{"id":3870,"date":"2020-09-11T09:23:54","date_gmt":"2020-09-10T22:53:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/?p=3870"},"modified":"2020-09-15T15:30:34","modified_gmt":"2020-09-15T05:00:34","slug":"poetry-spotlight-snow-queen-ali-whitelock","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/2020\/09\/poetry-spotlight-snow-queen-ali-whitelock\/","title":{"rendered":"POETRY SPOTLIGHT: \u2018fiona &#038; the snow queen\u2019 by Ali Whitelock"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/2020\/09\/poetry-spotlight-snow-queen-ali-whitelock\/\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"3885\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/2020\/09\/poetry-spotlight-snow-queen-ali-whitelock\/p-o-e-t-r-y-s-e-r-i-e-s-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/P-o-e-t-r-y-S-e-r-i-e-s.jpg?fit=2240%2C1260&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"2240,1260\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"P o e t r y S e r i e s\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/P-o-e-t-r-y-S-e-r-i-e-s.jpg?fit=584%2C329&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-3885 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/P-o-e-t-r-y-S-e-r-i-e-s.jpg?resize=584%2C329&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"and my heart crumples like a coke can by Ali Whitelock\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/P-o-e-t-r-y-S-e-r-i-e-s.jpg?w=2240&amp;ssl=1 2240w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/P-o-e-t-r-y-S-e-r-i-e-s.jpg?resize=300%2C169&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/P-o-e-t-r-y-S-e-r-i-e-s.jpg?resize=768%2C432&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/P-o-e-t-r-y-S-e-r-i-e-s.jpg?resize=1024%2C576&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/P-o-e-t-r-y-S-e-r-i-e-s.jpg?resize=500%2C281&amp;ssl=1 500w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/P-o-e-t-r-y-S-e-r-i-e-s.jpg?w=1168&amp;ssl=1 1168w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/P-o-e-t-r-y-S-e-r-i-e-s.jpg?w=1752&amp;ssl=1 1752w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 584px) 100vw, 584px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>Our spotlight shines once again on Ali Whitelock, this time featuring a poem from her first collection published by Wakefield Press, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/product.php?productid=1437\"><em>and my heart crumples like a coke can<\/em><\/a>.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u2018Ali Whitelock writes a poetry of excoriating tenderness. Whitelock is Bukowski with a Glaswegian accent and a nicer wardrobe.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2013 Mark Tredinnick, poet and author of <em>The Blue Plateau, The Little Red Writing Book, Blue Wren Cantos, The Lyre Bird &amp; Other Poems<\/em><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<pre>Post written by Reem Ernst<\/pre>\n<p>Before we discuss the poem for this week, I must introduce myself. My name is Reem Ernst and I started as an intern at Wakefield Press this week. So far, I have done a lot of reading and it has been a breath of fresh air from my adulthood slash quarantine reread of the <em>Twilight<\/em> Saga and the legislation\u00a0I have had to pore over this year.<\/p>\n<p>The poem I have chosen for this week is \u2018fiona &amp; the snow queen\u2019. Ali wrote this poem about her sister-in-law\u2019s recovery from a heart attack at forty and her subsequent induced hypothermic coma. The title itself reveals the modern fairytale-like theme of the poem.<\/p>\n<h1>fiona &amp; the snow queen<\/h1>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/product.php?productid=1437&amp;cat=0&amp;page=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"3887\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/2020\/09\/poetry-spotlight-snow-queen-ali-whitelock\/screen-shot-2020-09-10-at-10-27-38-am\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/Screen-Shot-2020-09-10-at-10.27.38-AM.png?fit=498%2C642&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"498,642\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Screen Shot 2020-09-10 at 10.27.38 AM\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/Screen-Shot-2020-09-10-at-10.27.38-AM.png?fit=498%2C642&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-3887\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/Screen-Shot-2020-09-10-at-10.27.38-AM.png?resize=498%2C642&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"fiona and the snow queen, Ali Whitelock\" width=\"498\" height=\"642\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/Screen-Shot-2020-09-10-at-10.27.38-AM.png?w=498&amp;ssl=1 498w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/Screen-Shot-2020-09-10-at-10.27.38-AM.png?resize=233%2C300&amp;ssl=1 233w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 498px) 100vw, 498px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I enjoyed the use of personification in this poem; this was a technique we were taught back in primary school and one I have always been hesitant to use since then for fear of sounding clich\u00e9. Ali personifies her sister-in-law&#8217;s hypothermic coma as the Snow Queen, and her execution of this poetic technique is delicate and meaningful, and not at all clich\u00e9.<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<h1>The line &#8216;whether the frosts of her winter will thaw and the first green shoots of her spring&#8217; evokes a sense of hope despite the uncertainty the author and her brother face whilst waiting at their loved one&#8217;s bedside.<\/h1>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Through this poem, I could feel the bond that Ali has with her sister-in-law as she observes her &#8216;dreamlike state&#8217; in the hospital, knowing that she, in her coma, is also declaring this situation &#8216;utter shite&#8217;. While the author can rely on her writing to cope with the painful situation \u2013 to document what has happened through beautiful metaphor and dark humour \u2013 it seems as though her brother does not have the same outlet, stating that &#8216;he does not want to talk about what might happen&#8217;.<a href=\"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/product.php?productid=1437\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"3882\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/2020\/09\/poetry-spotlight-snow-queen-ali-whitelock\/november-sun-shines-where-ive-come-from-the-north-wind-shrills-here-and-i-pace-the-frozen-silence\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/november-sun-shines-where-ive-come-from.-the-north-wind-shrills-here-and-i-pace-the-frozen-silence.jpg?fit=1080%2C1080&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1080,1080\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"november sun shines where i&amp;#8217;ve come from. the north wind shrills here and i pace the frozen silence\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/november-sun-shines-where-ive-come-from.-the-north-wind-shrills-here-and-i-pace-the-frozen-silence.jpg?fit=584%2C584&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"alignright wp-image-3882\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/november-sun-shines-where-ive-come-from.-the-north-wind-shrills-here-and-i-pace-the-frozen-silence.jpg?resize=314%2C314&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"iona i came from far by Ali Whitelock\" width=\"314\" height=\"314\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/november-sun-shines-where-ive-come-from.-the-north-wind-shrills-here-and-i-pace-the-frozen-silence.jpg?w=1080&amp;ssl=1 1080w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/november-sun-shines-where-ive-come-from.-the-north-wind-shrills-here-and-i-pace-the-frozen-silence.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/november-sun-shines-where-ive-come-from.-the-north-wind-shrills-here-and-i-pace-the-frozen-silence.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/november-sun-shines-where-ive-come-from.-the-north-wind-shrills-here-and-i-pace-the-frozen-silence.jpg?resize=768%2C768&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/november-sun-shines-where-ive-come-from.-the-north-wind-shrills-here-and-i-pace-the-frozen-silence.jpg?resize=1024%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/november-sun-shines-where-ive-come-from.-the-north-wind-shrills-here-and-i-pace-the-frozen-silence.jpg?resize=144%2C144&amp;ssl=1 144w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 314px) 100vw, 314px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>What the brother does have is his musical talent,\u00a0first playing remixes of their songs out loud and then singing to his partner himself, hoping she can hear him.\u00a0This is even more touching when you recall that the sister-in-law had been the one singing songs out of tune in the hospital, before the Snow Queen visited her.<\/p>\n<p>At the end of the poem, Ali remarks that her brother is musical and she is not; all she can do is &#8216;record in words to say what has happened&#8217;. However, although her brother has something that he can give his partner\u00a0<em>now<\/em>, the ability to write in the way Ali does is equally as powerful an act of love for her sister-in-law. Though this poem does not have an ending, I hope the ending in real life was a good one.<\/p>\n<h1>Watch Ali\u2019s reading of this lovely piece, along with video footage of Scotland by her brother, Andy Whitelock.<\/h1>\n<p>Watch the video embedded below or follow this\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=IejA31dpJEE&amp;ab_channel=aliwhitelock\"><strong>link<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/IejA31dpJEE?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Discover more about Ali Whitelock\u2019s <a href=\"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/product.php?productid=1437\"><i>and my heart crumples like a coke can<\/i><\/a>, as well as her\u00a0newest poetry collection,\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/product.php?productid=1564\"><em>the lactic acid in the calves of your despair<\/em><\/a>, on our website.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Support Wakefield Press by buying our beautiful books! Visit our <a href=\"http:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/\">website<\/a> or contact us on 08 8352 4455 for more information, or to purchase a book (or three!). We can post your purchase to your doorstep!<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Our spotlight shines once again on Ali Whitelock, this time featuring a poem from her first collection published by Wakefield Press, and my heart crumples like a coke can. \u2018Ali Whitelock writes a poetry of excoriating tenderness. Whitelock is Bukowski &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/2020\/09\/poetry-spotlight-snow-queen-ali-whitelock\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[315,855],"tags":[864,856,46,861,862,858,859],"class_list":["post-3870","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-2","category-poetry-spotlight","tag-australian-poetry","tag-poems","tag-poetry","tag-poetry-by-women","tag-poetry-spotlight","tag-poets","tag-women-poets"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4v1Of-10q","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3870","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/12"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3870"}],"version-history":[{"count":16,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3870\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3897,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3870\/revisions\/3897"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3870"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3870"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3870"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}