thanks to a founding member of the Australian Communist Party

As some of you know, I’ve been, as the euphemism goes, “between jobs”. Nine months after finishing a post-graduate course, I’d lost count of the number of positions I’d applied for, I’d been to about a dozen interviews and been knocked back in many varied polite and complimentary ways. What I’d wanted was to have interesting part-time work that would leave me with enough energy and time to write. All I had so far was time. And, perhaps paradoxically, I wasn’t doing much writing.

I did have something to look forward to, though.  A four-week residency in Perth.

When I arrived at the Katharine Susannah Prichard Writers Centre, it was dark and one part of me was still in the plane, another still in Melbourne. This clean, simple room was to be my home for four weeks. I went for a walk – found suburban mansions, barking dogs and a rushing freeway. But, with a healthy dose of disorientation making things seem a little super-real, I also started to find my feet, and the start of a first poem.

As time went on, I covered a lot of territory. I walked through quite a chunk of the John Forrest NP, up and down almost all of the surrounding Greenmount suburban streets, around Midland’s shops and bus terminals, through the city in the shadow of cranes, and across the surface of Fremantle, wondering about its depths. I was also (thankyou Mardi!) driven around the Swan Valley, as the sun broke across vines and a still-being-completed Memorial Park for Yagan. I also went a long way while just sitting in my room – language and silence, human and animal, solitude, racism, public transport, parenthood, love, history, and more.

I wrote more poems in the four weeks of the residency than I wrote in the twenty weeks before it. This got me thinking – what is it that makes the difference? In what conditions does creativity flourish? It can’t be purely a question of the amount of time on my hands. It seems to me that it’s a complex cocktail – a blend of elements that is impossible to define precisely. But the most important factors to me seem to be a balance of familiarity and strangeness, home and holiday, stillness and stimulation. Plus, that most invaluable resource, time.

There is never any guarantee, but KSP helped bring these elements together. There is a wide window that draws in the sun, the trees, the flashes of parrots flying past. There’s a kettle for coffee. There’s internet access (to track down secondhand bookshops, plot a public transport journey, do important and trivial research, and stay in touch with home). Just up the hill, in the house, there’s a fantastic library, and a host of friendly and passionate writing groups. And further, in the National Park, the other wisdom of the bush. There’s a comfortable chair. And an occasional gentle, friendly knock at the door. Here is a place founded and maintained on an understanding that writing is a valuable, human, political, communal act – a reminder that writing grows not out of thin air, but in the soil of an encouraging and critical community. I arrived home not just to a new part-time job, but also thoroughly reinvigorated about what people can do with words.

I juggled a hundred elements to make a writing workshop – “writing through the body” – a success.  I spoke and read poems at a Literary Dinner, which was friendlier and more informal and fun than the name might indicate.  And mentored an emerging poet.  Oh, and spent time with some superbly keen writers groups – so down-to-earth they were almost subterranean.

So, thankyou to KSP the Writers Centre, but thankyou to KSP the person – Katharine Susannah Prichard, founding member of the Communist Party of Australia, impassioned novelist, scriptwriter, poet, thinker and doer.

Also, thanks to Janet and team at the Perth Poetry Club.  A great spot to check out the rich poetic grass-roots of Perth.


  1. Libby Hart says:

    Such wonderful words, Andy. I think residencies are magical things to be treasured. I can’t provide a just explaination of what happens, but it’s as if a large part of me (and my thinking processes) are able to breath and release the words that have been sitting patiently – as if they were waiting for me – even though I am far from patient because I generally have similiar experiences of low output beforehand). And peace and quiet, nature, and like-minded souls are wonderful midwives aren’t they! 🙂 I look forward to reading (and hearing) your wealth of words. Take care, Libby

    1. amongtheregulars says:

      Thanks, Libby, and you’re right – it’s intangible and mysterious. While I was there, it felt analagous to trying to get a cat onto your lap – sometimes you have to look the other way, pretend you’re not interested, and just wait…

  2. Alana Kelsall says:

    Andy, I’ve enjoyed reading your blogs about the writing process and your thoughts on life. I think going out there
    to write in an unfamiliar place and making it a positive experience is very inspiring. Good on you.
    Keep up the wonderful poems. Alana

    1. amongtheregulars says:

      Cheers, Alana – as long as you keep up yours! 😉 An unfamiliar place can be difficult at times, but it can be really fruitful… as I know you know.

  3. Shey says:

    Andy, I think I can speak for everyone at KSP in saying that we also found your residency with us inspiring. Your visit to the poets@ksp meeting resulted in some new poetry which has been included in our anthology about to be launched on Nov 8 by Claire Potter.

    This week we wrote using the ‘stolen first lines’ method and I found a great line in your poem ‘Something Else’ from ‘Among the regulars’ – ‘The walls absorb the smell of those who arrived and left’. It worked well with a poem I wrote for my verse novella in progress. I wonder if you would mind me doing this (with attribution of course) ?

    Shey (‘conjoined street’)

    1. amongtheregulars says:

      Thanks Shey! Best of luck with the launch – launches are always great celebrations, justifiably. Feel free to use the line (a friend of mine Ian McBryde did a similar thing in a poem of his, in his most recent book) – I consider it a big compliment. Cheers, Andy.

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