Last weekend I was at the Queensland Poetry Festival, supporting Australia’s most talented poet, Chloe Wilson (disclaimer: I may be somewhat biased). Lean in a bit closer to the screen, I want to let you in on a little secret about poetry…there’s no money in it. Yep, zilch, zero, nada, nothing. Every day thousands of people read, write and perform poetry for the love of the art.

For me, poetry highlights two things wrong with contemporary capitalism: Continue reading “Poetry as an argument for something different” →