Photo: Steve Baccon
An extraordinary writer and warrior has died. I didn’t know her but part of my surrounds has vanished and I don’t know which I regret more, the empty shape or something else eventually filling it. Bloody breast cancer.
Her works live on but who and what she was were very important to anyone, any female, who savored words and wildness; australia, sex and cigarettes on the night wind.
I”m not tough
droll or stoical.
I droop after
or intense conversation.
The streets coil around me
when they empty
I get scared.
an excerpt from Dorothy Porter’s mesmeric poem novel, The Monkey’s Mask.
more from the world today (abc) “Poetry has always dealt with taboo material from way back. That’s part of its sort of holy nature, its vocation is to tackle huge and morally ambivalent themes.”
wikipedia “Porter was a self-described Pagan, committed to pagan principles of courage, stoicism and commitment to the earth and beauty.” Perhaps the best definition of woman warrior I’ve found.
and sydney morning herald and herald sun “she was a grand theme person, a sensualist and romantic”