Brendan Ryan Brendan Ryan i(A22755 works by)
Born: Established: 1963 Victoria, ;
Gender: Male
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1 The Snaking Accuracy of Cow Trails Brendan Ryan , 2024 single work poetry
— Appears in: Dombóvár : Newcastle Poetry Prize Anthology 2024 2024;
1 The Potato Bag Needle i "Scooping up potatoes", Brendan Ryan , 2024 single work poetry
— Appears in: The Weekend Australian , 27-28 January 2024; (p. 17)
1 Taking It Slow i "My great-grandfather liked to take things slowly", Brendan Ryan , 2023 single work poetry
— Appears in: Westerly , vol. 68 no. 1 2023; (p. 116-117) Best of Australian Poems 2023 2023; (p. 148)
1 1 y separately published work icon Feldspar Brendan Ryan , Kambah : Recent Work Press , 2023 26411905 2023 selected work poetry

'Feldspar, the new collection of poetry from Brendan Ryan, is unflinching in its focus on rural landscapes, the treatment of farm animals and the humble lives of people often missing from poetry. There are odes to invigilators, truck drivers, a family member who took to walking, laments for dogs and the hardened realities of country living. A sense of longing for and loss from the country is a sub-text for poems that reveal how place is never only a geographical location, but more of a state of mind to be revisited again and again and where belonging can also be found in music, driving or looking at the country you inevitably return to.' (Publication summary)

1 A Longing for Place Brendan Ryan Launches ‘Save As’ by A Frances Johnson Brendan Ryan , 2023 single work review
— Appears in: Rochford Street Review , vol. 36 no. 1 2023;

— Review of Save As A. Frances Johnson , 2021 selected work poetry

'I am honoured to be asked to launch Amanda Johnson’s fourth book of poetry, Save As. I have known Amanda for some years, and like the person herself, I found this collection of poetry to be playful, funny, critical, smart and a pleasure to be immersed in.'  (Introduction)

1 Driving through Mallee Towns i "Straight roads give you time to think", Brendan Ryan , 2022 single work poetry
— Appears in: Foam:e , March no. 19 2022;
1 What I Return to and Miss i "Like random thoughts of the coming week", Brendan Ryan , 2022 single work poetry
— Appears in: Foam:e , March no. 19 2022;
1 Bleached Paddocks i "Driving light of harvested paddocks", Brendan Ryan , 2022 single work poetry
— Appears in: Meanjin , September vol. 81 no. 3 2022; (p. 117)
1 Watching the News i "My mother’s hands are quivering.", Brendan Ryan , 2022 single work poetry
— Appears in: The Weekend Australian , 22 October 2022; (p. 18)
1 The Stick Shed of Murtoa i "We wander into darkness by a side entrance", Brendan Ryan , 2022 single work poetry
— Appears in: StylusLit , March no. 11 2022;
1 Turning My Back on Australians Overseas i "Trafalgar Square, 4 a.m., waiting", Brendan Ryan , 2021 single work poetry
— Appears in: Antipodes , vol. 35 no. 1 2021; (p. 116)
1 A Tin Kettling i "They wander across paddocks banging saucepans.", Brendan Ryan , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: Antipodes , vol. 34 no. 2 2020; (p. 349)
1 y separately published work icon Walk like a Cow : A Memoir Brendan Ryan , Hobart : Walleah Press , 2020 23853893 2020 single work autobiography

'Australian poet Brendan Ryan speaks about his life in this memoir of "the child, the youth and the young man finding his footing amidst the mysteries of cows and the ruthless cycles of the farm, the dry-eyed melancholy of the milking-shed and the mercy of the weather. Here also are the puzzles of existence contained in parents and siblings, in small things and small talk, and the revelations of the school bus and the school. This is a classic memoir: Brendan Ryan's words come at us directly, and often with startling intensity, from indelible experience. And we feel his need to return." (Don Watson, 2020)' (Publication summary)

1 Feldspar i "In a dark light, edges of the granite", Brendan Ryan , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: Island , no. 160 2020; (p. 86) Rochford Street Review , vol. 37 no. 2 2023;
1 A Father’s Silences i "Were you with a girl at the footy?", Brendan Ryan , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: The Weekend Australian , 25 April 2020; (p. 18)
1 Between the Pen and the Roundabout i "Ear-tagged, matted coats drenched by rain", Brendan Ryan , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: Meanjin , Autumn vol. 79 no. 1 2020;
1 The Tools in His Car Boot i "Hammers, a set of screwdrivers, a file, a Stillson,", Brendan Ryan , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: The Weekend Australian , 15 February 2020; (p. 24)
1 Weeding : A Love Poem i "Couch grass, bindweed, dock and dandelion.", Brendan Ryan , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: Antipodes , June vol. 33 no. 1 2019; (p. 147)
1 1 y separately published work icon The Lowlands of Moyne Brendan Ryan , North Hobart : Walleah Press , 2019 18863407 2019 selected work poetry

'Ryan draws poetry from the tough work of dairy farming and factories, poetry that transcends time and class, it's a joy to read this book, laced with dry humour and a complex humanity. Hard edged yet inviting. Ryan has a light touch and a gathering depth. 'The Lowlands of Moyne' is rich with living, an exciting and positive book, poetry
that glows in the darkness. -Robert Adamson ' (Publication summary)

1 The Killers Brendan Ryan , 2018 single work essay
— Appears in: Long Paddock , December vol. 78 no. 3 2018;
'One of the essential jobs that we had to do on the farm was to kill a sheep so that our family could have some meat to eat. We ate most parts of the sheep; lamb chops, ribs, Mum boiled the sheep’s bones for sheep’s broth and the sheep’s liver. The liver was a prized delicacy carried into the kitchen, still warm and slippery from the freshly slaughtered sheep. Killing the sheep was a job that involved a certain amount of drama; rousing up my brothers and sisters to help catch the sheep or killers as we called them, the heightened moments of trying to grab one and then the slaughter itself. Once our cattle dogs sensed that a sheep was going to be caught they danced around in circles, wagging their tails, looking to Dad for directions before he shooed them towards the sheep paddock a short distance from our house.' (Introduction)
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