Nina Powles on hunger, food and poetry with @LyndaChanwaiEar on National Radio

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“You must be hungry girls,” he said. We were in Shanghai, 14 or 15, eating dumplings. We absolutely were hungry girls, I don’t just mean food. We were hungry for everything, in every sense of the word.”  – Nina Powles.

“Love is a bowl of noodles. Eating noodles reminds me of being at home, and also being very, very far away from home.” Nina Powles, Mooncake poetry zine, Shanghai, 2016.

“The first character of my mother’s name, Wen, is made of rain and language.  According to my dictionary, together they mean “multi-coloured clouds” or “cloud tints.” There are so many things I am trying to hold together. I write them down each day to stop them from slipping. Mouthfuls of rain, the blue undersides of clouds, her hydrangeas in the dark.”  Nina Powles, Field Notes On A Downpour, zine, Shanghai 2016.

 

I heard this  conversation replayed at 5 am this morning and it is terrific!

Coincidentally, I am about to post Nina’s contribution to the Autumn Season.

 

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