Cellnight: A verse novel

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A unique experience. A novel in тАШspindleтАЩ sonnets. A drama. An impassioned cry for a beautiful and stolen world under threat. A тАШprotesterтАЩ who has been living in a shallow cave in the limestone cliff in front of Bathers Beach under the colonial Round House prison in Fremantle is arrested for demonstrating against the late 80тАЩs visit of the nuclear-armed 7th Fleet. In the cells the тАШprotesterтАЩ witnesses police violence and threatens to tell what they have seen. An act of declaration becomes entangled with what is happening outside the cells. This haunting incantation looks back before and after these events, to the present day. The sea, the coast around Fremantle, the 'Scarp', all come into play in a work that attempts to decolonise the space, to contest nuclear, military and colonial power without claiming any rights over country.

тАШIn this verse-paced novel Kinsella never quite uses AudenтАЩs phrase in The Fall of Rome тАФ тАШaltogether elsewhereтАЩ тАФ but we sense the priorities and judgement of the natural environment, and of an older world. Coastal birds and dolphins are among his observers, and we too feel the wind and ocean currents fall and rise so that, despite surveillance and silencing, we may also remember and join in bearing witness.тАЩ тАФ Kim Scott

тАШA book against laughter and forgetting if ever there was one. Moving, incandescent, quietly devastatingтАжCellnight is contemplative, fiercely elegiac, and a panoramic ode to Whadjuk Noongar country and anti-ode to its settler colonial overlay. As Kendrick Lamar said: the judge make time. So does Kinsella.тАЩ тАФ Declan Fry

тАШTo open Cellnight is to encounter John KinsellaтАЩs catтАЩs cradle of a verse novel тАФ intersecting threads pulled tight and tense between prison bars, protest signs, booze bottles and warships. Feathered visitors also flit among the narrative fibres, bearing witness to the fists raised over prone and vulnerable bodies in the carceral corners of a swelling port city.тАЩ тАФ Cass Lynch

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John Kinsella lives on Ballardong Noongar land at тАШJam Tree GullyтАЩ in the Western Australian wheatbelt, and went to high school on Yamaji land in Geraldton, and has also lived in USA, UK, Ireland and other zones. His recent publications include the poetry volumes The Weave with Thurston Moore (UWAP 2020) and The Ascension of Sheep, Collected Poems Volume One (1980-2005) (UWAP 2021). Previous story collections include the awards-listed Pushing Back (Transit Lounge 2021) and Old Growth (Transit Lounge 2017). His memoir Displaced: A rural life was published by Transit Lounge in 2020.

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