.'
     Or rather, with work
     The distinction between a professional and a dilettante occurs right there - when you accept that having an idea is not enough; that you must work until you are able to recreate your experience effectively in words on the page. As the philosopher and writer Paul Valéry explained in 1938, 'A poet's function ... is not to experience the poetic state: that is a private affair. His function is to create it in others.' That is, his job is to produce work." 
Ryan Holiday, 2016, Ego is the enemy, Profile Books, London.