Fallen Grace is the debut collection of poems by Wellington
The book comprises a sequence of 24 poems selected and arranged by Wellington
The poems, thought provoking and powerful, bristle with energy and
evocative lines, richly layered. Thomson works by the process of thought construction,
often using opposite images juxtaposed to build her poems. She offers an
original insight in to society.
The book is hand-sewn in a limited edition of 100 copies.
Comment on Fallen Grace:
"And then suddenly,
something very different to what you might have expected, is sent in the mail,
and you’re caught unaware by what you might call the music of the street - a
voice looking for a lost self, trying to make sense of the world – personally
and politically. A questioning voice that feels marginalized and frequently
alienated from much of the material world as we know it, but not necessarily
wanting company either. It’s a voice looking for direction, wanting freedom
from restraint, yet resorting (at times) to rhyme – wanting to hold on to the
familiar without being enslaved. It’s an agitated voice, restless, anxious
about conformity, about being ‘swallowed’ into commonality. Sometimes a sense
of panic pervades, fear of being self-centered, ‘looking out from within … /
your brain the flame’ but in the end, the influence that operates is grace –
‘the gold in the grey is hopeful’ and ‘the light comes in’." – Riemke Ensing
The Night Press is a
division/imprint of HeadworX Publishers and publishes the poetry journal broadsheet
and occasional chapbooks/mini books.
About the Author
MaryJane
Thomson is an
artist, writer and photographer living in Wellington ,
New Zealand
Sample
Poem
Out of time
Whose is
what? Mine, yours.
Who came first to slaughter each other,
the lamb, the fox, the wolf, the lion,
claiming right to roam and hunt.
Homo erectus, homo sapiens,
blessed be those with a bigger skull.
They enlarged the brain,
don’t we have it?, now learn.
Who came first to slaughter each other,
the lamb, the fox, the wolf, the lion,
claiming right to roam and hunt.
Homo erectus, homo sapiens,
blessed be those with a bigger skull.
They enlarged the brain,
don’t we have it?, now learn.
Learning, knowledge defied,
till everything you knew became a lie.
Sidetracked into reverie,
thinking of future life,
we, always in the distance.
Pluto is descending, what does this mean to you?
Can you feel it?
Can you not see it?
Like when they didn’t know leaves fell in autumn,
yet they could see the leaves falling.
It’s an observation because it’s not yet fact,
belief belongs in reason.
You’re simply out of time.
© MaryJane Thomson 2014
Title: Fallen Grace: Poems
Author: MaryJane Thomson
Editor: Mark Pirie
ISBN 978-0-473-28152-6
Price: $20.00
Extent: 32 pages
Format: 148mmx210mm
Publication: June 2014
Publisher: The Night Press (a division of HeadworX)
Email: mpirie@xtra.co.nz
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