The last few weeks have seen me caught up in a succession of trade fairs. It's been hectic but endlessly fascinating. For example, I love listening to my Spanish colleagues dealing with other nationalities in English. Or rather in a new language that's derived from English, casting new light on it.
This context makes returning to poetry even more of a cleansing process than usual. Gwen Harwood's Mappings of the Plane's on my desk at the moment and I'll blog about her poems in due course, while a couple of extremely promising Happenstance pamphlets are also pending my attention.
GPH24 Donkey Rides MO24 FHP24 FHP24 Tranquil Ancient races lie buried in
time, beneath a bucolic calm. Docile cattle graze, soft-mouthed and
unknowing, amo...
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