Hey, glad to hear that Andrew's book is finally being allowed into
Aussie bookstores, as its been about a year of fighting for that I
guess. And let me second Andrew (Burke)'s praise for this huge
Collected Poems. Andrew Taylor has been a quiet but major figure on the
Australian poetry scene for many years now, a poet, scholar, critic
most discerning.
Doug
On 21-Jul-05, at 12:37 AM, Andrew Burke wrote:
> Thanks for that anecdote and information, Stephen. Yep, that could
> explain
> it. Great. I don't like mysteries which remain to bug my head.
>
> Andrew
>
> I'd like to put a plug in here for a friend's book: Andrew Taylor's
> COLLECTED POEMS, pub. SALT. There was a great review in the Weekend
> Australian from Barry Hill, so Australians can now buy it for $33. It
> is
> huge - over $600 pages. Some of the recent poems are just wonderful -
> written about kayaking on the hidden reaches of the Swan River, etc,
> and
> about his near-death experience with cancer just a couple of years
> ago. Go
> get it. It's a very interesting collection to read from front to back.
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Stephen Vincent" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Thursday, July 21, 2005 9:07 AM
> Subject: Re: snap again Burke
>
>
>> The "manic" concern, Andrew, if I can speak from personal experience,
>> may
>> have been from hyperthermia (i.e., walking too much without water).
>> That
>> happened to me once in New York City in a December at about zero
>> degree
>> temperature - I got to walking and could not stop all day and found
>> myself
>> at six o'clock in a big fever sweat in a Korean restaurant trying to
>> take
>> down noodle soup. Well, the story goes on. Somebody helped me figure
>> out
>> (later) that it was hyperthermia - which always wants to make you go
> faster
>> and faster.
>>
>> Stephen
>>
>>
>
>
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