Black Pepper Publishing

Black Pepper Publishing Melbourne based boutique publishing house. Since then, Black Pepper has published over two dozen poetry titles. Founded by K.F. Have a look at our list.
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It needed Black Pepper
Black Pepper and poetry

Cordite, No. 2, 1997

It was a dark and stormy poetry scene in mid 1995 when Black Pepper commenced publishing poetry with its second title, the Anne Elder award-winning Michelangelo's Prisoners by Jennifer Harrison. Pearson and Gail Hannah, Black Pepper is a press which actively seeks out new talents amongst its poets with several titles published b

eing first collections, and which seeks to act as a repertory publisher, with an ongoing relationship between publisher and writer, which is important for both author and publisher. It's not much good finding a publisher only to be thrown back into a desolate marketplace with your next book. Our philosophy is straightforward, revolving around literary excellence, and giving no preference to one school of poetry over another. Indeed diversity is a feature of a list that includes Anne Fairbairn's reworking of a Persian text in An Australian Conference of the Birds, Louis De Paor's Irish language Sentences of Earth & Stone / Gobán Cré is Cloth, with en-face translations, and the single line 'dreamline' poems of John Anderson. We are interested in successful experimental work as well as more traditional poetry which shines through. A perceived lack of poetry publishers and contracting poetry lists in the late 1990s was part of the reason for the birth of Black Pepper and in a short time we became a first choice publisher for many poets. Our list continues to grow with several poetry titles per year, six in 2004. David Brooks has written that 'Poetry, I think, is rather like the frog in the ecosystem, an index of the health of the whole' and when poets as outstanding as the late John Anderson had their careers put on hold for the lack of a publisher, the frogs are being badly done by. Black Pepper has authors who have published both poetry and fiction: Navigatio the novel, by poet Alison Croggon, which came out to substantial critical acclaim, including the perceptive comment by Robert Gray that this was a long prose poem; and Mosaics & Mirrors, a poetry collection co-authored by Graham Henderson, playwright and author. The black spines of our twenty-six poetry titles to date - soon to be thirty-two titles - contain works by poets adding spice to the soup of Modern Australian poetry. Have a look at our cover designs by Gail Hannah and see what you think. Is our list to your taste, or could we add a little more Black Pepper?

Performance art and agit-prop against Trump
31/10/2024

Performance art and agit-prop against Trump

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29/10/2024

HARDLY PROVERBIAL

The ringer mangles dry the sheet.
The outrigger steadies your canoe.
The goose is nourishing as the quill.
Body counts don’t make the census.
Dandelions gift air and earth.
The pencil is not prone to hackers.
Roundabouts aren’t only for a child.
Profit is the loss of someone else.
The scar is mending of the wound.
Nothings been won by triumph of the will.
A long highway requires a rest.
No conquest can be got by war.
Once upon a time is all we get.
This much we know if nothing else.

22/10/2024

The Bird

Go, conscience, do your work
tell what you must to nations
to all executives and ceos
of fat belly corporations
their damage done is crude.
Give them all the bird.

Tell members of think tanks
financed to near break their banks
their pre-determined research
does nothing but besmirch
hard knowledge once it’s heard.
Give them all the bird.

Tell newspapers and wealth owned press
all their radio and television
can no longer impress
now true journalism’s gone.
They arre cartoons that are blurred..
Give them all the bird.

Makers of devious algorithms,
poison shot into our web,
commercial or propagandist sums
we have tools to defiantly snub
your flow, once fact check snibs
off l your lies and word.
Give them all the bird.

Tell Politian’s from any electorate
selected by our democratic vote
if pressured by this party or that
to equivocate and legislate
the edges, not the harm
is crime, our parliament betrayed.
So: Give them all the bird.

16/10/2024

Cautionary Tale for Albo

EVERYBODY’S HOME
a chant

Everybody’s home
will never be the same
carnations in the garden
tricycle on the lawn
hydrangeas down the side
protected by the shade.
Everybody’s home
will never be the same.
House on a mortgage
narrowing your wage,
apartment or a flat
whatever you can get
Everybody’s home
will never be the same
now it is an asset
open to the market.
the treehouse in trouble
if cracked branches tumble.
A secure igloo tent
on ground it is lent.
Everybody’s home
will never be the same.
The bidder who missed out.
Everybody’s home.
Repossessed and shut.
Everybody’s home
will never be the same
now it is an asset
open to the market.
An overpriced one room.
Everybody’s home
Mattress under the moon.
Everybody’s home
will never be the same
now it is an asset
open to the market.
Since it is judged a house
Everybody’s home.
hardly seems like ours
Everybody’s home,
Everybody’s home
will never be the same
Now it is an asset
open to the market.
Everybody’s home.

07/10/2024

BLUEPRINT
from the Man of La Mancha

If you ever hope to halt outrageous slaughter
of people by peoples on this earth
reverse is the only gear to get you there
if you weigh up what is a human’s worth
as one who has a hidden capacity for pause
long enough to know all and every
modern weapon’s to be grandfathered
so there’s no progeny in usage,
or manufacture, or is future arms-researched
if all should dwell in safe refuge.

Then again stadium concerts and croissants won’t suffice
New industries replace munitions work
All destinations clear, tourism’s on the rise
For those who need a regimental-like
discipline to guide and shape their working life
defence structures are kept if not bellicose
but devoted to climate mitigation and relief,
keeping communities intact and close.

Massive change of consciousness in a short time
alone will make a wild impossible dream.

26/09/2024

BOYS’ OWN FOOTY WITH CODA

Youngster KF was a folder of newspapers,
usually the evening broadsheet The Herald,
two nights’ worth to make up enough layers,
which, after eight folds, he’d have thickness required.
Then he swung the pile around to fold the end,
the smaller width, tightly in, which he weighted
with bricks. When he lifted them of fan hour later
he had a flat oblong about twelve inches by four.
He tied it with string to keep the flat bundle taut.

It was not round but had a gesture towards oval
Not to be kicked along the ground or dropped in a hoop,
but its raggedy make-up suited make-up AFL.
Now boys enough gather at the railway linear park
to play kick to kick and practise their marking.
It wouldn’t bounce but poor boys could dream.

CODA

Rural suburbs away, Mick Grubb, KF’s future mate,
‘the memory man’, remembered socks.
Sock after sock, preferably Merimo, balled,
was stuffed tightly, one on one into a carefully
selected outer sock, pushed in deep till a knobbly
oval is shaped, the top knotted or tied with
loops of rubber bands, a shape of soft rough
beauty that still won’t bounce but perfect for
a hallway kick to kick with his sporty brother
in those young days of inclement Koo Wee Rup.

17/09/2024

KEVIN BULLETIN
Just to let youknow that I had my hip replacentent surgery last Thursday 12th. Home now for rehab for however long thet takes. I present an earlier poem I wrote on the housing crisis as a housing bill is to be voted on in parliament today.

EVERYBODY’S HOME
a chant

Everybody’s home
will never be the same
carnations in the garden
tricycle on the lawn
hydrangeas down the side
protected by the shade.
Everybody’s home
will never be the same.
House on a mortgage
narrowing your wage,
apartment or a flat
whatever you can get
Everybody’s home
will never be the same
now it is an asset
open to the market.
the treehouse in trouble
if cracked branches tumble.
A secure igloo tent
on ground it is lent.
Everybody’s home
will never be the same.
The bidder who missed out.
Everybody’s home.
Repossessed and shut.
Everybody’s home
will never be the same
now it is an asset
open to the market.
An overpriced one room.
Everybody’s home
Mattress under the moon.
Everybody’s home
will never be the same
now it is an asset
open to the market.
Since it is judged a house
Everybody’s home.
hardly seems like ours
Everybody’s home,
Everybody’s home
will never be the same
Now it is an asset
open to the market.
Everybody’s home.

10/09/2024

KYOTO

‘Rain beats upon the rain’
for it is autumn
in the raked stone garden
in the famous haiku
before climate change.

05/09/2024

As you may knowI was scheduled for hip replacement surgery on the 30/08/24.

It was Cancelled again (the 4th Cancellation.)

However this time it has been re-scheduled

with a superior surgeon Mr Stoner for next

Thursday September the .12th. Fingers Crossed.

Not bad , Ive only been waiting four and half years.



See you all after the rehab.

KF

05/09/2024

RUBBLE RUMBLE

Crash, bang, it all fell down,
No hopscotch on this grey ground.
Twist of steel, angle of slab,
some are buried here, some bereft.
Windscreens are gone spider web,
windows havea loose-tooth rattle.
Paw or claw or human foot
picks its way on tenderhooks.
The date is brown, the pebble is white.
Once was certainty, now is naught.

22/08/2024

CEASEFIRE

Although we’re grateful if it come
once it’s agreed upon,
a ceasefire is not peace
with fears it won’t last long
enough to re-sewerage our home
or grow back the old date Palm
planted well before grandpa’s time
that stood across the ravaged way
where as kids we used play
on the innocent road.
An interval
of at least six weeks in full
as diseases we’d eradicated
war debris’s resurrected
so to deploy vaccines
from donor regimes
is urgent now
to halt cholera, polio
when severed limbs
are a sign of our times.
Ah! with hospital grounds
not menaced by drones

Peace, the elderlies say,
was back in the day.

09/08/2024

Repeat post from time of Government’s folly

AUDIT

When unmanned underwater drones
blow submarines to smithereens
and the homeless not yet put in homes
seahorses upright still swim above
billion dollar bits and bones.

13/05/2024

ACTION HERO

Celluloid hero,
your days are done,
willing suspension
of disbelief gone
since reality
exceeds your dream―
your activity,
caped or super,
is humble and unable
to alter one pebble
in this not AI-assisted
and nothing deeppfake
Disaster that is Gaza.

11/05/2024

THEFT

They have stolen our silence,
the benidictionof animal kind,
by noise of rocket, bazooka and missile,
stealth whine of pay-loaded drones in dozens,
explosion and gunfire, crash-colapse of office
and residential towers,as if after thinking about it.

In the short hiatus when attackers must sleep,
which some will dignify as a ceasefire,
the only respite is in awaiting next round,
reverberations of the current yet to ease.

Negotiations in the long run, perhaps many
centuries on, could return degraded land mass.

But blasted quiet has no superglue, nor redemption.

29/04/2024

Mother and Child

RAFAH 2024

upholding of affection’s in the touch.
She cuddles her child as best she can,
his head looks too big for his body
resting on her thin shoulder in sobs
his child bones visible through epidermis,
his torso like a .framework in brownpaper.
She spoons him soup made by.slow-boiling
bark seasoned with her last two basil leaves.
She is watching her child stave by acts of others
she has barely thought of until now with blockades.
He wheezes,coughs chokes and bursts into tears.
Her stoic love holds,then crashes in everlasting waves.

28/04/2024

Mother and Child
ADELAIDE 1974

Origin of affection’s in the touch.
A naked woman clasps to herself a child
naked herself but for pants she slept in,
walking sleepy bundle holding sleepy bundle
before the one deposits the other down
while she the carrier showers to wake herself.
A watcher could have turned away and cried
for given love, and for this education.

The child she held was female.
May she have a gentle life.

RAFAH 2024

Origin of affection’s in the touch.
She cuddles her child as best she can,
his head looks too big for his body
resting on her thin shoulder in sobs
his child bones visible through epidermis
his torso like a .framework in brownpaper.
She is watching her child stave by acts of others
she has barely thought of until now with blockades.
He wheezes,coughs chokes and bursts into tears.
Hers stoic love holds,then crashes in everlasting waves.

07/04/2024

SMALL

Altering clocks for daylight saving
is puny once climate change is raging.

28/03/2024

OLD TESTAMENT/
NEW TALMUD

Suffer the little children
to stave unto us,
even baby at breast
whose mother I malnourish,
my men and minions
stopping water supplies,
flour, humus and food,
blockade foreign aid
of milk, formula or fuel.

It’s good to see good
people on purpose
see skeletal shiver
for four famished days
of their child they clutch,
helpless with hope close
till the last convulsion.
Then wail and weep
as elderly go early,
ague hastened by age.
Other adults agonise
sorely while starving.

Wide world, weaker West,
watch us!

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