My burst of unnecessary alliteration comes from my most recent stroke of luck. As most of my life fulfillment springs directly from one retail spree or act of capitalist consumption, I wanted to report on a most excellent bargain bin find I purchased for $2 in the Broadway Dymocks while waiting for friends. It is Chris Andrews’ book of poems called cut lunch.
Now I dont’ understand much about poetry but I know when things make perfect sense to me. Some great lines are-
…she’s like a dropped pencil with multiple fractures in the lead
– from Book Group
…turning pages lifted off his sleep
– from Flu
Charming and eloquently real. This small book and Vanessa’s Strawberry Hills Forever reinvigorates my interest in Australian writing. Although I’d like to know who has my copy of Justin’s Mundiad?