Shall report on Auckland as I find it later, Doug.
I rely on the Sky casino to subsidise my meals in its restaurants while
elsewhere in its tower my wife's speech pathology conference proceeds.
I emailed those verses to Alan Roddick in Dunedin, he who wrote the first
(short) book on the poetry of Allen Curnow (who taught me Yeats in 1962).
Alan replies:
"Wasnšt that floral clock the one in the Curnow poem, with a bee in a bloom
on the long arm of a floral clockš who couldnšt possibly tell the right
timeš?
If so, then it ought to have been preserved as a piece of literary history
although that sentiment is probably the reason why it will not have been!"
I regret to admit not recalling the title of this Curnow poem.
Last week his biographer, Terry Sturm, let me read his excellent draft
chapter on Curnow's great book, 'Trees, Effigies, Moving Objects'. Terry's
ill-health threatens the completion of his book, he tells me. Shall visit
him next week in Auckland.
Max
On 22/5/08 1:44 AM, "Douglas Barbour" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> What!? a casino? Say it ain't so, Max.
>
> I hope that flower clock is still there. I loved the square below the
> hill, & the bookshops, yes.
>
> May it be at least somewhat better than you sadly anticipate....
>
> Doug
> On 20-May-08, at 6:33 PM, Max Richards wrote:
>
>> Revisiting Auckland
>
> Douglas Barbour
> [log in to unmask]
>
> http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/
>
> Latest books:
> Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
> http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
> Wednesdays'
>
http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-from-aboveground-press_10.htm>
l
>
> and this is 'life' and we owe at least this much
> contemplation to our western fact: to Rise,
> Decline, Fall, to futility and larks,
> to the bright crustaceans of the oversky.
>
> Phyllis Webb
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