Lee Wilde
  • Female
  • Sydney, NSW
  • Australia
Share

Lee Wilde's Friends

  • Adam Aitken

Lee Wilde's Videos

  • Add Videos
  • View All

..

 

Meow?

Lee Wilde's Photos

Loading…
  • Add Photos
  • View All

Lee Wilde's Blog

Anyone read The Monkey's Mask?

Posted on September 19, 2013 at 19:00 5 Comments

Has anyone here read The Monkey's Mask, by Dorothy Porter?

The Monkey's Mask is a 2000 thriller film directed by Samantha Lang. It stars Susie Porter and kelly McGillis. Porter plays a lesbian private detective who falls in love with a suspect (McGillis) in the…

Continue

Liar's Moon

Posted on September 9, 2013 at 19:11 0 Comments

Setting up a blog for my new writing project :)…



Continue

Ode by Arthur O'Shaunghnessy

Posted on June 30, 2013 at 18:49 0 Comments

'Crazy brave' poet brings voice to Israel

Posted on December 27, 2012 at 16:02 1 Comment

Photo by David Bachar

Poetry as such is disappearing, but it is returning as spoken word, says Native American poet Joy Harjo, who is in Israel as a guest of Tel Aviv University.



"I was in my mid-20s. I didn't really have a choice at that…

Continue

Latest Activity

Lee Wilde posted discussions
Apr 8, 2015
Lee Wilde posted a discussion

The Last Goodbye - an extract from the Liar's Moon prose-poetry project

Are you staying?” I already knew the answer, the small, chilled word in my chest.“No. I can’t.”“You mean you won’t.”A silent moment there, neither daring to touch the jagged edge.He stared down at his hands, beautiful, smooth, “I just can’t.”A blinding white-flash of rage rose up inside me. “GO THEN!” I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the cafe. He caught up and we walked in silence for some time.“Starry starry night,” he sang softly as we walked toward the pier. I squeezed my hands in my pockets and pretended not to hear. Out on the water, a mass of  gold and amber lights, glided slowly out of view. The horizonless harbour and sky were meld into one and I whispered a desperate prayer.In a quiet world oceans are perfectly still and deep as the nightMoonless, tideless sea feel this body of water save us both in timeThen I heard the sound of our footsteps out of tune and knew the saddest story had already begun.“This is killing me.” I…See More
Dec 3, 2014
Lee Wilde posted a discussion

Elevator

Elevator. Ascend. Thoughts of… nothing. Then, a friend. Long ago. Soft, ever-present ache. Vhooooooom…. reflected silence, smooth and cool, the back of my hand against the glass. The past is the past is my mountain, my hill, is an undissolved pill without resolution or hint of an end, remembering faces of long ago friends. BING! This is me. I straighten my dress and step out.See More
Nov 12, 2014
Dermott Ryder replied to Lee Wilde's discussion August Rain
"An intuitive trip down memory lane - good one ..."
Aug 21, 2014
Lee Wilde posted a discussion

August Rain

Silent three-one-one, gliding East tonight in rain.Fall, hard August rain.Soaked, smiling, you stood.Gentle glance, as if we could halt the winter rain.See More
Aug 21, 2014
Lee Wilde posted a discussion

Heat

Here, beneath my skin... a third of a centimetre within my fingertips, I feel you. Distance I don't know. Aglow. Heat.. I smooth your face. Erase. Years. Tears. Your engine whirs. Late night driving... come, I'm here beneath your skin.See More
Feb 12, 2014
Lee Wilde posted a discussion

The Longest Goodbye

“Are you staying?” I already knew the answer, the small, chilled word in my chest. “No. I can’t.” “You mean you won’t.” A silent moment there, neither daring to touch the jagged edge. He stared down at his hands, beautiful, smooth, “I just can’t.” A blinding white-flash of rage rose up inside me. “GO THEN!” I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the cafe. He caught up and we walked in silence for some time. “Starry starry night,” he sang softly as we walked toward the pier. I squeezed my hands in my pockets and pretended not to hear. Out on the water, a mass of  gold and amber lights, glided slowly out of view. The horizonless harbour and sky were meld into one and I whispered a desperate prayer. In a quiet worldoceans are perfectly stilland deep as the night Moonless, tideless seafeel this body of watersave us both in time Then I heard the sound of our footsteps out of tune and knew the saddest story had already begun. “This is killing me.” I said. “Do you want me in your bed, knowing my…See More
Oct 14, 2013
Lee Wilde posted a discussion

Moth

2.11pm: Hushed anticipation. Rose-pink ribbons on blue files sing. Other random things, like the sounds of typing and ever-present aircon humming. Traffic strums grey streets 11 floors below and I sense it knows, somehow that people are meeting, greeting, smiling, eating, while others say goodbye and all the time I'm just sitting here waiting, aching... like a moth to fly.See More
Oct 1, 2013
Asti left a comment for Lee Wilde
"Gday Lee Thanks for your "may attend". Please come, you won't be disappointed. Folk arrived from local media, doorknocking in the postcode, and neighbourhood gossip. Good demos coverage, couldn't believe it; except 30-45…"
Sep 24, 2013
Susan Sleepwriter commented on Lee Wilde's blog post Anyone read The Monkey's Mask?
"I loved it. I love the merge of poetry and prose. Have begun to read a few others to explore the form:  CJ Dennis "The songs of a sentimental bloke" Vikram Seth "The golden gate" Dorothy Porter "El Dorado" Love…"
Sep 20, 2013
Lorne Johnson commented on Lee Wilde's blog post Anyone read The Monkey's Mask?
"Hey, Lee. Good discussion topic. No, I haven't read The Monkey's Mask. I've never been particularly interested (I groaned and rolled my eyes through the film, even though I reckon Susie Porter is possibly Australia's most…"
Sep 19, 2013
Lee Wilde posted a blog post

Anyone read The Monkey's Mask?

Has anyone here read The Monkey's Mask, by Dorothy Porter?The Monkey's Mask is a 2000 thriller film directed by Samantha Lang. It stars Susie Porter and kelly McGillis. Porter plays a lesbian private detective who falls in love with a suspect (McGillis) in the disappearance of a young woman. The film is based on the verse novel of the same name by Australian poet Dorothy Porter source: wikipediaI've read it several times and have picked it up again this week, because I'm attempting something in a similar vein. I'd be interested in hearing some other opinions on this form, i.e. verse-novels.... prose-poetry..See More
Sep 19, 2013
Lee Wilde posted a discussion

Steel River

More raw material for my Liar's Moon prose-poetry project.See More
Sep 16, 2013
Lee Wilde posted a discussion

Blue

Blue. You and I in a room at night. Lit by the moon, a pale blue light flooded the quiet space. Blue. Your face… smooth, translucent skin. No hint of the din from the street below. So blue… your hair, the dark blue water beneath a wave ... as shadow-cars slid across your chest, transposed in shades of indigo blue and the world went blue and swept us up in a crush of blinding, hyperlink blue...See More
Sep 14, 2013
Lee Wilde posted a blog post

Liar's Moon

Setting up a blog for my new writing project :)liarsmoon.comSee More
Sep 9, 2013
Lee Wilde posted a discussion
Aug 30, 2013
Lee Wilde posted a status
"Becoming a Haiku Poet http://ning.it/14TspI5"
Aug 26, 2013
Lee Wilde posted a discussion
Aug 6, 2013
Lee Wilde posted an event
Aug 5, 2013
Lee Wilde posted discussions
Jul 22, 2013

Comment Wall (2 comments)

At 21:21 on September 24, 2013, Asti said…

Gday Lee

Thanks for your "may attend". Please come, you won't be disappointed. Folk arrived from local media, doorknocking in the postcode, and neighbourhood gossip. Good demos coverage, couldn't believe it; except 30-45 yo's, but that's a general problem. Seems poetry is still loved, even if not always admitted. Just got to keep it tight and clear. Was great last time, is better this.

all the best

Alastair

At 22:29 on September 24, 2013, Lee Wilde said…

I'll try to make it, Alastair. I understand about the 30-45 year olds. When I mention poetry at work, people's eyes roll back in their heads and I can't say I blame them. So much long-winded, self-important, pseudo-classical BS around... just listening is hard work, nevermind reading. You're spot on when you say, "keep it tight and clear".

You need to be a member of Sydney Poetry to add comments!

Join Sydney Poetry

 
 
 

On Facebook

@sydneypoetry

Social

© 2017   Created by Adrian Wiggins.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service