UPHILL PICNIC by Tania Theodorou
reading by Tania Theodoru at 6.30pm
Saturday May 17, 6pm
As all things, it begins in the sea — where I am most me — and drags you along to all sorts of places I felt the need to revisit in your company: my rural high-school, a game of football in the village square, watching my cousin Lila leave home after a fight with her mum, that patch of light where sorrow suns herself, the time I felt at peace with disparity, and of course, all the way uphill to attend a picnic.
Each cover is silk-screened and glued on by hand, each page lovingly folded and bound with blue thread by Lina Ozerkina.
Every poem in this book has been a work in progress for the longest part of its existence. It has been an exercise both in restraint and in abandon. I see them as a series of reflections that finally came of age.