Quote:
A waterbird landed but didn’t make
much of an impression — a damp squib
by comparison — though a couple
of old timers couldn’t take their
eyes off it. Bloody voyeurs
somebody muttered, and the bird,
as if taking offence on their behalf,
lifted and vanished into the confident
glow of the poem, the crowd
encrypting itself into the scene’s
diffident colouration, troughed
and crested like the hum of the current.
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Henry!
Silly line-breaks?
What are you saying?
This is John Kinsella, the
wunderkind of Australian poetry. This is where it is at, man. This stuff is what makes the po-mo poetry world tick.
It also happens to be a good reason why contemporary poetry is read by contemporary poets -
and absolutely no one else!
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Mark Allinson
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