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Judith Bishop

'Samara's Wrought Iron Butterfly' by Judith Bishop

Judith Bishop
Friday, 01 April 2005

I have come to the city of Samara a second time, to visit a Russian friend I first met in St Louis. The city lies 1000 kilometres south-east of Moscow, and stands at the confluence of two wide rivers, the Volga and the Samara. Founded in 1586 as a small fortress, it now has more than one million inhabitants. The Samara region, rich in oil and minerals, is reputed to have the highest per capita wealth of any region after Moscow.

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Published in March 2005, no. 269

Judith Bishop reviews ‘The New Arcadia’ by John Kinsella

Judith Bishop
Wednesday, 01 December 2004

In the opening poem of Virgil’s Eclogues, a shepherd newly dispossessed of his farm by a soldier returning from war exclaims: ‘There’s so much trouble everywhere these days. / I was trying to drive my goats along the path / And one of them I could hardly get to follow; Just now, among the hazels, she went into labor …’ (trans. David Ferry). More than 600 years later, Poussin’s painting, Les Bergers d’Arcadie, dit aussi Et in Arcadia Ego (1638–40), takes up the theme of dispossession in a more radical key: even shepherds in Arcadia must die. The pastoral mode (taken broadly to include anti- and post-pastoral) has always enveloped threats to the pastoral idyll. John Kinsella’s The New Arcadia – with Poussin’s painting on its cover – is the final instalment of an ‘anti-pastoral’ trilogy initiated by The Silo: A Pastoral Symphony (1995) and followed by The Hunt (1998). In The New Arcadia, as in its prequels, we find the pastoral mode in full-blown crisis: in modern Australia, nature’s small misfires (viz. the goat’s ill-timed birth) have escalated into ecological disaster. In The Hunt, the farmers and their families are killed by their own tools, dying in accidents, falling under tractors, shooting themselves; in The New Arcadia, on the other hand, most of the victims are native birds.

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‘Voices’ a poem by Judith Bishop

Judith Bishop
Friday, 01 March 2002

The skywriter fallen,

a slick of lightning foraged in the stars

for his remains.

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Published in March 2002, no. 239
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