#fiona wright

[victusinveritas]

[left-handlibrary]

Life's a bit of a mess, but at least I'm loving the books I'm reading. Please read Fiona Wright. Essays, poetry, criticism. Anything.

[left-handlibrary]

Domestic Interior by Fiona Wright (2017)

There is something so touching in Wright’s words. I had to read some (many) of these poems out loud to myself for the pure pleasure of the sounds, the phrases. These poems are anxiety, vulnerability, strength and curiosity. They are found in hospital rooms, old houses, cafes and other people’s conversations. Some of the poems may have gone over my head, but none of that is a bother when words fit so beautifully together.

I’ll be on to her first collection of essays in a flash as I’ve read the second and am hungry for more.

[violettesiren]

I am ankle-deep in leaves and though the days burn bright the fast-falling evening has a bite now: I watch a small child pointing with blunt fingers (yours are moon-like, soft, nails longer and lovelier than mine) at the desiccating leaves along the footpath, more rubbish! she cries, more rubbish! more rubbish! and I walk home past three damp-cornered houses in which I used to live: autumn is soft and slow and spacious. I think of how I curled away from my cold feet hooked behind your knees, each finger in between yours. I still fear that there’s a hollowness within me. For a moment on the freeway the next morning, a huge crow hovers in the middle of my windscreen. They too are smarter then they need to be, and I wonder if they feel it like I feel it, wing-dark and sinking. There’s a crack in the skin of things, the dry air.

Autumn poem by Fiona Wright

[katiejay]

"Every time I hear the words new normal I feel a recoil, swift and small and deep within my belly. I hate how normal we find the idea of normal, how many other narratives and experiences and people it excludes and elides and diminishes. I hate how often it’s assumed that normal is something we only ever choose not to be, rather than something that rejects us regardless of whether or not (and consciously or not) we try to mould ourselves to fit. And I hated, at the beginning of the pandemic, how each time I heard the phrase the only thing that I could think was this:

For me, new normal is old news."

Fiona Wright, On Being A Precedent, Sydney Review of Books

[left-handlibrary]

[mulberryroad]

Rita Felski argues that our modern, global world has developed a ‘vocabulary of anti-home’, which privileges restlessness over rootedness, the transcendent over the immanent, and it means that we are conditioned to see standing still only as stasis, a kind of living death. But standing still, or moving in repeated tiny orbits, this is how we connect with, and cope with, the much more ordinary existence that really is the stuff of so much of our lives; and our habits are how we attend to it, pattern over it and shape it – unspectacularly, perhaps, but beautifully gently, and in a continual and immanent present.

Fiona Wright, A Regular Choreography. Sydney Review of Books

[cumbriacrack]

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