I finished reading through Andrew Burke's book yesterday: among other things, he does the mundane very well. The day to day as narrative, mostly, & he does it with a certain wit & generosity.
The book is more new poems than old, so people here will have seen quite a few of the poems before: from China & The Kimberley, as well as that passage through the hospital a year or so back, & that's a fine litfle serial poem.
Andrew: I really enjoy the range & the way you find so much in the ordinary of life. The book is nicely bookended by an earlier poem, Whittling, that suggests poems as 'counterpoint to memory' & a recent one, Form as extension of Nature, that reminds us that in the world, 'Centuries of change / formed these words.'
A great way to look at it.
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Continuations & Continuations 2 (with Sheila E Murphy)
Why canít words mean what they say?