It’s hard to resist: Jacket 17, a hoax issue, with some of my favourite poets: the 1943 Australian hoax poet Ern Malley, John Ashbery (influenced by Ern Malley when an impressionable young man) and German poet Hans Magnus Enzensberger — the Chancellor of Irony, the Goethe of our age and an old friend. And more. Continue reading “Jacket 17: The Hoax Issue”
It’s simplifying things to call John Berger a Eurocentric left-wing analyst of art and culture, but I’m going to do it. Continue reading “John Berger: Xerography”
“For one thing, I’ve always admired trees. I just worship them. Think what trees have witnessed, what history, such as living through the Civil War, yet they still survive.”
Continue reading “I talk to the trees: Kim Novak interview 2004”
I often I find the word ‘get’ or ‘got’ needlessly overused on the internet and in papers and magazines, but is it really ugly? Continue reading “Is “get” ugly?”
My wife and daughter were going to see King Richard III with Kevin Spacey and the Old Vic team at a Sydney theatre this afternoon (they loved it), so I minded my grandson and cooked a vindaloo. Continue reading “A Nipping and an Eager Vindaloo”
“Most of us manage on a kelpie’s breakfast: a drink of water and a good look around.” — Doug Anderson, television reviewer, «Sydney Morning Herald», December 2011.
The Kelpie is a medium-sized Australian farm dog with great endurance and a cheerful and independent temperament, good at mustering and droving sheep, cattle and other ungulates. Kelpies come in a variety of colours and blends, mainly chocolate, tan and black, and are popular around the world.
«Orbiter Dicta: The Sayings of the Astronauts»
It’s not often that I find myself keen to talk about a book that I haven’t read, and don’t intend to read from beginning to end, but that’s what I’m going to do today. The book is «Hypnerotomachia Poliphili», by Francesco Colonna, translated into English, fully, for the first time. Continue reading “The Most Beautiful Book in the World”
No, it wasn’t an evil plot, and it wasn’t stupid hippy poets whose bad verse turned everyone off poetry forever. It was publishers, and their craven FOI, or Fear Of Investors. Continue reading “Who killed poetry publishing?”