"The first name you gave her was always secret
as the little clump of cells grew large, as bones
hardened under the softness of growing limbs,
the curve of torso. You kept it to yourself."
Martin Dolan is a Canberra poet who has been writing and publishing for twenty-five years. He has given up moonlighting as a public servant to pursue a PhD candidature in creative writing at the University of Canberra.
From the epic of Gilgamesh to the laws of thermodynamics, from Rimbaud in Paris to unheard voices of literature, Sleeping Dogs is a visceral and often acerbic collection marked by Martin Dolan’s taut, undeniable lines and precise, crystalline language.
..a more attractive approach – and a truer one – is for the poet to step away and let the moment be itself. In this way, his or her moment becomes our moment. The more particular it is, the more universal it becomes. This is Martin’s way. Things that could seem insignificant become imbued with substance, the small becomes momentous, whether it be a sparrow slamming into a glass window, a sunset on a daily jog, bees, dung beetles, letters, the cutting of a garden plant, dust, a greeting card, a road in the moonlight, words themselves or children engaged in trick-or-treat. Little things are not little things. His universe knows no hierarchy.