reviews for forthcoming release, the rutting season
Everyone now is finned in “calling” in the archipelagic – “gull & man combat a / turf where elements converse,” (with) Scott-Patrick Mitchell’s (the rutting season an) invocation that each reader crawl forth from seafoam – an archipallium implanted, sub-memory, “curled like shells sidle / head – cochlea ocean dead / – ear we amplify what was,” released… from the decadent into newly lit luminescence.
- Edric Mesmer, Yellowfields
Be sure to read Scott-Patrick Mitchell’s the rutting season out loud, and hear the poems as deft performances of language. You will find here a lovely combination of the tough and the sweet, a rhyming and a stammering, a fist full of language slamming into your ears - all the stories of love and loss woven into a nest of linguistic tangle. At once lyrical and jarring, you’ll want to revisit these poems again and again.
- Ellen Zweig
Scott-Patrick Mitchell’s the rutting season sets out a new constellation for the male muse, the stag, each line punctuated with unexpected breath and leap and stroke. In each poem the poet’s tongue is tied to the body-object, rolling with and against the bonds that fuel our writing, and we—the readers—are tempted forward into the disco dance: “let our dreams together/ we create”. The raveling score will light the sky.
- Jessica Wilkinson, rabbit: a journal for non-fiction poetry
the rutting season comes out may 2012 through mulla mulla press.
…the sky is always doing something in your photographs, scott-patrick…
new work appearing in Yellow Field #5
New poetry of mine appears in the latest edition of brilliantly underground poetry journal, Yellow Field.
The work published in this edition - Yellow Field #5 - is from the collaborative poetry projectInteractive Geographies II, written in cohorts with Matthew Hall and Siobhan Hodge. These poems, or territorialiams, deal with memory, place and the movement of the self through the two, in every direction, the eventual end text a mix of our three voices. Here, however, you can read some of the basic building blocks that comprise my voice within this project.
Also appearing in this edition are fellow West Australian poet John Charles Ryan alongside the likes of Michael Leong, Cui Fei, Shane Rhodes, Mary E. Kohler, Rhys Trimble, Megan Kaminski, Donna White, Janet Kaplan, Aisha Sasha John, A. L. Nielsen, Stephen Novotny, Yellow Field editor Edric Mesmer and the legendary Peter Larkin.
If you are interested in purchasing a copy of Yellow Field #5 please write to Edric Mesmer at yellowedenwaldfield (at) yahoo (dot) com and tell him SPM sent you.
under the pink
At the request of my eldest sister, Susannah, I wrote this poem for my sister Rebecca’s funeral in England. Unfortunately I was unable to attend, so Susannah read this poem as my elegy for Becky on my behalf. Becky succumbed to trans-vascular lymphoma after several years of struggling with this virile and nasty form of cancer.
She leaves behind her loving husband Jerry and two amazing children, Jacob and Jennifer, to whom I send all my unending love across the mighty oceans.
This poem was published in Elbow Lane Poems today, the day after Becky’s funeral.
Pink was her favourite colour. Please note the title takes its name from Tori Amos’ sophomore album.
Becky was 42 and a half when she passed.
under the pink
for becky
16.8.1969ine - 17.3.2012elve
sunset glints pink: beauty
is always just an instant
, passes through like humans
do. moments are made for
sharing. we will never forget
the way night arcs across
horizon as wide as her smile
is light. fierce leo girl, your
fire will always burn bright
, teeth sparkling like stars
& constellations ignite the
darkness. your heart’s laugh
booms like thunder, pushing
lightning wit across heaven
. up there, where the clouds
thin to moisten edges of our
imagining, you are now, in
every sky yielding colour
, but especially the pink, at
dusk, or at dawn, the night
space we travel through to
remember the daughter,
sister, lover, mother, wife
, friend who will always be
beside us, who we will love
, forever & again, when the
sun is gone, know it will
return: as will you, rebecca
ann
.
they say monks planted this olive tree
Salvador 84 Lens, Big Up Film, Pop Rox Flash, Taken with Hipstamatic
eastward (Taken with instagram)
architectural (Taken with instagram)
voice of verbs // at the cafe at GRAMMATICAL INSTANCES
everyone knows what pelicans look like
edits (Taken with Instagram at paper mountain)
Eight Letters to a Lover, II at 4am, Port Augusta Train Station | Scott-Patrick Mitchell
Black Rider Press - .the tricking post. .final demand notice from the gods. | Scott-Patrick Mitchell
a new poem from the audio e-book format of .the tricking post., released this month via Black Rider Press.
.the tricking post. limited edition chapbook available now
On Sunday November 6, I officially launched the hardcopy edition of .the tricking post. which coincided with the online posting of the audio e-book version too. The launch took place at the new literary bohemian heart of Fremantle, MacQueen Books. Electro disco-shaman Tomás Ford oversaw proceedings while Gabby Everall, Belowsky and Amanda Joy each read, with Amanda having the honour of reading a letter from Black Rider Press’ publisher, Jeremy Balius, who unfortunately had to catch a flight to Sydney for work that same day. The letter, entitled . a letter to those who love and who are loved in return ., was incredibly beautiful and heartfelt and, yes, i shall post it here shortly.
What this post is here to talk about is the fact that you can now purchase a physical copy of .the tricking post. for a very short time. It costs $20 AUD (includes p/h) if purchased with Australia, $24 AUD (includes p/h) to post internationally. Payments can be made via Paypal.
Interested?
Simply email thetrickingpost@hotmail.com outlining purchase destination plus number of copies along with your Paypal email address and you will be sent a Paypal invoice in due course. It’s that simple.
A list of realtime stockists will be provided shortly.
In the meantime, below is a sneak peek from the aforementioned launch, a post on which will be posted shortly. The wonderful image is kindly supplied by James Kerr.
learn the weight of light & stone | Scott-Patrick Mitchell
This poem first appeared as a lucid entry in an otherwise tumultuous journal. The original version, which is vastly different to this version, was written to commemorate the first birthday of my nephew Jacob. He has the most incredible numerology I have ever seen on somebody so young, and something about his aura just sings.
As the poem was refined, it became an instruction sheet on how to access and maintain wonder in ones life. The title is a line lifted from Gwen Harwood’s aptly titled poem Anniversary, in which she writes:
…turn
stone into golden ochre, locking
the orbit of my pain. I learn
the weight of light and stone. Remember me.
The poem was then adapted and performed as an anti-slam poem, designed to bring peace and quietude to the slam audience with the same strength, tenacity and pop cultural ferocity as a normal slam poem does.
I performed it this year during the Australian Poetry Slam State Heats, and was able to make it through to the finals. Unfortunately, the sheer breadth of hip-hop style slam pieces, and their ability to convey information in a manner readily familiar, accessible and all-pervasive to the modern audience member whose conssitent exposure to spoken word is, mainly, rap.
Oh well… back to the drawing board!
After all, the aim of experiments are to keep persisting and testing the hypothesis until the permutation that supersedes the results you expected manifests itself.
Enjoy.
associative (Taken with Instagram at Mill Point Road)
