Hugh,
Have you read the Australian comedian John Clarke's 'take' on the
established poetry canon? It's called 'The Book of Australian Verse' and I
was hunting for it today, with no luck. I'll paraphrase from Clarke's send
up of Sylvia Plath:
>From the bio-note: "Sylvia Blath lived in Perth and wrote about illness and
death. Sometimes she did it ironically, but always, behind all the fun, were
illness and death."
And from the poems:
"I clapped my partly German hand
on my partly Polish one. Achtung! Der often!
Schnell!
...
Bum bugger shit f**k poo,
Daddy daddy, you bastard, I'm through
Germaine, I can hardly hear you,
this is a very bad line."
Ahem.
Cassie
On Thu, 6 Jul 2000 09:11:05 +1000, [log in to unmask] wrote:
> from an article by Martin Flanagan
> The Age June 24 2000
>
> (following on from the party story,
> just related)
>
> Relating that story causes her to
> erupt with mirth. Not that she liked
> Plath, whom she considered self-
> absorbed and alarmingly ambitious,
> sharing the general view that the
> American's early verse was glib and
> pretentious. One of her poems,
> Scott recalls, was titled "Three Caryatids
> Without a Portico by Hugh Robus: A
> Study in Sculptural Dimensions".
>
>
> ... "If Miss Plath can let things slip a bit without
> gushing her next book may remove all one's doubts."
> Roy Fuller, London Magazine, 1961.
>
>
> Which aside from the dated form of address,
> seems about fair of The Colossus.
>
> Best
>
> Hugh Tolhurst
>
>
>
>
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