Showing posts with label Melbourne Poets Union. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Melbourne Poets Union. Show all posts

31.8.26

Having an Effect


Once upon a time, long long ago in the early 1980s the Melbourne Branch of the Poets Union of Australia began an initiative soon followed by all the other branches. In an era where editors of literary magazines sometimes took months or even years to respond to a submission, which we regarded as contemptuous and improper, Australian poets began accompanying submissions with a note: I reserve the right to submit this elsewhere without further notice if there is no response within three months. When editors started receiving a lot of these, they took notice! This was revolutionary at the time. 


I was one of a few friends who had a private discussion to arrive at this idea, which we then put to the Melbourne Branch, which took it up forthwith and enrolled the other branches. (If recollection serves, others were Lyndon Walker, Kristin Henry, Stephen J Williams, and possibly Cliff Smyth.)


Well, that’s old history now. The Poets Union of Australia couldn’t continue as a union for poets; it lacked the right criteria to legally exist. Those State branches which continued did so as societies instead.


Fast forward to today, and I read something on Substack (by an English poet, I think) about deciding to leave a poem with a magazine ‘beyond the standard three months’ as an experiment to see how long it took them. (Answer: a year.) 


Well that was all very interesting, but what made me chortle with glee was the discovery that it is now STANDARD, and apparently unremarkable, for poets – and not only poets within Australia – to withdraw submissions that receive no response in three months.


I have not lived in vain.



21.11.22

Breaking Into Pentridge – my memoir about poetry workshops in prison


(workshops conducted on behalf of what was then the Melbourne Branch of the Poets Union of Australia).


Photo © David A Nissen 2022




It's taken me 40 years to feel able to write about a brief but life-changing experience: running poetry workshops in Pentridge Prison, Melbourne, which no longer exists as a prison – having closed in 1997 and gradually being repurposed – but which, during its long life, was always notorious.


Once I finally began to write this story, it poured out!


It took me three months to get down the first draft, and it’s been three more of editing, tweaking, and seeking opinions from a small, trusted group of other writers, including some who were very much involved in those workshops too.


It involved mentally re-living an experience which, at the time, was both traumatic and transformative. This process has been painful but also cathartic. And sometimes the memories were warming. Those were times not only of grimness and tragedy, but also of much fun and affection.


I’m now doing what is hopefully a final (structural) edit before embarking on the journey to publication.


The above photo, which I’m using on the cover page of my working draft, was kindly taken for me by my son David, as I no longer live in Melbourne.