Ken Bolton

http://aeaf.org.au/events/critical-writing.html

Ken Bolton lives in Adelaide where he manages the Australian Experimental Art Foundation’s Dark Horsey bookshop. His most recent collections are A Whistled Bit Of Bop (Vagabond Press, 2010) and Sly Mongoose (Puncher & Wattmann, 2011). Shearsman (UK) issued his Selected Poems in 2013. He edited Homage to John Forbes (Brandl & Schlesinger, 2002). His art criticism has been collected under the title Art Writing (Contemporary Art Centre of South Australia, 2009) and can be read here. (Photograph by Bianca Barling)

States of Poetry 2016 - South Australia | 'Salute' by Ken Bolton

States of Poetry South Australia - Series One • 22 February 2016

I wonder what happensin Seb's kitchen, I seehim round the cornerinto the room, sun shining, catready for food, a grinthat is mixed of resignation& amusement eyes alightfor the opportunityeach day brings. I alwaysliked the way he understoodthings – things I'venever understood –as an open secret, knowledgewith which he nudged meforward. He faces, I guess,a beach view, opens orange juiceor se ... (read more)

States of Poetry 2016 - South Australia | 'What Do I Owe Them?' by Ken Bolton

States of Poetry South Australia - Series One • 22 February 2016

Should the unique serve to typify?Have they been ill-used? To what purpose? Asian Couple The Asian couple.I am inclined to think Chinese –mostly on the basis of size,but not Japanese (the manmight be bigger, bebetter, less self-effacinglydressed) – maybe notmainland Chin ... (read more)

States of Poetry 2016 - South Australia | 'Gilbert Place - Cafe Boulevard' by Ken Bolton

States of Poetry South Australia - Series One • 22 February 2016

for Lee Harwood Softly solarised and paralleltwo lines echo each other, glow slightly,in a space that is nowhere # &nb ... (read more)

'30.11.12', a new poem by Ken Bolton

June 2013, no. 352 • 27 May 2013

What am I going to write here? Something, I hope. A year or so since I last launched out in my usual spot and stopped, because I didn’t want the usual – which after all this time with nothing else happening I miss. I hear a high-pitched scattered voice, look up, & see an image that makes me think ‘I wonder how X is going?’ – someone I haven’t seen for a while – a blond ... (read more)