Joel Deane

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2010-02-10T22:52:00.000+11:00

New novel, new website

This blog will be going quiet for a while.

The reason for this hiatus is that, with my new novel, The Norseman's Song, coming out in March, I've launched a new website -- www.joeldeane.com

That site also has a new blog, The Norseman's Blog, which I'll be updating regularly.

You can also follow me on Twitter and Facebook.

I'll be keeping an eye on this site, though, and can be contacted via email.

2010-01-27T13:10:00.002+11:00

2010-01-07T00:10:00.004+11:00

The next thing

Now that my poetry collection, Magisterium, has run its race with all the prizes and reviews, I'm working on getting a new book out for 2010.

This new book is a novel. It's title is The Norseman's Song. In Melbourne, The Age newspaper has been nice enough to flag it as a "promising" book for the year ahead (whatever that means).

2009-12-31T15:11:00.004+11:00

Didn't win the Melbourne Prize for Literature -- Nam Le did for The Boat (a very cool collection of short stories) -- but I did get this video that they showed at Federation Square...

2009-09-16T20:02:00.003+10:00

Melbourne Prize for Literature

Magisterium, my second collection of poetry, has been named as a finalist in the 2009 Melbourne Prize for Literature's Best New Writing category.

It's a unique award, run ever three years and open to just about every literary form, from poetry to fiction to non-fiction to theater. The only criteria is that award has to be 'for a piece of published or produced work of outstanding clarity, originality and creativity by a Victorian writer, 40 years or under.'

The range of work represented by the other finalists is very broad. Those finalists are:

Tom Cho - Look Who’s Morphing
Lisa Gorton - Press Release
Chloe Hooper - The Tall Man
Simmone Howell - Everything Beautiful
Myfanwy Jones - The Rainy Season
Lally Katz – Goodbye Vaudeville Charlie Mudd
Nam Le - The Boat
Amra Pajalic - The Good Daughter
Jeff Sparrow – Killing

It's great to be in such good company.

2009-07-28T11:04:00.002+10:00

Poetry reading: Westword Poetry

I'm the feature reader at the next Westword Poetry, on Sunday, August 9, from 4.30pm.

Westword is held at the Dancing Dog Cafe, 42 Albert Street, Footscray.

I'll be reading mostly from my second collection of poetry, Magisterium.

2009-07-27T16:55:00.010+10:00

'Tuk-tuk' reviewed

Stylus magazine has published an interesting review of The Best Australian Poems 2008. What's interesting is that the reviewer, Simon Patton, takes a critical stance. He spends most of the review pointing out what he doesn't like about Australian poetry. Call me perverse, but I enjoyed the read, which included this dissection of my poem, 'Tuk-tuk':

"'Tuk-tuk' is frustrating: it blends textures in a deliberately incongruous way, and yet incongruity is a part of what the poem seeks to tackle, the mismatch between mass-produced music, mass-produced images and tawdry reality:

San Francisco, O San Francisco
I can no longer - could I ever - dream you in dreams that smoulder
Like a deserted desert street after the explosion.
So, San Francisco, so I Google you unfiltered,
Scroll down the dimpled thumbnails of amateur porn;
Each coupling couple coupling tediously towards dawn
While I lie, an actor on the queen-sized stage,
And yawn.
[...]
I tuk-tuked to a stop and stared back at a pair of immortal eyes
Staring into the mirror of my servo sunnies
Out of the mask of a model face
That could appear flawless if its humanity was blown up,
Out of all proportion,
Billboard size,
To cover the slab side of some piece of concrete brutalism –
Selling the product, the promise, the lie
Of immortal youth.

"San Francisco the dream is brought at once into abrupt contact with Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory Site 300, a place where testing of nuclear material takes place. The degradation continues with the description of 'dimpled thumbnails of amateur porn', the word 'dimple' suggesting a vulnerable human quality alongside the harsh, trivial 'thumbnails'.
"The degradation of the sexual act is enacted in the repetitiveness of 'Each coupling couple coupling tediously'. The poem plays artfully with the tension between contemporary references and conventional end-rhyme: 'porn' chimes discordantly with the poetic word 'dawn', while the two resolve in the final 'yawn'.
"Later in the poem, the same tension continues: 'eyes' rhymes with 'sunnies'. The punning on 'was blown up' is perhaps a little obvious, but its use helps to underscore the links suggested in the text between consumerism and the threat of destruction. Desire is suggested in the expression 'immortal eyes', but such desire is at once threatened by mechanical reproduction – Staring into the mirror of my servo sunnies / Out of the mask of a model face – at once narcissistic and 'masked' (that is, that face both conceals and falsifies in some fundamental sense what it projects)."

Read the full review.

Read all of 'Tuk-Tuk' at Jacket magazine.

2009-06-10T12:40:00.002+10:00

Eighteen Challenges in Contemporary Literature

Sci-fi writer Bruce Sterling has some interesting thoughts on literature and technology on Wired, some of which I agree with, some of which betray his prejudices (ie. "18. The Gothic fate of poor slain Poetry is the specter at this dwindling feast." Excuse me?). Well worth a look.

Read the article.

2009-06-07T22:05:00.004+10:00

Should Australia have a poet laureate?

The Age published a piece by Fiona Gruber on the topic on Saturday, June 6. Personally, I'm all for anything that gets poetry into the public.

"Should Australia have a poet laureate? Is it good for poetry, for the poet chosen, for the public? It's seen by some as a symbol of queasy nationalism and parochial pride, by others as a useful way of promoting poetry, an ambassadorship of verse." Read the full article.

2009-05-18T17:05:00.002+10:00

Cordite review of Magisterium

"Magisterium is the second collection by Joel Deane, following on from his debut collection Subterranean Radio Songs and his debut novel Another. In an interview with Cordite in 2006, when asked about the interplay between his work as speechwriter for the Premier of Victoria and his other life as a poet, Deane cited American poet Eleanor Wilner, who said of poets that, “We need to take back the rhetorical high ground from the politicians who degrade it”. Deane went on express the hope that the poems contained in his next book might approach “the kind of apocalyptic public language” hinted at by Wilner. Such ambitions can sound a little lofty, but Magisterium would seem to be a successful achievement of that goal." - Adam Ford, Cordite

Read the full review

2009-05-15T15:33:00.000+10:00

2009-05-11T17:12:00.002+10:00

Poetry Workshop

I'll be taking a poetry workshop at the Australian Poetry Centre on Sunday, May 24.

The workshop, "Poetry and Politics", runs from 1pm until 3pm. I'll also be a featured reader at a poetry salon afterwards, from 4pm to 5.30pm, with Lisa Gorton and David Reiter.

For more information go to the APC website.

2009-05-04T21:40:00.000+10:00

2009-05-04T17:04:00.003+10:00

Poetry Salon at Australian Poetry Centre

I'll be a featured reader at APC's next poetry salon, on Sunday, May 24, from 4pm to 5.30pm.

I'll be reading from my two poetry collections, Subterranean Radio Songs (Interactive Press) and Magisterium (Australian Scholarly Publishing). I also intend to read "Bushfire Elegy", the poem I was commissioned to write for the National Day of Mourning after the Black Saturday fires.

The other featured reader will be the poet-publisher David Reiter, who published Subterranean Radio Songs.

Go here for the Australian Poetry Centre.

2009-03-31T20:07:00.002+11:00

Review of Magisterium

"Magisterium is an intricate collection. There is a subtlety to this poetry that defies any crude attempt to label it ‘political’, while politics remains a deep and orienting awareness in all of Deane’s verse. ...

"This volume, as with his last, is haunted by Deane’s children lost in childbirth, yet one of its last poems, dedicated to his daughter allows a note of healing, however difficult: ‘When, in that perfect moment, I first hold you, / and golden light refracts the lens / of this obsidian heart.’ Obsidian or not, it is clear that there is a fierce, real heart driving Deane’s poetry and like [Judith] Wright’s, it attempts to span this whole country. He is also a poet who cares about how Australia is represented in poetry. ‘Duyken 1606’, which traces the landing of the Dutch East India ship on Cape York Peninsula, is possibly one of our best poems about the first foreign encounters with this continent, written with a courageous sparseness that reveals yet another dimension of this fascinating poet."

- Natalie Owen-Jones, Stylus Poetry Journal

Read the full review.

2009-03-31T19:55:00.003+11:00

Review of £10 Poems

'This latest collection has a dark tone. Deane’s world is one in which he is witness to the despairs and joys which is life. Provocation, not subtlety, is the writer’s special effect. He demonstrates this in two poems: “Sea Lake” and “Prehistoric”. “Sea Lake” plays on the anxieties we feel in the age of global warming: “This land / is a drowning land. // Red chalk earth / stirred by // a desert northerly, / choking you,” while “Prehistoric” has the flavor of a cautionary tale:

I dreamt
I died
and,
in the compression,
became a seam
of brown coal

'These sentiments mess with a reader’s head. It is the compression and the feeling of being buried alive that both repel and attract us, and around which the poet navigates his thoughts. ...

'Sweet, sour, comic, cosmic, Deane’s wisdom lies in its fidelity: to the fox that strikes suddenly, and to the lamb that escapes to the “stolen field.” Deane bears witness, and we relish the confirmation of his testimony.'

- Patricia Prime, Stylus Poetry Journal

Read the full review.

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2008-12-11T12:13:00.004+11:00

Blog review of Another

Nice to see people are still reading my first novel. (The new one, by the way, is finished and looking for a publisher.)

"This is a sour, sometimes shocking book. One scene, in which Toby breaks into a house to find a baby left alone for hours in a crib, is particularly moving. Toby bludgeons a service station attendant half to death for $45, and later remembers how good it felt to wreak violence on another person. This is harsh, unapologetic, and grim. I suspect that people who aren’t as addicted to tales of destruction and dissolution as I am might find it difficult to enjoy reading this. But enjoy it I did. ...

"And yet a sensitive reading of Another can’t but notice Deane’s cool rejection of much of the material here. It is a subtle art to write so candidly about such horrific matters, without anything but the merest hint of authorial disapproval, and expect the reader to interpret the novel ‘correctly’. (If I am interpreting it correctly.) But here I found Another to be a success. This is literature without needing to be Literature. I respect Deane for being able to write as clearly and as candidly as he does." -- Guy Salvidge
Read the full review here.

2008-12-01T11:26:00.004+11:00

Best Australian Poems 2008
Peter Rose (ed) hosts the launch of The Best Australian Poems 2008 (Black Inc.) at Readings in Melbourne. He introduces several contributors to read from their work in the anthology: Chris Wallace-Crabbe, Joel Deane, Lisa Gorton, Nguyen Tien Hoang and Maria Takolander.

2008-11-20T17:19:00.000+11:00

Michael Gurr's speech to launch Magisterium

When Joel asked me along to welcome his new book tonight, I’d already heard one of the poems in it.

It’s a poem called “Hansard” and he read it during a speech he gave at a seminar for public servants. They’d been given a day off from their various departments to come along and do a bit of what’s known as ‘professional development’.

Now this group was expecting solid, practical tips on speechwriting. That’s why the Premier’s speechwriter had been asked along.

They were ready for the Five Rules of Successful Speeches.

They were ready for the PowerPoint presentation.

They got a poem.

I was sitting on one side – and half watching the audience during Joel’s speech. Watching – while they didn’t quite get what they were expecting.

They were sitting there – dutifully along for their professional development seminar – with their pens hovering over their notebooks. And an interesting sequence of things happened when Joel got to the poem.

First, there was a little of puzzlement and irritation. Why’s this bloke reading us a poem?

It was as if the waiter had brought something to their table that they hadn’t actually ordered. I mean: What’s this doing here? Nobody ordered poetry.

But then – because the poem starts out funny – they started to enjoy it.

Still not quite sure, but going along with it. Sort of.

And then – because the poem gets serious – well, blistering, really – you could see something else happen to this audience.

I wouldn’t call it thinking. I’d call it absorbing. It was like watching the pores of peoples’ skin open up a little bit and watching something sink in.

It’s how good poetry works on you. Not through a series of logical arguments through the brain. But through sensation.

People always compare poetry to music – and they do that for a good reason.

It works on your nerve-endings – or it squeezes parts of you that other kinds of writing doesn’t. At its best, poetry is like having someone name and describe your middle-of-the-night thoughts. Or your walking-down-the-street thoughts.

The things that have the fierceness of argument in them, but don’t have argument’s structure.

There is a lot of the middle-of-the-night and a lot of walking-down-the-street in this book. The middle-of-the-night is everything personal. The walking-down-the-street is everything public and political. The best of this book is when you can’t tell the difference between the two.

This book is also full of lines that had me calling out to the person in the other room: Hey – listen to this.

At one point I phoned a friend and said: You know that thing you were trying to describe the other day? Here’s the gospel on it.

The man in this book has a yearning in him, I reckon – a longing. There is anger too – for a world that refuses to be put to rights. But also the particular resigned tenderness of someone who wouldn’t be anywhere else.

It’s a voice I know from down the other end of the phone. Calling Joel during the last state election campaign: How’s it going in there, Joel?

The answer comes back in a sigh so deep it nearly blows you over: Oh, you know.

But then, out of the sigh, an immediate determination to get good Labor ideas into the centre of public life.

A wrestle with a phrase. Gnawing on a bit of policy. Putting life on the bones of those dry departmental drafts.

The speechwriter is the most paradoxical position in a politician’s office. Because you’re simultaneously naked and invisible. Wrap your head around that.

I don’t see a big disconnect between Joel’s work as a speechwriter and his work as a poet. Just like that theatre full of public servants found out a couple of months ago – clarity and heart will carry an idea a long way down the messy river.

It’s also very physical writing. You don’t feel most of Joel’s stuff through your head – you feel it through your body.

Writers always envy musicians and painters for the direct connections they can make. Poetry is the closest we can get.

My favourite playwright in the world is the American Wallace Shawn. His plays don’t get performed much – they’re difficult and very confronting.

Wally Shawn says he loves the poets. He loves them because they don’t much care about how many people read them. He says that this gives the poets a wonderful freedom.

Playwrights fret about numbers in the audience. Novelists fret about their sales. But the poets are somehow wonderfully free.

There’s a sort of comforting melancholy in that idea that might be partly bullshit, but I’m happy to hold to it.

That isn’t meant to be pre-emptory consolation for sales figures – just that I think Wally Shawn might be right: that the poets put their stress into where it matters – the work.

Let me tell you what I felt when I read this book.

Three things.

Someone who’s really in charge of his language.

Someone who knows how to throw a rope between the emotional and the political.

And someone who knows how to mess up your mind.

You can’t ask much more from a book of poems.

Let’s wish Joel’s book well.

June 25, 2008. Collected Works Bookstore.

2008-10-30T13:14:00.000+11:00

5.

Inside
my mother’s
car

outside
your parents’
place:

your darkness
swallowed
your face.

This is a poem taken from my new chapbook, £10 poems (Picaro Press).

2008-10-24T09:24:00.000+11:00

New poetry chapbook

Picaro Press has just brought out £10 poems -- a chapbook of my work that's kind of the poetic equivalent of a collection of B-sides and rarities. £10 poems is an assortment of poems, both new and very old, that didn't make it into my first two collections, Subterranean Radio Songs and Magisterium. There's 38 poems in the chapbook and it's available from the publisher for $5.

If you're after a copy of any of my books, be they poetry or fiction, and you can't find them, drop me an email at joeldeane [at] hotmail [dot] com and I'll get you sorted.

2008-10-17T11:49:00.000+11:00

Art for Humanity: Dialogue Among Civilisations

I've been asked to contribute to an exciting international art/poetry project run out of South Africa by Art for Humanity.

The project, 'Dialogue Among Civilisations', is all about the "a need for us all to be able to live in harmony without xenophobic attacks on refugees".

I'm collaborating with the American-Australian artist, William Kelly, and thoroughly enjoying the process. Can't wait to see the final work, which will be launched in South Africa in 2010.

2008-09-25T11:35:00.000+10:00

The Compulsive Reader radio show

Karen Knight, a very talented Tasmanian poet, and I were interviewed today on Magdelana Ball's web radio show.

If you'd like to check it out, follow the link.

2008-09-23T09:49:00.000+10:00

Feature reading at Passionate Tongues, Brunswick Hotel. June 16, 2008.

Picture: Michael Reynolds.

2008-09-22T09:29:00.000+10:00

Feature reading at the Dan O'Connell Hotel. August 30, 2008.

Pictures by Michael Reynolds.

2008-09-17T20:18:00.000+10:00

Review of Magisterium

The Compulsive Reader has kindly reviewed my new collection of poetry. Here's an excerpt:

"This is a sure-footed and powerful collection which not only points a finger at governmental posturing, and the tragedies that humans create, but also provides a kind of solution and mythology to replace those that have failed us. It isn’t always easy to read, and best read slowly, so the impact of each poem can be allowed to unfold. This is poetry written at the limits of what our language can do; without sacrificing accessibility. It speaks to everyman; as conspirator; perpetrator; and fellow seeker." -- Read the full review.

2008-09-16T15:04:00.000+10:00

Best Australian Poems 2008

One of my poems, 'Tuk-tuk', has been selected for Black Inc.'s Best Australian Poems 2008 anthology. 'Tuk-tuk' was first published last October in Jacket, and included in my second collection of poetry, Magisterium (Australian Scholarly Publishing).

The anthology will be out in November.

2008-09-01T17:10:00.000+10:00

Here's the Stateline story that ran on the ABC on August 29 about Melbourne becoming a UNESCO City of Literature.

2008-08-30T22:37:00.000+10:00

Review: Magisterium

"POETRY'S metre can be soothing, but it can also grab you by the throat: with verbal violence, maybe, but more persuasively with oblique imagery that forces you to follow carefully the lines of the poet's thinking. Deane's latest folio, his second, is darkly attractive, dealing in themes of love, death, displacement and the environment. A politician, a glimpse of beauty, the death of children, Cronulla, a marriage, butchery: Deane shifts his mood and style with the subject matter, but always speaks to the reader, man to man, as it were." -- Miriam Cosic, The Weekend Australian

2008-08-12T18:30:00.000+10:00

Deakin University event with Helen Garner

I was asked to talk to a public seminar about writing for a living in June. I talked about working as a speechwriter and read a few poems.

Helen Garner and Agnes Lindop were the other two speakers.

Here's a brief about the day...

2008-07-28T11:09:00.000+10:00

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Poetry and politics in Joel Deane's Magisterium

Transcript of interview on ABC radio's The Book Show

Ramona Koval: Poets can be chameleon-like creatures who live in multiple worlds, only occasionally revealing their poetic skin. Recently I spoke to the poet Pi O, who leads a life a mild-mannered draughtsman for the Victorian Titles Office by day, with an alternative life as one of our most important experimental super-poets in the rest of the time. Well our next guest, Joel Deane, lives his life alternately as a poet and as a political speechwriter. But somehow, in his latest collection, called Magisterium, these two universes have collided. Writer Michael Gurr has just read Magisterium, and when he spoke to Joel Deane, he suggested that the reason poetry isn't more popular is that it frightens people.

Joel Deane: Yes. It's not a form that people read every day or see every day, and I think that a lot of poets are writing for other poets, rather than for non-poets. And it's been lost to the public to a degree.

Michael Gurr: How did that happen? Is it the way we're introduced to it in school, as a sort of medicine?

Joel Deane: I think so. I hated poetry at school. I was writing poetry and I was at the time in year 12 and I hated poetry and didn't do very well at English Lit as a result.

Michael Gurr: Do you remember your first encounter with poetry?

Joel Deane: I think my first encounter with poetry would have been nursery rhymes, like everybody else. So that was it. But the first real poet that I loved was Emily Dickinson—and Robert Frost—they were the two that really blew me away as a 16-year-old.

Michael Gurr: What was it that caught your attention about Emily Dickinson?

Joel Deane: Just she had this fabulous sense of doom...which is great for a 16-year-old. My first poetry was an imitation of her poetry. A good person to imitate, but I'm not Emily Dickinson, unfortunately.

Michael Gurr: Have you kept those suitcases of adolescent gloom?

Joel Deane: They're under my mum and dad's house and hopefully they'll remain there.

Michael Gurr: Safely buried for later...what about Robert Frost? What was it that caught your attention about Frost?

Joel Deane: I loved North of Boston, which is his second collection of poetry. It's the first collection of poetry I ever read, and it just astonished me. There's just a great wisdom, and he had a sense of sound. It was the first time I was aware of the sound that words make, and they were just perfectly made poems, as far as I could see, and I didn't know how he made them. He was the person that influenced me the most.

Michael Gurr: It strikes me we shouldn't be frightened of it as a form, we're surrounded by it. In song lyrics...

Joel Deane: That's right.

Michael Gurr: ...advertising. It's kind of everywhere. Was it the first kind of writing that you did?

Joel Deane: Yes, it was. And it's the writing that I go back to. And I think that for me, all writing comes from poetry because poetry is all about the sounds that words make when you bang them together; rhythm, rhyme—not necessarily all the time—puns and plays on words, that's what we do. And it's a spoken-word art form originally, so it's everyday speech in a lot of respects.

Michael Gurr: This volume is called Magisterium, tell me what the title means.

Joel Deane: The magisterium comes from my Catholic upbringing. That's the Catholic church's authority to determine spiritual truth. So Magisterium the book is my attempt at seeking spiritual truth, personal truth and political truth.

Michael Gurr: Three in one.

Joel Deane: Pretty much.

Michael Gurr: It's a very personal book, or it seems to be. But to what degree is all poetry a kind of exaggeration?

Joel Deane: I think that the term 'poetic licence' comes in to it. It's not autobiographical but all poetry—it's all lies, in some respects, isn't it, because nothing can be like the reality we're living. What you're writing comes from that, so no, it's not me but it's come from me...

Michael Gurr: A distilled or exaggerated you.

Joel Deane: Oh, yes. It's an amplification of feeling, of form, of a moment in time.

Michael Gurr: Do you have any sense of who your reader is? You mentioned that poets are often writing for other poets, which is just part of the market, I guess. But is there an ideal reader, is there someone you think of when you're writing?

Joel Deane: Probably my ideal reader...my hardest reader would be my wife, Kirsten. But I'm not writing for her, and I don't have a reader in mind, to be honest, I'm just trying to make poems that are as close to that perfection that I found as a teenager with Frost.

Michael Gurr: One of the poems in this book is a reply to a poem by Judith Wright. Tell me how that came about.

Joel Deane: Well, my wife and I...we lost three children through childbirth. One stillborn and two through miscarriage. And I found myself reading that 'Woman to Man' poem by Judith Wright to the exclusion of all else for a couple of weeks. And it just is a poem of enormous power, to me. And in the end I wrote that poem which uses the same rhyme scheme as Judith Wright's poem, in response to her poem. I wasn't planning to or intending to, it just happened, it just came out of almost a meditation on that poem.

Michael Gurr: Is that an unusual thing, or is there a sense of poetry often being in conversation with other poetry?

Joel Deane: I think there is a sense of poems responding to other poems. Poems responding to music, to paintings. It is a conversation. But ultimately the best poetry comes from somewhere within. It's not just some sort of hollow echo. The Judith Wright poem is about a woman waiting to have a baby and she's addressing her partner, the 'Man to Woman' poem is about a man after the loss of a child, addressing his partner. So it came from somewhere.

Michael Gurr: Let's talk a little bit about the political speechwriting. How did you come to be doing that? It's an odd job.

Joel Deane: It is a very odd job. I came to be doing it because of my poetry, funnily enough. I was working as press secretary for Bob Hulls, the attorney-general in Victoria, and in 2004 the premier needed a new speechwriter and my name was mentioned because I had a novel that was coming out and I published a bit of poetry. And they thought well maybe you can write, and Steve Bracks was looking for someone who didn't write, you know, like it came from a software program.

Michael Gurr: You describe yourself as 'very bloody political'. When did the political conviction kick in?

Joel Deane: The political conviction kicked in with Jeff Kennett when I saw what he was doing in the early 90s, but my politics comes from my upbringing. I come from a DLP family, grew up watching Bob Santamaria on the TV and thinking that Gough Whitlam was the antichrist. Obviously my views have changed a lot since then. But I've always been very political. And my poetry and my writing and politics have come together with this job, so I feel very fortunate and privileged to be doing what I'm doing.

Michael Gurr: When we think of political speechwriters, in Australia anyway, the names that jump up are people like Graham Freudenberg, Don Watson, oh, to some extent Bob Ellis; but they're all people on the left. Why do we not have the same sense of speechwriters coming from the right?

Joel Deane: Well there are a couple of others. There's Tony Abbott, Alan Jones...

Michael Gurr: But we don't think of them as primarily speechwriters, we think of them for something else.

Joel Deane: That's true. I think that there is something about the Labor party. The Labor party does have a sense of romance and a literary history that goes side-by-side with some of the power-dressing and bad ties.

Michael Gurr: The pointy-heads and the bleeding-hearts.

Joel Deane: Exactly. The bleeding hearts to paraphrase Watson, yes. And I think that it does seem to attract those sorts of people. And obviously I've read Watson. I've read Freudenberg and Ellis to a lesser degree, and they're all people of note, people of substance.

Michael Gurr: And the left is probably a little bit better at mythologising itself.

Joel Deane: Yes. It's not so busy trying to make a million dollars.

Michael Gurr: Okay. The poetry and the politics come together in this book most explicitly in a poem called 'Hansard'. Before we hear it, can you just tell us where this poem comes from?

Joel Deane: Yes. This poem is a cut-and-paste job. I've never written a poem like it before. I took the maiden speeches of several—now former—federal ministers and decided to write for Hansard using their language.

Michael Gurr: And they're from both sides of politics?

Joel Deane: No, they're not, to be fair, they're from the Alan Jones side of politics, I suppose.

Michael Gurr: Let's hear 'Hansard'.

Joel Deane: [Reads from Australia and Australians. There is no limit ... to ... I, you, we, thank the House for the courtesy it has extended to me.]

Michael Gurr: Is there a speech that you've written that you're particularly happy with, and if there was, what was the occasion?

Joel Deane: That's a very good question. I'm generally not happy with any speech I write. The speech I was most relieved with was the campaign launch for the 2006 state election, because that was the biggest speech I've written, so that was probably considering everything at stake the one I was happiest with. But there's been a lot of other smaller speeches that I've taken a lot of pleasure out of, but that's a big one for me.

Michael Gurr: Is it a completely different room in the mind to what I'll call your 'real' writing, which is the poetry, or do they occasionally intersect?

Joel Deane: They do intersect. The thing that I found is poetry is really important to my speechwriting. I read a lot of poetry and if I'm not reading poetry then my speechwriting suffers. Because the performance aspect of it, the fact that speeches are spoken word, just like poetry, so the sense of rhythm and sound, that comes from poetry. I'm not saying my speeches are poetry, but it's informed by them.

Michael Gurr: Political language of course is very sanitised now because nobody wants to make a misstep, which must be pretty frustrating for a speechwriter. Someone said that you campaign in poetry and—I can't remember who said it—and you govern in prose. Is there truth in that? You've worked from both sides.

Joel Deane: Yes. I think it's a lot more fun for people like me when you're in opposition, to be honest.

Michael Gurr: How come?

Joel Deane: Because there is no prose. It's all poetry.

Michael Gurr: It's a big, blank canvas.

Joel Deane: It is.

Michael Gurr: Do you know many politicians who read much poetry?

Joel Deane: No. No, I don't. My former boss, Rob Hulls, has criticised my poetry. When I had one published in the paper, in The Age, he sort of said to me, 'Mate, mate, mate...it's not rhyming—that's not poetry.' And he sent me a note for the book launch of Magisterium which—actually I've got it here, it says, 'Dear Joel, sorry I can't find time for the poet who can't rhyme. Good luck tonight.'

Michael Gurr: Charming! Would it help if they did read a bit more poetry?

Joel Deane: Yes, I think it would.

Michael Gurr: What would you recommend?

Joel Deane: Magisterium...no, I think I would recommend that they start with some of the best, the annual 'best of' collections and work their way from there. I'd always recommend Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson, obviously. I think Les Murray would be a must.

Michael Gurr: Let's hear another one. And this is a much more personal poem. It's a poem called 'Requiem'. Do you remember when this poem dropped in?

Joel Deane: Yes, this was the first poem that I wrote for the collection, and I wrote it just after the state election in 2006, and it was really when I was dealing with the sense of grief, and I was trying to find a way to not just write about myself. And so this poem informed the rest of the poems that followed.

Michael Gurr: Let's hear it.

Joel Deane: [Reads from Perhaps those archetypes of immortality, the beautiful doomed... to ...that we love this life we are leaving and are unafraid of the next.]

Michael Gurr: 'Unafraid of the next'... it's a kind of prayer, isn't it?

Joel Deane: It is.

Michael Gurr: Is spiritual faith part of where your writing comes from?

Joel Deane: It is, a struggle with spiritual faith, yes, that definitely is where a lot of my writing comes from.

Michael Gurr: What does the struggle involve?

Joel Deane: Trying to work out what I believe. Faith is not a black-and-white thing; it's all very, very grey. And I'm not one of those who's blessed with absolute certainty about anything.

Michael Gurr: The struggle is where the poetry comes from.

Joel Deane: Exactly.

Michael Gurr: The best bits of The Divine Comedy are 'Hell' and 'Purgatory'. Paradise does get a little dull.

Joel Deane: It does. I prefer Hell.

Michael Gurr: What are you working on now?

Joel Deane: I'm just polishing a novel...

Michael Gurr: What's it about?

Joel Deane: It's about death, really. Again. It's a nasty novel. It's about death and violence in mythology and men. It's called 'The Norseman's Song' and it's an imagined history going back to a forebear of mine who jumped ship in Melbourne who was a Norwegian. So I'm imagining what if he was some sort of a wild mass murderer.

Ramona Koval: Can hardly wait for that. Poet and political speechwriter Joel Deane speaking there to writer Michael Gurr. Joel's new collection of poetry called Magisterium is published in Australia by Australian Scholarly Publishing.

Publications
Title: MagisteriumAuthor: Joel Deane

Publisher: Australian Scholarly PublishingISBN 978 1 74097 179 9
Presenter
Michael Gurr
Producer
Michael Shirrefs

2008-07-17T11:40:00.000+10:00

Q&A on political speechwriting

Published in the March 2008 edition of Victorian Writer magazine.

How did you come to be a speechwriter?

That’s one of the two questions I’m most often asked when I tell people I’m a speechwriter. The other question is: Have you ever had to write a speech on a subject you’re opposed to?

Last question first. No, I haven’t had to write a speech that goes against my moral compass. The reason why that’s the case is that I’ve only worked for politicians I have an affinity for; namely, Steve Bracks, John Brumby and Rob Hulls. Generally speaking, we’re standing on the same philosophical ground, which means I can see where they’re coming from on any given issue, I can see why they’ve made the decision they’ve made, and I can always say if I disagree.

The other point to make before I answer your initial question is this: there’s more to speechwriting than sitting your bum down in front of a computer terminal. A speechwriter should not be given a brief and told to go away and write 1,000 words of oratorical landfill. A speechwriter should be engaged in a running conversation with the person they’re writing for – talking about everything from policies to poetry – so that they get on, and remain on, the same wavelength as their speechmaker. If they’re not engaged in that conversation – which is more about listening than talking, by the way – it’s very hard to stay in tune. If you not talking regularly with the person I’m writing for – or watching them deliver speeches – you can lose your feel for them and stop writing in their voice. To put it in the sporting vernacular, if you’re not engaged with the person you’re writing for you lose your form – and the ball just doesn’t come off the bat sweetly.

But, back to your question, I became a speechwriter almost by accident. Back in 2004, the former Premier, Steve Bracks, was looking for a new senior speechwriter and my name came up as a candidate because I’d written a novel and published some poetry. At the time I was working in job that, temperamentally, was the polar opposite to speechwriting: press secretary. Press secing is helter skelter – mobile phone ringing around the clock, running from here to there; action, action, action – whereas speechwriting is much more ponderous – read a bit, scratch a few notes, walk to the library, read a bit more, buy a coffee, go back to the office and check the email; type, type, type. The only thing that made them think of me as a potential fit for the speechwriting gig was my extracurricular writing, otherwise I’d probably still be press secing.

In the end, I had an interview, wrote a speech as a try out, and was duly hired. I was lucky that I clicked with Steve from day one as his speechwriter.

Is it more than ‘just a day job’ for you? Why do you do it?

Politics, like writing poetry and fiction, is more a way of life than a job. The reason I work as a political speechwriter is that I believe in the notion of not just representative democracy, but participatory democracy; that the more actively involved a community is in the political process the better off it will be socially, economically and environmentally. In short, I want to make a contribution, and, given my skills, speechwriting is the best way I can make that contribution.

On the subject of politics, some people seem to think it’s a bad thing if politicians disagree or argue – I find that thinking wrongheaded. The bottom line is that, if a community is democratic, there are battles that need to be fought by each and every generation – battles over discrimination and inequality, battles over poverty and prosperity, battles over development and the environment, and battles over ignorance and injustice. I believe the best way I can lend a hand right now is by working in politics as a speechwriter. Sounds corny, but it’s the truth.

Who have you written speeches for? Who are you now writing for?

I’ve written lots of speeches for a lot of people, but the main two have been Steve Bracks and John Brumby.

Do you get to hear the speeches you write?

One of the most important parts of the job is seeing the speeches delivered. After all, the written draft of the speech is not the speech, is it? It’s just the words. Those words only become a speech when they’re articulated. That’s the trouble with all the collections of great speeches that are kicking around: they are the speaking notes, not the real thing. What makes a speech successful is its delivery. Was the speaker confident? Did they sound like themselves? Did they connect with the audience? These are questions that can only be answered if you’re in the room when it’s delivered. As Rob Hulls once told me, “It’s all in the delivery”.

How do you feel about handing over your words for someone else to speak in public i.e. do you get anxious about whether they’ll get the nuances right?

It can be difficult watching the speeches being delivered. There’s some performance anxiety for the speaker, because I want the speech to work for them. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter how well written a speech is – if it’s not delivered well it’s not a good speech. A good speech hits the right tone, has the right content and narrative, clarifies and amplifies the views of the speaker, and connects with the audience. The bottom line, though, is that the words are not mine: they belong to the person delivering the speech.

Have there been any disasters and what have you learnt from these?

Early on in my tenure as Steve Bracks’ speechwriter I accepted an invitation to speak to the Year 10 students at a private school. Unfortunately, I was flat out writing speeches for Steve in the lead up to the event and didn’t have time to prepare for the event until I was taking a taxi to the school. Without going into too much excruciating detail, it was a train wreck of a speech. Needless to say, it was not an experience I want to relive. Since then, I’ve delivered many more speeches and lectures and always – always – make sure I’m fully prepared. Besides the motivation that disaster has given me, the experience of delivering a bad speech taught me a great deal about what it takes to write and deliver a good one. Failure can be the best preparation for success.

What sorts of occasions would you be called upon to write a speech for?

Everything from Parliamentary statements to campaign launches to international symposia to ALP state conferences to the Commonwealth Games to community cabinets to flower shows. You name it, I’ve done it.

How do you approach writing a speech for someone? i.e. what preparation do you need to do and what elements to do you consider in the writing.

That goes back to the running conversation. You have to be on their wavelength so that you’re able to write the speech that they would write if they had the time. Moreover, you need to do your research so that you can bring something extra to the speech – a new fact or perspective. Ideally, you should make the speechmaker sound like an amplified version of themselves.

How does one become a speechwriter? Does it require special skills?

Speechwriting is such a nebulous profession I don’t know how you become one. There are no qualifications, per se; basically, you become a speechwriter when someone asks you to write them a speech. Simple as that.

Banging out boilerplate speeches without voice or form or rhythm or a narrative drive doesn’t count. I don’t consider that speechwriting. I call that speechtyping.

Full blooded speechwriting requires simpatico. The person writing and the person talking are breathing the same air, thinking the same thoughts and speaking the same language. That’s hard to attain and hard to retain. I can’t tell you how to get there, but I can tell you how it feels. It feels like when you’re trying to solve one of those 3-D wooden puzzles in the dark, and there’s only one right way, and you fumble and feel around until it clicks into place.

So far as special skills go, speechwriting is a job for a writer. If you’re not a writer – someone who can sit down and research and write up to 10,000 words a week and get such a buzz out of the process that they want to turn around and do it all over again the next week – if you not that person this is not a job you can sustain. Writing is physical labour. It requires a strong back.

In a career as a professional speechwriter, how many opportunities would you get to write the ‘great speech’?

If you sit at your desk waiting for the “great” speech to land on your lap you’re going to miss it. The only way for me to approach the job is to treat every speech the same. They’re all speeches for the Premier of Victoria, therefore they’re all important. To treat them otherwise is to short change the people who turn up to hear the speech.

Afterwards, I might look back and say to myself, “That was a good one” – but, ultimately, the only judge of whether or not a speech is great is posterity. Let’s just say there are several speeches I’m proud of.

What do you believe makes a great speech, one that will be remembered in history?

What makes a great speech is a great occasion. Put it another way: Michael Gurr, a former speechwriter and fabulous playwright, wrote in his memoir, “Political speechwriters dream the Gettysburg address and wake up to the Cheltenham Chamber of Commerce.” What Michael’s driving at is this – I might write the most brilliant speech ever put to paper, but if it’s delivered at the opening of a flower show no one’s going to give a rat’s arse.

2008-07-15T21:05:00.000+10:00

Someone out there read my first novel:

"Best story you've read this year: ... Another, by Joel Deane, reminding me that Aussie writers aren't all fluff and cookies."

Thanks pierrot_doll

2008-07-11T21:30:00.000+10:00

Island 113

Good review of a bloody good poetry book: Awake Despite the Hour by Paul Mitchell.

2008-07-10T20:15:00.000+10:00

Interview on Radio National's The Book Show

The ABC ran a 20 minute interview with me today.

The interview, which is by playwright Michael Gurr, covers my day job as a speechwrtiter for the Labor Party and my second collection of poetry, Magisterium, which has just been published by Australian Scholarly Publishing.

I read a couple of poems as well: 'Hansard' and 'Requiem'.

You can hear or download the interview here. My interview is about 19 minutes into the program.

2008-07-10T20:03:00.000+10:00

Pictures from the launch of Joel Deane's Magisterium on June 25, 2008, at Collected Works Bookshop. Melbourne, Australia.

Playwright Michael Gurr launches Magisterium.

2008-06-29T20:05:00.000+10:00

Picture: Joel Deane

Cover image for Magisterium
San Francisco, February 2001

2008-06-29T19:25:00.000+10:00

2008-06-27T20:28:00.000+10:00

IPAA annual writing seminar

"It was Joel Deane, perhaps, who provided the seminar's most thought-provoking speech, concluding with 10 points for good speechwriting. Read, think, debate, he said, and the march towards meaningless, detached and decayed public language will be defeated." - Institute of Public Administration Australia News

2008-06-27T20:14:00.000+10:00

"Sometimes poetry is profound and worthy of our attention – sometimes it says perfectly, what we wish to say or how we feel. Please indulge me with an example;

If there is anything to be learned, it is this.
What matters most is that
we love this life we are leaving
and are unafraid of the next.

"From the poem 'Requiem', by Joel Deane, from the collection Magisterium.

"Why does death make such fantastic poetic fodder? Schlomo? Any thoughts? Oh … so I’m on my own for this one … Hmm. I guess these lines speak to me because death is not portrayed as a gaping hole of darkness, that nobody escapes and we all should be bowel-movingly terrified of, but as something which is not to be feared, but acknowledged as an inevitability."

- Ecce potestas casai

2008-06-20T21:45:00.001+10:00

2008-06-11T22:14:00.000+10:00

Australian Scholarly Publishing is bringing out my second collection of poetry, Magisterium.

I'll be out and about in Victoria for readings ... and the launch. (I see the book's already available online.)

8.30pm, Monday, June 16: Featured reader at Passionate Tongues Poetry, Brunswick Hotel, 140 Sydney Road Brunswick, cnr. Weston Street. (The other featured reader is Petra White.)
6.30pm, Wednesday, June 25: Book launch of Magisterium by Michael Gurr at Collected Works Bookshop, Level 1, Nicholson Building, 37 Swanston Street, Melbourne.
2pm, Saturday, August 30: Featured reader at The Dan Readings, The Dan O'Connell Hotel, Canning and Princes Streets, Carlton.
3pm, Sunday, September 21: Featured reader at Castlemaine Readings at the Albion, the Albion Hotel, Castlemaine.

2007-11-05T17:21:00.000+11:00

Performing poetry reading at La Mama Poetica
Melbourne, November, 2006
Picture: Jen Jewel Brown

2007-11-05T16:51:00.000+11:00

Picture: Joel Deane

My father

My father speaks
a foreign language—
shadow meanings,
sawn-off statements,
same old questions
about the car.

When I was home
he never hit me,
he never held me
(he never knew).

We just drove round,
never touching,
always watching
what we said.

My father is a model
discontinued—
one owner only,
straight, simple lines,
doors that clunk
when they close.

Previously published in Zadok Perspectives, broadcast on the ABC's Poetica program and collected in Subterranean Radio Songs.

2007-11-05T16:15:00.000+11:00

Picture: Joel Deane

Melbourne poetry reading:
6pm, Saturday, December 1
Victorian Writers' Centre, 1/37 Swanston St, Melbourne

My old publisher, Interactive Publications, has invited me to a reading as part of its 10th anniversary celebrations. I'll be reading poems from my 2005 collection, Subterranean Radio Songs.

One of the other readers is Paul Mitchell, who is a rather cool hombre.

2007-11-05T15:51:00.000+11:00

Picture: Joel Deane

New poems

Some new poems of mine have been posted online.

Island has published Archimedes Principle, and Jacket has published Tuk-tuk. Both are from my second collection of poetry, Magisterium, which will be published shortly by Australian Scholarly Publishing.

Another publisher, Picaro Press, has agreed to publish a chapbook of assorted uncollected poems, which will be published in the next month of two.

2007-06-26T16:08:00.000+10:00

Review of Another from Reading Time

"Perhaps there is no place more barren or bleak than a new subdivision on the edge of suburbia where no one but the poor would want to live. Toby's girlfriend Suzie is pregnant but doesn't know it yet. The tiny foetus is the novel's ocassional first-person voice, with a connectedness to the ghosts of the past and future. Beneath the concrete and tar were once trees, animals and a poisoned swimming-hole where Aboriginal children floated dead into the arms of their wailing parents. The unborn child is the sole flicker of hope in Another, with a will to live and love of its life-to-be.

"Suzie, on the other hand likes the idea of suicide, but it mainly content to cut herself with a razor, carving away all the ugly memories and forming careful patterns. She likes scars, and she like Toby for his scarred back, badly burned as a child. Toby does a bit of stealing and likes the sensation of striking an unconscious man's head repeatedly with a metal bar, for the unfamiliar feeling of power; an expression of the helplessness in his tormented past.

"Another is a brutal novel, full of violence and hatred. Yet everything about it is true and clearly recognisable, from daily news reports if not from one's own life. The characters are on a descending spiral and Joel Deane seems to know them better than they will ever know themselves.

"People like Toby and Suzie might never pick up a book to read, and they don't want to know or care what others think, but the rest of us need to know what makes them that way. Another is a book for young adults who love words put in the right order, often poetic, telling a shocking story with a profound clarity of voice and vision." - Margot Nelmes, Reading Time

2007-06-03T15:39:00.000+10:00

Subterranean Radio Songs review in Thylazine

"Joel Deane's free verse is direct and seemingly simple. What layers it possesses are of the emotional type. He doesn't hit us over the head with grim reality; rather he insinuates it into the reader's psyche in a way so artful that it appears artless...

"The poem 'Good Friday' (p.14), in four parts, introduces the nub of the collection, a child that is stillborn, whose ghost haunts the text, even the travel poems. Its second section, 'Residua', describes the pathos of packing up the waiting cot and putting it in the garage; in the third section, 'Postmortem', the poet and his partner debate the 'whys' of the situation. The poem ends abruptly with the devastating 'In Utero', a cremation scene, in which the fire becomes the welcoming womb for the stillborn baby: 'The womb of the incinerator / now holds you / at nine-hundred degrees / centigrade'. But this is not the end of the story. On page 20, the poem 'I build a little house where our hearts once lived' describes Deane's attempts to reassemble his life, to 'remake rooms I cannot find'. As an evocation of grief, it's hard to go past these heartfelt pieces...

"There are many fine poems in Subterranean Radio Songs, but they work best together as a collection, allowing us insight into the thoughts and feelings of a grief-stricken man seeking healing and understanding by jumping feet-first out into the world." - Liz Hall-Downs

Read the full review

2007-06-01T10:37:00.000+10:00

Kris Hemensley's launch speech for Subterranean Radio Songs

Kris's speech is, as usual, bristling with critical ideas an insights about the world of poetry:

"Joel writes, 'There is no country. Only family.' This epigram informs the major structure of Subterranean Radio Songs: the family, history, Australian place of the 1st half, South; and North, in which the poet-narrator is travelling abroad in the USA & Latin America, in Britain --an acutely felt & observed travel-diary but one constantly interjected by the concerns, the Angels & Demons of Family.

"In a way it's all there in the first poem of the book, "The Bridge at Avenel." The crossing of water, the grave that water can be, the lure of crossing, the necessity (and I'm thinking now of the poetic rather than the economic or political necessity) --the necessity of crossing. In this poem Joel Deane states, "I cannot find a way across" because of the particular reasons for that poem. But the poet will --and certainly will attempt that crossing again & again in his career --a career begun tonight with this collection." - Kris Hemensley

Read the full speech

2007-05-22T20:59:00.000+10:00

Another reviewed in Compulsive Reader

My first novel, Another, which was recently reprinted and is now available internationally through Amazon, has just been reviewed by Compulsive Reader:

"Like its striking cover, Joel Deane’s Another is a book that pulls hard and instantly on its reader. Pick it up and start flipping through the pages, and you’re suddenly drawn into the intense intimacy of its narrative. Don’t fight it. This is an important novel and worth sacrificing a few meals for. It draws a very soft line between poetry and prose, blurring the timeframe between past, present and future, and taking us as deep below his character’s skin as it is possible." - Magdalena Ball, Compulsive Reader

Read the full review

2007-05-08T10:08:00.001+10:00

New poem

Text has published a new poem of mine, reading. About, in their April, 2007 edition.

2007-03-04T23:13:00.000+11:00

Comment on Overland lecture

'This morning’s report on the ABC news regarding the account of one of the alleged plotters against the Ashes tour having scrubbed the idea because he was a cricket fan made me think of Joel Deane’s mild and rational and non-defensively Labor speech published in Overland. He spoke of cricket’s reflection of cultural difference.' - Paul Voermans, Leftwrites

2007-03-04T21:48:00.000+11:00

[Untitled] by Sophie Deane

2007-03-04T21:21:00.000+11:00

New poems

Poems from my new manuscript, Magisterium, which is currently looking for a publishing house, are beginning to appear online.

Two poems, 'Book of numbers', and 'Mid-town', have been published at Bluepepper.

One poem, 'Hansard', is on Cordite.

Some older poems, which appeared in Subterranean Radio Songs, can be found here, here, here and here.

You can also hear me read a poem, '33 Kilohertz', here.

2007-03-04T21:07:00.000+11:00

Review of 'Subterranean Radio Songs' in Island 107

"This is an impressive collection, a first-hand glimpse of other countries, other lives. ...

"The culminating poem in the first section, "Under Westgate", is a tour de force where rhythm builds the momentum of a breakneck departure from Melbourne, from a broken relationship through a disintergrating relationship.

"In [the second section], the style becomes more cinematic, with its rapid pace and accuracy of observation (Hemingway and Kerouac come to mind). There's spontaneity and freshness in evocative images. ... The discovery of new places triggers rediscovery of places deeper in the psyche. ...

"This is raw, unrefined narrative poetry, demotic, energetic and ultimately optimistic. It has strong rhythm, some fine imagery, ironic objectivity; above all, it is first-hand and unpretentious. It's poetry in primary colours." - Janet Upcher

2006-08-18T11:43:00.000+10:00

Title: Another

Genre: Novel

Author: Joel Deane

Publisher: IP

Year: 2004

Pages: 214

ISBN: 1 876819 25 1

Awards: Winner, IP Picks Best Fiction Award

'This striking debut novel by poet and Steve Bracks' speechwriter Deane exposes a mythical outer-suburban housing estate in somewhere (anywhere), Australia. Teenage protagonist Toby is a pacifist stranded in a sea of violence. His scars, arising from a mysterious accident, fascinate young Suzie. Self-harming Suzie pushes Toby into deeper and deeper water, until even murder seems just a precursor to something worse. Side characters are finely drawn, as is the concept of multi-generational domestic abuse and overheated, under-resourced locale. At times, a theme of ghostly indigenous children distracts you from the main narrative, but this winner of the IP Fiction Prize represents a fresh, compelling voice in contemporary Australian fiction. Not for the squemish.' - Jen Jewel Brown, Melbourne Weekly

'The novel is filmic in its attention to detail and almost unremittingly bleak. However, despite the grotty realism, the narrative is interspersed with lyrical magical realist moments. At times a narrator, in utero, contemplates the cosmic wonder of life in lines that reveal Deane’s double life as a poet: ‘I see this day dying ... and find myself in love with [it] for no good reason.’ The unborn narrator also comments on Toby’s blindness to the future and the past, which includes, as well as his own family’s tragedies, crimes against Aborigines. Sometimes Toby does see the shadows of history that rise – like the undead, like sinister unreason – with the night. These interludes are reminiscent of those in Tim Winton’s Cloudstreet, which provides an interesting counterpoint. Deane’s novel represents a similar workingclass demographic, but rejects Winton’s heady romanticisation.' - Maria Takolander, Australian Book Review

'Another is harsh, a gruelling depiction of family breakdown, petty crime, adolescent discontent and inner and outer scars. Its confronting stream of short sentences jerked out as if in pain, convincingly capture the mood of sullen confusion.' - Paul Gimmel, Overland

'Another is a cleverly-structured piece of dark realist literature, portraying the harsh realities of everyday life in a most visual manner. Deane succeeds in creating disjointed slices of reality that come together to both shock and haunt his readers.' – Rachael Blair, Journal of Australian Studies

'Joel Deane's first novel has just been published and is, in a word, compelling.' - Bob Hart, Herald Sun

'An unremitingly bleak story ... it is a part of Australian life that our literature hasn't much interest in coming to terms with and Deane seems to write about it from the inside and with real compassion for his characters' struggles.' - Owen Richardson, The Age

'This is the rubble of suburbia, an Australia we are too smug to acknowledge, too scared to enter. Joel Deane has written a dark and moving novel about families on the margins.' - George Megalogenis

2006-08-18T11:16:00.000+10:00

Title: Subterranean Radio Songs

Genre: Poetry

Author: Joel Deane

Year: 2005

ISBN: 1 876819 31 6

Awards:

Shortlisted for the Anne Elder Award
Winner IP Picks Best Poetry

'Joel Deane’s Subterranean Radio Songs is relaxed and full of flare.' — Kevin Brophy and Robyn Rowland, judges of Anne Elder Award

'His work demonstrates distinct undertones of both worldliness and urbanity. He is also alert to what constitutes a ‘story’, including its colour and drama. For Deane events are related through the first-person singular – an authorial ‘I’, usually presented in a natural and straightforward way. The exception is Deane’s excellent ‘Dogma 95’, which toys with the ‘problem’ of authenticity. In this poem, two lovers on a beach act out roles, as if in separate movies. The ‘problem’ is this: we only have culturally determined strategies for any representation of self, all of them ‘second-degree’, and hence falsifying. I like Deane’s strong grasp of the so-called ‘dilemma’, and his nerve in sending it all up as bad faith and absurd intellectual cowardice, cutting through to the lovers’ genuine feelings. Deane’s book is an autobiography in two parts, with the first section (‘South’) taking us breezily through his childhood, to his first marriage and tragic loss of a child, then a traumatic break-up. ‘South’ concludes with the brilliantly energetic ‘Under Westgate’. In this virtuosic ‘poem in motion’, the hard, jerky, foot-down rhythms and kinaesthetic imagery convey a visceral experience of driving under the site of the famous bridge disaster, while everything spins emotionally out of control.' - John Jenkins, Australian Book Review

'Deane combines his storytelling skills with a natural instinct for the rhythms, rhymes and finely tuned lines of poetry. His work owes a lot to the tradition of the Beats and spoken word generally. The poetry is natural, fluid and accessible but there is emotional complexity, and a beating heart. The poems speak directly to the restless human spirit and hunger for experience. It made me long to grab a backpack and hit the road.' - IP Picks 2005 Judges’ Report