<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655</id><updated>2012-02-17T16:36:04.914+13:00</updated><category term='bibliography'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Dean Havard'/><category term='1989'/><category term='1997'/><category term='Pohutukawa Press'/><category term='monograph'/><category term='art'/><category term='prizes'/><category term='Mark Pirie'/><category term='Michael Steven'/><category term='John Denny'/><category term='travel'/><category term='novel'/><category term='HeadworX'/><category term='Gabriel White'/><category term='1998'/><category term='2000'/><category term='journal'/><category term='novella'/><category term='catalogue'/><category term='Social and Cultural Studies'/><category term='review'/><category term='Brett Cross'/><category term='2008'/><category term='Marco Sonzogni'/><category term='2001'/><category term='Martin Edmond'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='Leicester Kyle Literary Estate'/><category term='1991'/><category term='seminar'/><category term='information'/><category term='Theresia Liemlienio Marshall'/><category term='Christine Cole-Catley'/><category term='Ian St George'/><category term='2007'/><category term='Kendrick Smithyman'/><category term='Kilmog Press'/><category term='chronology'/><category term='Otago University Press'/><category term='1995'/><category term='online'/><category term='lecture'/><category term='Titus Books'/><category term='2002'/><category term='Narcissus Press'/><category term='1990'/><category term='Euripides'/><category term='2006'/><category term='Raewyn Alexander'/><category term='1996'/><category term='Writers Group'/><category term='Aeschylus'/><category term='Perdrix Press'/><category term='Kathryn Lee'/><category term='Colenso Society'/><category term='2011'/><category term='1994'/><category term='Wendy Harrex'/><category term='Pania Press'/><category term='Scott Hamilton'/><category term='coursebook'/><category term='2003'/><category term='Massey University'/><category term='1984'/><category term='Graeme Lay'/><category term='Jan Kemp'/><category term='Grant Duncan'/><category term='panel'/><category term='Alan Brunton'/><category term='Elizabeth Caffin'/><category term='short stories'/><category term='2004'/><category term='Edinburgh University'/><category term='1986'/><category term='Alistair Paterson'/><category term='Richard Taylor'/><category term='Tina Shaw'/><category term='Mary Paul'/><category term='1992'/><category term='Reed'/><category term='chapbook'/><category term='Cape Catley'/><category term='Drummond Press'/><category term='Ted Jenner'/><category term='1987'/><category term='translation'/><category term='photography'/><category term='1999'/><category term='2010'/><category term='anthology'/><category term='book'/><category term='2005'/><category term='William T. Ayton'/><category term='Tracey Slaughter'/><category term='essay'/><category term='1993'/><category term='Soapbox Press'/><category term='edited'/><category term='contents'/><category term='1988'/><category term='Danger Publishing'/><category term='1982'/><category term='Katherine Liddy'/><category term='Puriri Press'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='AUP'/><category term='film'/><category term='Jen Crawford'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='Bronwyn Lloyd'/><category term='Bumper Books'/><category term='Leicester Kyle'/><title type='text'>Works &amp; Days</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Curriculum Vitae: Biography - Bibliography - Chronology - Papers - Performances &amp;amp; Reviews&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-6406272662339250504</id><published>2011-10-25T08:30:00.014+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:58:45.085+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Site-map</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Ssuiy7hR8LI/AAAAAAAACe8/Dx4Nc8quabA/s1600-h/chartres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Ssuiy7hR8LI/AAAAAAAACe8/Dx4Nc8quabA/s400/chartres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389580374933369010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.crystalinks.com/labyrinths.html"&gt;The Chartres Labyrinth&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Bibliography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bibliographical site which I maintain for my own convenience, as a one-stop shop for recording new publications and reviews - mainly because it's much more convenient to copy information from here than to have to retype it every time I have to compile another cv or book-list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else who wants to is welcome to use it in the same way. Having spent so much time trying to reconcile contradictory bibliographies of the authors I'm interested in, I think the value of a single, authorised list of publications is indisputable. It's not so much conceit as good sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jack Ross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2RN2QHm9h00/TqXpwtBLwGI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/MprtRd5N3gQ/s1600/Powertool%2BRecords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2RN2QHm9h00/TqXpwtBLwGI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/MprtRd5N3gQ/s400/Powertool%2BRecords.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667192729043189858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Powertool Records (c.2007) &lt;br /&gt;[photograph: Scott Hamilton]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/books.html"&gt;Books&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/city-of-strange-brunettes-1998.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;City of Strange Brunettes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. ISBN 0-473-05446-9. Auckland: Pohutukawa Press, 1998.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/nights-with-giordano-bruno-2000.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nights with Giordano Bruno: A Novel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. ISBN 0-9582225-0-9. Wellington: Bumper Books, 2000.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/chantals-book-2002.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chantal’s Book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. ISBN 0-473-08744-8. Wellington: HeadworX, 2002.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/monkey-miss-her-now-2004.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monkey Miss Her Now &amp;amp; Everything a Teenage Girl Should Know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. ISBN 0-476-00182-X. Auckland: Titus Books, 2004.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/trouble-in-mind-2005.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trouble in Mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Titus Novella Series. ISBN 0-9582586-1-9. Auckland: Titus Books, 2005.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/imaginary-museum-of-atlantis-2006.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis: A Novel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. ISBN 0-9582586-8-6. Auckland: Titus Books, 2006.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-terezin-2007.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Terezín: A Travelogue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Afterword by Martin Edmond. Social and Cultural Studies, 8. ISSN 1175-7132. Auckland: Massey University, 2007.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2008/03/emo-2008.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EMO: A Novel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3. Auckland: Titus Books, 2008.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2010/08/kingdom-of-alt-2010.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. ISBN 978-1-877441-15-8. Auckland: Titus Books, 2010.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/chapbooks.html"&gt;Chapbooks&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guillaume Apollinaire. &lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/aubade-1987.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aubade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Translated by Jack Ross. Illustration by Mark Haddon. Edinburgh: Drummond Press, 1987.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/killing-time-1997.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Killing Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 1997.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/pounds-fascist-cantos-1997.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ezra Pound’s Fascist Cantos (72 &amp;amp; 73) together with Rimbaud’s “Poets at Seven Years Old.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Translated by Jack Ross. Auckland: Perdrix Press.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/town-like-parataxis-2000.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Town Like Parataxis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Photographs by Gabriel White. ISBN 0-473-07104-5. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2000.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/perfect-storm-2000.html"&gt;The Perfect Storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Video by Gabriel White. ISBN 0-473-07350-1. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2000.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/britney-suite-2001.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Britney Suite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2001.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/bus-called-mr-nice-guy-2005.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Bus Called Mr Nice Guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. ISBN 0-473-10526-8. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2005.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-in-wartime-2006.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love in Wartime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Wellington: Pania Press, 2007.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/papyri-2007.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papyri: Love poems &amp;amp; fragments from Sappho &amp;amp; elsewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. ISBN 978-0-473-12397-0. Auckland: Soapbox Press, 2007.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2009/05/minotaur-2009.html"&gt;Minotaur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Translated by Jack Ross. Auckland: Pania Press, 2009.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2009/05/je-donne-mon-espoir-2009.html"&gt;Je donne à mon espoir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Translated by Jack Ross. Auckland: Pania Press, 2009.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2009/09/return-of-vanishing-new-zealander-2009_16.html"&gt;The Return of the Vanishing New Zealander&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ISBN 978-0-9864507-6-1. Dunedin: Kilmog Press, 2009.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2009/12/argo-wahine-2009.html"&gt;The Argo &amp; The Wahine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Story by Bronwyn Lloyd / Poems by Jack Ross. Auckland: Pania Press, 2009.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2009/12/silhouette-2009.html"&gt;Silhouette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Artwork by Bronwyn Lloyd. Auckland: Pania Press, 2009.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2011/05/scenes-from-puppet-oresteia-2011.html"&gt;Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Artwork by William T. Ayton. ISBN 978-0-473-18881-8. Rhinebeck, NY: Narcissus Press / Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2011.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/edited.html"&gt;Edited - Books&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-name-here-life-writing-2003.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[your name here:] Life Writing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross. Introduction by Mary Paul. ISBN 0-473-09551-3. Massey University: School of Social and Cultural Studies, 2003.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/golden-weather-2004.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Golden Weather: North Shore Writers Past &amp;amp; Present&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Poems edited by Jack Ross / Prose edited by Graeme Lay. ISBN 0-908561-96-2. Auckland: Cape Catley, 2004.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kendrick Smithyman, &lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/campana-to-montale-2004.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Campana to Montale: Versions from Italian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross. ISBN 0-476-00382-2. Auckland: The Writers Group, 2004.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kendrick Smithyman, &lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2010/11/campana-to-montale-2010.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Campana to Montale: Versions from Italian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. 2004. Edited by Jack Ross &amp; Marco Sonzogni. Introduction by Marco Sonzogni. Essay by Jack Ross. ISBN-13: 978-88-7536-264-5. Transference Series. Ed. Erminia Passannanti. Novi Ligure: Edizioni Joker, 2010.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-will-massey-take-you-2005.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Will Massey Take You? Life Writing 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross. ISBN 0-473-09551-3. Massey University: School of Social and Cultural Studies, 2005.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/classic-nz-poets-in-performance-2006.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross. Poems selected by Jack Ross and Jan Kemp. ISBN 1-86940-367-3. Auckland: Auckland University Press, 2006.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/myth-of-21st-century-2006.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myth of the 21st Century: An Anthology of New Fiction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Edited by Tina Shaw &amp;amp; Jack Ross. ISBN 0-7900-1098-4. Auckland: Reed Publishing (NZ) Ltd, 2006.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/contemporary-nz-poets-in-performance.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contemporary New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross and Jan Kemp. ISBN 978 1 86940 395 9. Auckland: Auckland University Press, 2007.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2008/01/orange-roughy-2008.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orange Roughy: Poems &amp;amp; Stories for Tazey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Edited by Bronwyn Lloyd &amp;amp; Jack Ross. ISBN 978-0-473-13179-1. Auckland: Pania Press, 2008.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2008/03/home-away-2008.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home &amp;amp; Away: Life Writing 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Edited by Kathryn Lee &amp;amp; Jack Ross. ISBN 978-0-473-13539-3. Massey University: School of Social and Cultural Studies, 2008.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-nz-poets-in-performance-2008.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross. Poems selected by Jack Ross and Jan Kemp. ISBN 978 1 86940 4093. Auckland: Auckland University Press, 2008.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2010/08/11-views-of-auckland-2010.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11 Views of Auckland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross &amp; Grant Duncan. Preface by Jack Ross. Social and Cultural Studies, 10. ISSN 1175-7132. Albany: Massey University, 2010.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leicester Kyle. &lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2011/10/koroneho-2011.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Koroneho: Joyful News Out Of The New Found World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Edited with an Introduction by Jack Ross. Preface by Ian St George. ISBN 978-0-9876604-0-4. Auckland: The Leicester Kyle Literary Estate / Wellington: The Colenso Society, 2011.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/edited-magazines-workbooks.html"&gt;Edited - Magazines, Coursebooks &amp;amp;c.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [38]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pander&lt;/em&gt; 3-9. ISSN 1174-4030 (1998-1999)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spin&lt;/em&gt; 33, 36, 39, 42 &amp;amp; 45. ISSN 0113-8227 (1999-2003)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; 24-32. ISSN 1175-9313 (2002-2005)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;/em&gt;brief&lt;em&gt; index: 1995-2003 / 2003-2005&lt;/em&gt;. ISSN 1175-9313. Auckland: The Writers Group, 2003 / 2005.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/11/landfall-214-2007.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Landfall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 214. ISBN 978 1 877372 93 3. (November 2007)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rowan McCormick, &lt;em&gt;Writers of Passage&lt;/em&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross. Preface by Mary Paul, with an Afterword by Eleanor Rimoldi. Social and Cultural Studies, 9. ISSN 1175-7132. Auckland: Massey University, 2008.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2009/02/poetry-nz-38-2009.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poetry NZ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 38. ISSN 0114-5770. (March 2009)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bravado&lt;/em&gt; 19 (July 2010). ISSN 9-771176-339003 [guest fiction editor].&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/anthology-inclusions.html"&gt;Contributions to Anthologies, Catalogues &amp;c.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [23]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/multimedia.html"&gt;Multimedia &amp;amp; Internet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [46]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/pamphlets.html"&gt;Pamphlets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [26]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/poems.html"&gt;Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [123]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/stories.html"&gt;Short Stories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3zSMiAHwNA/TrL4hZK8ZjI/AAAAAAAADio/qf1DPq9eYqA/s400/Koroneho%2B%25282011%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670868133389035058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover illustration &amp; design: Ian St George&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leicester Kyle. &lt;em&gt;Koroneho: Joyful News Out Of The New Found World&lt;/em&gt;. Edited with a Introduction by Jack Ross. Preface by Ian St George. ISBN 978-0-9876604-0-4. Auckland: The Leicester Kyle Literary Estate / Wellington: The Colenso Society, 2011. ii + 110 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwIAL4WleTo/Tpn9eNNK5QI/AAAAAAAAE34/_wOuMQZ_eoU/s1600/Koronehoii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwIAL4WleTo/Tpn9eNNK5QI/AAAAAAAAE34/_wOuMQZ_eoU/s400/Koronehoii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663836701777913090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Title Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ian St George: &lt;i&gt;Preface&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Ross: &lt;i&gt;Introduction&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Koroneho:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 1:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Earina alba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 2:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Bulbophyllum ichthyostomum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn17" name="_ftnref17" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 3:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Dendrobium lessonii&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn23" name="_ftnref23" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 4:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Corysanthes hypogaea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn29" name="_ftnref29" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 5:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Microtis longifolia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn35" name="_ftnref35" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 6:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Caladenia variegata&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn41" name="_ftnref41" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 7:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Gastrodia leucopetala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn48" name="_ftnref48" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 8:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Microtis papillosa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn58" name="_ftnref58" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 9:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Orthoceras caput-serpentis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn64" name="_ftnref64" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 10:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Pterostylis patens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn70" name="_ftnref70" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 11:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Prasophyllum variegatum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn76" name="_ftnref76" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 12:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Thelymitra purpureo-fusca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn82" name="_ftnref82" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 13:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Pterostylis subsimilis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn88" name="_ftnref88" title="" class="style23"&gt;Section 14:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Pterostylis tristis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html#_ftn93" name="_ftnref93" title="" class="style23"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afterword&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (2001)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-baAjpvX7b-A/Tcn-jwExKQI/AAAAAAAAEN8/5o7V4l_bEbI/s1600/by%2Bthe%2Blongdrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-baAjpvX7b-A/Tcn-jwExKQI/AAAAAAAAEN8/5o7V4l_bEbI/s400/by%2Bthe%2Blongdrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605291101393070338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leicester Kyle&lt;br /&gt;[photograph: Jack Ross]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4M7WwNl1wQY/TrL-ZbIrPlI/AAAAAAAAFls/ZPhQnLL0EHg/s1600/blurbi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4M7WwNl1wQY/TrL-ZbIrPlI/AAAAAAAAFls/ZPhQnLL0EHg/s400/blurbi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670874593547206226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Koroneho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyful News Out Of The New Found World.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leicester Kyle's &lt;i&gt;Koroneho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is an epic poem about botany. Taking as his subject matter the life and explorations of pioneer missionary, printer, and naturalist William Colenso (1811-1899)  – whose Māori name was “Koroneho”  – Kyle expertly weaves letters, historical details, and the language of botanical description into a strangely compelling mixture (a little like that other long Modernist poem “containing history”: Ezra Pound’s &lt;i&gt;Cantos&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://leicesterkyle.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdRRDM8IaMo/TrL-hT6SnyI/AAAAAAAAFl4/Geavj9JQqb0/s1600/blurbii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdRRDM8IaMo/TrL-hT6SnyI/AAAAAAAAFl4/Geavj9JQqb0/s400/blurbii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670874729046777634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Rev. Leicester Kyle&lt;/b&gt; (1937-2006) was in many ways a fitting match for the object of his fascination, Colenso. Trained as a botanist, he entered the Anglican Church in his twenties, only to take early retirement in his fifties after converting to a new religion: poetry. His fascination with L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E School poetics was succeeded by a more relaxed sense of the indigenous and anecdotal in the work written after his move to Millerton on the West Coast in the late 1990s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited by Jack Ross. Preface by Ian St George. ISBN 978-0-9876604-0-4. Auckland: The Leicester Kyle Literary Estate / Wellington: The Colenso Society, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abstract:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When poet, priest and environmental activist Leicester Kyle died in 2006, he asked poet David Howard and myself to act as his literary executors. In accordance with the trust he placed in us, a &lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle.blogspot.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; has now been set up which we hope will (eventually) contain all of his extant work in electronic form, together with critical material. The first major unpublished text I posted online was Kyle’s patchwork verse epic &lt;i&gt;Koroneho&lt;/i&gt;, about the life and work of pioneering nineteenth-century botanist and missionary William Colenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This print publication of the poem has been undertaken at the instigation of Ian St George of the Colenso Society, who has also contributed a preface and a cover design. It consists of a reading edition of the online text, edited with an introduction by me. The design of the book is intended to evoke Colenso’s own paperback publications, from his pioneer printing press in Paihia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Texts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-one.html"&gt;Leicester Kyle Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle1.blogspot.com/2011/02/koroneho-1996.html"&gt;Leicester Kyle Texts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2011/11/koroneho.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leicester Kyle Literary Estate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c/o 6A Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;Auckland 0630&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Colenso Society Inc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c/o 22 Orchard St.&lt;br /&gt;Wadestown&lt;br /&gt;Wellington 6012&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvom6eIfMzc/TcoATigEhgI/AAAAAAAAEOE/xvkaJLUlNao/s1600/Kyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvom6eIfMzc/TcoATigEhgI/AAAAAAAAEOE/xvkaJLUlNao/s400/Kyle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605293021894837762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leicester Kyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-english-media-studies/school-of-english-and-media-studies_home.cfm"&gt;Debbie Ormsby&lt;/a&gt;, "News and Events." &lt;em&gt;School of English and Media Studies Homepage&lt;/em&gt; (16/11/11):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-english-media-studies/school-news/publications/en/publication-jack-ross.cfm"&gt;New Publication&lt;/a&gt;: Leicester Kyle. &lt;i&gt;Koroneho: Joyful News Out Of The New Found World&lt;/i&gt; by Jack Ross&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-1140713406557338677?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/1140713406557338677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=1140713406557338677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/1140713406557338677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/1140713406557338677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2011/10/koroneho-2011.html' title='Koroneho (2011)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3zSMiAHwNA/TrL4hZK8ZjI/AAAAAAAADio/qf1DPq9eYqA/s72-c/Koroneho%2B%25282011%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-8313700166908378904</id><published>2011-05-02T09:46:00.015+12:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:14:49.028+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William T. Ayton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aeschylus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euripides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perdrix Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narcissus Press'/><title type='text'>Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billayton/5680327531/" title="Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia by BillAyton, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5227/5680327531_63d976f551.jpg" alt="Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia" height="500" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Book design: William T. Ayton]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia&lt;/em&gt;. Text by Jack Ross / Artwork by William T. Ayton. ISBN 978-0-473-18881-8. Rhinebeck, NY: Narcissus Press / Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2011. 24 ink drawings. 44 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I – &lt;i&gt;Iphigenia&lt;/i&gt;, or Happy Families&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-1.html"&gt;Chorus 1&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Cursed with prophecy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1:&lt;/strong&gt; The Palace at Mycenae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-2.html"&gt;Chorus 2&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;em&gt;I ran through the wood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-3.html"&gt;Chorus 3&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Little girl lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II – &lt;i&gt;Cassandra&lt;/i&gt;, or Payback is a Bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-4.html"&gt;Chorus 4&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Joy lives with those&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2:&lt;/strong&gt; The Palace at Mycenae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-5.html"&gt;Chorus 5&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Cursed with second sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-6.html"&gt;Chorus 6&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;em&gt;See how Apollo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;III – &lt;i&gt;Orestes&lt;/i&gt;, or Never say Never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-7.html"&gt;Chorus 7&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The labour pains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 3:&lt;/strong&gt; The Seashore at Tauris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-8.html"&gt;Chorus 8&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;em&gt;There she goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-9.html"&gt;Chorus 9&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Drops of holy water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epilogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-10.html"&gt;Chorus 10&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Noise is like flame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billayton/5680320255/" title="back cover | Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia by BillAyton, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5221/5680320255_17022f1533.jpg" alt="back cover | Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia" height="500" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Back cover]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if two children decided to put on the Ancient Greek &lt;i&gt;Oresteia&lt;/i&gt; in their own puppet theatre? With their (recently divorced) parents as characters? Casting themselves as Iphigeneia, sacrificed by her father for a favourable wind, and Orestes, the murderer of his mother? What kind of bloodbath might come out of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This modern retelling of the classic trilogy in words and pictures is a collaboration between New Zealand poet Jack Ross and US-based British artist William T. Ayton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Narcissus Press / Perdrix Press co-production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uR6dHq6ibDM/TqMfX7WH6LI/AAAAAAAAE9g/iXfH9Sx_wR0/s1600/perdrix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uR6dHq6ibDM/TqMfX7WH6LI/AAAAAAAAE9g/iXfH9Sx_wR0/s200/perdrix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666407252090153138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Seg3VLJK6dM/TqMf4JEsEiI/AAAAAAAAE9s/EJTJtsqyVoI/s1600/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 39px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Seg3VLJK6dM/TqMf4JEsEiI/AAAAAAAAE9s/EJTJtsqyVoI/s200/logo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666407805530935842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abstract:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a translation project which builds on the framework of &lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/papyri-2007.html"&gt;Papyri&lt;/a&gt; (2007), my selection of poems from Sappho. Here I re-imagined the two &lt;i&gt;Iphigenia&lt;/i&gt; plays of Euripides alongside Aeschylus’s &lt;i&gt;Agamemnon&lt;/i&gt; to create a new drama with contemporary overtones. The collaboration with Bill Ayton came about from a chance email exchange on my &lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2010/05/site-map.html"&gt;Papyri&lt;/a&gt; blog, but has led to an exploration of the burgeoning world of e-books and e-publishing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Texts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/scenes-from-the-puppet-oresteia/15746981"&gt;Lulu.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/puppet-oresteia.html"&gt;Papyri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billayton/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perdrixpress.blogspot.com/2011/05/scenes-from-puppet-oresteia-2011.html"&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2011/05/puppet-oresteia.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://billayton.blogspot.com/2011/05/scenes-from-puppet-oresteia.html"&gt;William T. Ayton Art Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ayton.net/"&gt;William T. Ayton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billayton/5649973354/" title="A Strange Nest by BillAyton, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5029/5649973354_56b83b0d84.jpg" alt="A Strange Nest" height="500" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[William T. Ayton: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billayton/"&gt;A Strange Nest&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/scenes-from-the-puppet-oresteia/15746981"&gt;Lulu.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[as a File Download ($US 2.99)&lt;br /&gt;or Print-on-demand publication ($US 15.00)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.narcissuspublications.com/"&gt;Narcissus Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhinebeck&lt;br /&gt;NY&lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perdrixpress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6A Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;Auckland 0630&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $US 15 / $NZ 20&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billayton/5667638682/" title="The Seashore at Tauris by BillAyton, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5021/5667638682_b00ac98121.jpg" alt="The Seashore at Tauris" height="500" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[William T. Ayton: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billayton/"&gt;The Seashore at Tauris&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://billayton.blogspot.com/2011/05/scenes-from-puppet-oresteia.html"&gt;William T. Ayton&lt;/a&gt;, "Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia." &lt;em&gt;William T. Ayton Art Blog&lt;/em&gt; (2/5/11):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent weeks, I've been working on a collaboration with New Zealand poet Jack Ross. The result is a chapbook entitled "Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia", based on the classic Greek trilogy of tragic plays by Aeschylus, updated into a more contemporary setting, that of a play performed by children in their puppet theater, whilst still paying homage to the original. The chapbook is 44 pages, with 24 ink drawings (21 of them brand new for this project) by myself. The book will be available soon, as a co-production between Perdrix Press (Ross) and Narcissus Press (the small press my wife Diana &amp; I founded) ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-8313700166908378904?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/8313700166908378904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=8313700166908378904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/8313700166908378904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/8313700166908378904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2011/05/scenes-from-puppet-oresteia-2011.html' title='Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia (2011)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5227/5680327531_63d976f551_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-3023823933357319199</id><published>2010-11-16T13:04:00.020+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:17:23.210+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marco Sonzogni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kendrick Smithyman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Campana to Montale (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZO6brBJskrI/TOGYAoROixI/AAAAAAAAC0s/iyyLqJa0-Lw/s1600/Campana%2Bfronta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZO6brBJskrI/TOGYAoROixI/AAAAAAAAC0s/iyyLqJa0-Lw/s400/Campana%2Bfronta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539876153219517202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[cover design: Gennaro Fusco]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick Smithyman. &lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/campana-to-montale-2004.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Campana to Montale: Versions from Italian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. 2004. Edited by Jack Ross &amp;amp; Marco Sonzogni. Introduction by Marco Sonzogni. Essay by Jack Ross. ISBN-13: 978-88-7536-264-5. Transference Series. Ed Erminia Passannanti. Novi Ligure: Edizioni Joker, 2010. 244 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introduction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the List: Last but not Least&lt;br /&gt;(Marco Sonzogni)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Poem Within: Kendrick Smithyman the Poet-Translator&lt;br /&gt;(Jack Ross)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[For a full list of the poems included, consult the &lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/campana-to-montale-2004.html"&gt;2004 edition&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dino_Campana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dino Campana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(20 August, 1885 – 1 March, 1932)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born  in 1885, near Faenza; died of septicaemia at Castel Pulci in 1932.  Before being committed in 1918 to the mental hospital where he died,  Campana’s life was characterised by compulsive wandering, tormented love  affairs, and extreme disdain for the literary establishment. Major  works: &lt;i&gt;Canti Orfici&lt;/i&gt; (1914); &lt;i&gt;Canti orfici e altre liriche&lt;/i&gt; (1928). A great deal of his work appeared posthumously: &lt;i&gt;Inediti&lt;/i&gt; (1942), &lt;i&gt;Taccuino&lt;/i&gt; (1949); &lt;i&gt;Canti orfici e altre scritti&lt;/i&gt; (1952); &lt;i&gt;Lettere&lt;/i&gt; (1958); &lt;i&gt;Taccuinetto fiorentino&lt;/i&gt; (1960); &lt;i&gt;Opere e contributi&lt;/i&gt; (1972).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandro_Penna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandro Penna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(June 12, 1906 – January 21, 1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born  in Perugia in 1906; died in Rome in 1977. A somewhat isolated figure in  modern Italian poetry, Penna is generally described as the one working-class poet among the intellectuals of the Hermetic school. Major  works: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Una strana gioia di vivere&lt;/span&gt; (1956); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Croce e delizia&lt;/span&gt; (1958); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un po' di febbre&lt;/span&gt; (1973); &lt;em&gt;Tutte le poesie&lt;/em&gt; (1970); &lt;em&gt;Stranezze&lt;/em&gt; (1976); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il viaggiatore insonne&lt;/span&gt; (1977); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confuso sogno&lt;/span&gt; (1980).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nelo_Risi"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nelo Risi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(April 21, 1920- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born  in Milan in 1920. A qualified doctor, but writer by vocation, he spent most of World War II in Russia, and was subsequently interned in Switzerland. His work concerns itself mainly with “the dilemma of the  individual in an age of mass-consciousness.” Major works: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'opere e i giorni&lt;/span&gt; (1941); &lt;em&gt;L’esperienza&lt;/em&gt; (1948); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Polso teso&lt;/span&gt; (1956); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pensieri elementari&lt;/span&gt; (1961); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dentro la sostanza&lt;/span&gt; (1966); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amica mia nemica&lt;/span&gt; (1976); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poesie scelte 1943-1975&lt;/span&gt; (1977); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I fabbricanti del 'bello'&lt;/span&gt; (1982); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le risonanze&lt;/span&gt; (1987); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mutazioni&lt;/span&gt; (1991); &lt;em&gt;Il mondo in una mano&lt;/em&gt; (1994); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Altro da dire&lt;/span&gt; (2000); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruggine&lt;/span&gt; (2004); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di certe cose. Poesie 1953-2005&lt;/span&gt; (2006); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Né il giorno né l'ora&lt;/span&gt; (2008).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ungaretti"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuseppe Ungaretti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(February 8, 1888 – June 2, 1970)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Egypt, at Alexandria, in 1888; died in Milan in 1970. He served as  an infantryman in World War I, an experience which confirmed him in his  vocation as a poet. With Montale and Quasimodo, one of the “big three”  of twentieth-century Italian poetry. Major works: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il porto sepolto&lt;/span&gt; (1917); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allegria di naufragi&lt;/span&gt; (1919); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'allegria&lt;/span&gt; (1931); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sentimento del tempo&lt;/span&gt; (1933); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il dolore&lt;/span&gt; (1947); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La terra promessa&lt;/span&gt; (1950); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il taccuino del vecchio&lt;/span&gt; (1960); &lt;em&gt;Vita d’un uomo &lt;/em&gt;(1969).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonardo_Sinisgalli"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leonardo Sinisgalli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(March 9, 1908 – January 31, 1981)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born  in Montemurro in 1908; died in Rome in 1981. His background in physics and graphic design led him to formulate a poetry of detached  understatement, in opposition to the frenzied aesthetics of his contemporaries. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Cuore&lt;/em&gt; (1927); &lt;em&gt;Ritratti di macchine&lt;/em&gt; (1935); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quaderno di geometria&lt;/span&gt; (1935); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vidi le muse&lt;/span&gt; (1943); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fiori pari, fiori dispari&lt;/span&gt; (1945); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Belliboschi&lt;/span&gt; (1948); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La vigna vecchia&lt;/span&gt; (1952); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'età della luna&lt;/span&gt; (1962): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poesie di ieri&lt;/span&gt; (1966); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mosche in bottiglia&lt;/span&gt; (1975); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dimenticatoio&lt;/span&gt; (1978).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfonso_Gatto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alfonso Gatto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(July 17, 1909  – March 6, 1976)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Salerno in 1909; died in a road accident near Orbetello in 1976. He  was imprisoned in Milan in 1934 for opposition to the Fascist regime,  and was active in the Resistance during World War II, experiences which  informed much of his later poetry. Major works: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isola&lt;/span&gt; (1932); &lt;em&gt;Poesie&lt;/em&gt; (1941); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La spiaggia dei poveri&lt;/span&gt; (1944); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nuove poesie&lt;/span&gt; (1949); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La forza degli occhi&lt;/span&gt; (1954); &lt;em&gt;La madre e la morte&lt;/em&gt; (1960); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rime di viaggio per la terra dipinta&lt;/span&gt; (1969); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desinenze&lt;/span&gt; (1977); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poesie&lt;/span&gt; (1998); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tutte le poesie&lt;/span&gt; (2005).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vittorio_Sereni"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vittorio Sereni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(July 27, 1913 – February 10, 1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born  in Luino, Lago Maggiore, in 1913; died in Milan in 1983. Fought as an  infantry officer in Greece and Sicily, where he was taken prisoner. His initial adherence to Hermeticism was succeeded by a more realistic  approach to war and post-war austerity. Major works: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frontiera&lt;/span&gt; (1941); &lt;em&gt;Diario d’Algeria &lt;/em&gt;(1947); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un polvere d'anni di Milano&lt;/span&gt; (1954); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gli strumenti umani&lt;/span&gt; (1965); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poesie scelte 1935-1965&lt;/span&gt; (1973); &lt;em&gt;Stella variabile&lt;/em&gt; (1981); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tutte le poesie&lt;/span&gt; (1986); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il grande amico. Poesie 1935-1981&lt;/span&gt; (1990); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poesie&lt;/span&gt; (1995).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camillo_Sbarbaro"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camillo Sbarbaro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(January 12, 1888  – October 31, 1967)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born  in Santa Margherita, Liguria, in 1888; died at Spoleto in 1967.  Generally seen as an adherent of the turn-of-the-century Crepuscular  school, Sbarbaro’s melancholic self-absorption in fact has more in  common with later poets of disillusionment such as Montale or T. S. Eliot.  Major works: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resine&lt;/span&gt; (1911); &lt;em&gt;Pianissimo &lt;/em&gt;(1914); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truccioli&lt;/span&gt; (1920); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liquidazione&lt;/span&gt; (1928); &lt;em&gt;Rimanenze&lt;/em&gt; (1956); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Primizie&lt;/span&gt; (1958).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luciano_Erba"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luciano Erba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(September 18, 1922 - August 3, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born  in Milan in 1922; died in Milan in 2010. Scholar, translator and critic, Erba’s elaborately ironic undercutting of traditional poetic language and attitudes helped him to build up a biting commentary on post-war Italian values.  Major works: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linea K&lt;/span&gt; (1951); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il bel paese&lt;/span&gt; (1955); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il prete di Ratanà&lt;/span&gt; (1959); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il male minore&lt;/span&gt; (1960); &lt;em&gt;Il prato più verde&lt;/em&gt; (1970); &lt;em&gt;Il nastro di Moebius&lt;/em&gt; (1980); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il cerchio aperto&lt;/span&gt; (1983); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il tranviere metafisico&lt;/span&gt; (1987); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'ippopotamo&lt;/span&gt; (1989); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il variar del verde&lt;/span&gt; (1993); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'ipoteci circense&lt;/span&gt; (1995); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Negli spazi intermedi&lt;/span&gt; (1998); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nella terra di mezzo&lt;/span&gt; (2000); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poesie 1951-2001&lt;/span&gt; (2002); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si passano le stagioni&lt;/span&gt; (2003); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un po' di Repubblica&lt;/span&gt; (2005); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remi in barca&lt;/span&gt; (2006).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mario_Luzi"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario Luzi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(October 20, 1914 – February 28, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born  in Castello, Tuscany, in 1914; died in Florence in 2005, shortly after being elected Italian Senator-for-life. An early exponent of the  hermetic movement, whose motto “&lt;em&gt;letteratura come vita&lt;/em&gt;” (literature as life) dominated Italian literature in the 1930’s, his later work is less liable to assume the capacity of poetry to palliate suffering. Major works: &lt;em&gt;La barca&lt;/em&gt; (1935); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avvento notturno&lt;/span&gt; (1940); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quaderno gotico&lt;/span&gt; (1947); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onore del vero&lt;/span&gt; (1957): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il gusto della vita&lt;/span&gt; (1960); &lt;em&gt;Tutte le poesie&lt;/em&gt; (1979); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Per il battesimo dei nostri frammenti&lt;/span&gt; (1985); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viaggio terrestre e celeste di Simone Martini&lt;/span&gt; (1994); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dottrina dell'estremo principiante&lt;/span&gt; (2004).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giorgio_Orelli"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgio Orelli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May 25, 1921 - )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born  in Airolo in 1921. He studied Italian literature with Gianfranco Contini at Fribourg, then went to teach in Bellinzona, where he has been living since 1945. He is considered by many the greatest poet of Italian  Switzerland. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Né bianco né viola&lt;/em&gt; (1944); &lt;em&gt;Poesie&lt;/em&gt; (1953); &lt;em&gt;Nel cerchio familiare&lt;/em&gt; (1960); &lt;em&gt;L'ora del tempo&lt;/em&gt; (1962); &lt;em&gt;Sinopie&lt;/em&gt; (1977); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiracoli&lt;/span&gt; (1989) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rückspiel-partita di ritorno&lt;/span&gt; (1998); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il collo d'anitra&lt;/span&gt; (2001); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sagt es den Anseln-Ditelo ai merli&lt;/span&gt; (2008).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elio_Pagliarani"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elio Pagliarani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May 25, 1927 - )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born  in Viserba, near Rimini, in 1927. Teacher, editor, journalist,  Pagliarini’s poetry attempts to replace the conventions of the Romantic  lyric with a neo-realist but linguistically complex presentation of the  lives of ordinary people. Major works: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cronache e altre poesie&lt;/span&gt; (1954); &lt;em&gt;La ragazza Carla e altre poesie &lt;/em&gt;(1962); &lt;em&gt;Lezione di fisica e Fecaloro&lt;/em&gt; (1968); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosso Corpo Lingua oro pope-papa scienza-Doppio trittico di Nandi&lt;/span&gt; (1977); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esercizi platonici&lt;/span&gt; (1985); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La ballata di Rudi&lt;/span&gt; (1995).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucio_Piccolo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucio Piccolo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(October 27, 1901 - May 26, 1969)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born  1903 in Palermo. Died in 1969 at his Sicilian property at Capo  d’Orlando. Like his more famous cousin Tomasi di Lampedusa, lived out of  the mainstream of Italian cultural life. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Canti barocchi &lt;/em&gt;(1956); &lt;em&gt;Gioco a nascondere&lt;/em&gt; (1960); &lt;em&gt;Plumelia&lt;/em&gt; (1967).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eugenio_Montale"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eugenio Montale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(October 12, 1896 - September 12, 1981)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born  in Genoa in 1896; died in Milan in 1981. His poetry, perhaps the most influential in twentieth-century Italian literature, constantly circles  back to his childhood on the coast of Liguria. Largely self-educated, he  lost his job as an editor in 1938 as a result of anti-fascist opinions, and supported himself afterwards with occasional journalism and  translation. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1975. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Ossi di seppia&lt;/em&gt; (1925); &lt;em&gt;Le occasioni&lt;/em&gt; (1939); &lt;em&gt;La bufera ed altro&lt;/em&gt; (1956); &lt;em&gt;Satura&lt;/em&gt; (1971); &lt;i&gt;Diario del '71 e del '72&lt;/i&gt; (1973); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quaderno di quattro anni&lt;/span&gt; (1977); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Altri versi&lt;/span&gt; (1980); &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'opera in versi&lt;/span&gt; (1980).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salvatore_Quasimodo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvatore Quasimodo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(August 20, 1901 - June 14, 1968)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Modica in 1901; died in Milan in 1968. His Nobel prize for literature in 1959 was awarded mainly for the wartime poems collected in &lt;i&gt;Giorno dopo giorno&lt;/i&gt; [Day after day] (1943-46), an advance on the austere Hermeticism of much of his early work. The life of the Sicilian countryside and the classical Mediterranean past are two interests which constantly resurface in his poetry. Major works: &lt;i&gt;Acque e terre&lt;/i&gt; (1930); &lt;i&gt;Òboe sommerso&lt;/i&gt; (1932); &lt;i&gt;Erato e Apòllion&lt;/i&gt; (1938); &lt;i&gt;Ed è subito sera&lt;/i&gt; (1943); &lt;i&gt;Giorno dopo giorno&lt;/i&gt; (1947); &lt;i&gt;La vita non è sogno&lt;/i&gt; (1949); &lt;i&gt;Il falso e vero verde&lt;/i&gt; (1954); &lt;i&gt;La terra impareggiabile&lt;/i&gt; (1958): &lt;i&gt;Tutte le poesie&lt;/i&gt; (1960); &lt;i&gt;Dare e avere&lt;/i&gt; (1966).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZO6brBJskrI/TOGX4Yy8jhI/AAAAAAAAC0k/5Emoj4L1Kuo/s1600/Campana%2Bbacka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZO6brBJskrI/TOGX4Yy8jhI/AAAAAAAAC0k/5Emoj4L1Kuo/s400/Campana%2Bbacka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539876011627023890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick Smithyman's &lt;i&gt;Campana to Montale. Versions from Italian&lt;/i&gt; – an impressive anthology of Italian Modernist poetry in English translation – is not only a celebration of poetry translation but also of poetry itself. Smithyman's translations – or, rather, versions, as he defined them – keep company with those penned by virtuosi of the word like Samuel Beckett and T.S. Eliot; Derek Mahon and Paul Muldoon; Charles Wright and John Updike; Billy Collins and Bill Manhire; and, of course, the godfather of poetry translation, Robert Lowell. &lt;i&gt;Campana to Montale. Versions from Italian&lt;/i&gt; is an essential part in the jigsaw puzzle - &lt;i&gt;Atua Wera, Last Poems, Imperial Vistas Family Fictions&lt;/i&gt;, and now the magnificent online edition of &lt;i&gt;Collected Poems 1943-1995&lt;/i&gt; - which is gradually revealing to us the true extent of the lifework of one of New Zealand's greatest poets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kendrick Smithyman&lt;/b&gt;, poet and critic, was born in Te Kopuru, in the far north of New Zealand, on October 9th, 1922. He attended school and teachers college in Auckland before wartime service in first the Artillery, then the RNZAF, from 1941 to 1945. His first poems were published in the 1940s, and he came to be regarded as one of the country's most complex yet prolific poets. He was also the author of the first full-length critical book on New Zealand poetry, &lt;i&gt;A Way of Saying&lt;/i&gt; (1965). In 1963 he joined the Auckland University English Department, and he worked there as a Senior Tutor until his retirement in 1987. He won the New Zealand Book Award for Poetry with his 1985 book &lt;i&gt;Stories About Wooden Keyboards&lt;/i&gt;. In 1986 he was awarded an Honorary Doctorate by the University of Auckland, and in 1990 he received an OBE. He died on December 28th, 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack Ross&lt;/b&gt;, poet and literary translator, is Lecturer in English at the School of Social and Cultural Studies, Massey University (Albany Campus).  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marco Sonzogni&lt;/b&gt;, poet and literary translator, is Senior Lecturer in Italian at the School of Languages and Cultures, Victoria University of Wellington.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 88-7536-264-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Є20.00 £17.50 $28.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abstract:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, this re-issue of my &lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/campana-to-montale-2004.html"&gt;2004 edition&lt;/a&gt; of this set of translations from the Italian Modernists by NZ poet Kendrick Smithyman reproduces the text of the original publication. However this second edition, co-edited with Dr Marco Sonzogni of Victoria University, includes corrections to the text of the poems, as well as a greatly expanded, 5,000-word version of my original introduction, entitled “The Poem Within: Kendrick Smithyman the Poet-Translator”. It also includes an essay by Italian scholar Sonzogni, comparing (favourably) Smithyman’s abilities as a translator with some of the others in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original edition of this book got a very favourable critical reception in New Zealand from (among others) C. K. Stead (““I know what I’ll be reading this summer.” &lt;i&gt;Sunday Star-Times&lt;/i&gt; (5/12/04): C8). It was thanks to Dr. Sonzogni’s contacts in his home country, Italy, that we were able to issue it in this new form, in a series devoted to literary translation and foreign-language poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Text:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edizionijoker.com/Pagine%20libri/TRA%20-%20Campana%20to%20Montale%20-%20Smithyman.html"&gt;Joker Edizioni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2010/11/wednesdays-child.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edizioni Joker&lt;br /&gt;via Crosa della Maccarina 28/B&lt;br /&gt;15067 Novi Ligure (AL)-ITALIA&lt;br /&gt;Tel/Fax 0143.322383&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edizionijoker.com/"&gt;www.edizionijoker.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:info@edizionjoker.com"&gt;info@edizionjoker.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZO6brBJskrI/TOGYLEQzDuI/AAAAAAAAC00/YGq0VNJKmo0/s1600/Campana%2BSmithyman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZO6brBJskrI/TOGYLEQzDuI/AAAAAAAAC00/YGq0VNJKmo0/s400/Campana%2BSmithyman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539876332532600546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alistair Paterson. "Campana to Montale: Versions from Italian." Books and Magazines in Brief. &lt;em&gt;Poetry NZ&lt;/em&gt; 42 (2011): 108.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a relatively large collection of poems not so much translated as restructured by the author from the work of 15 Italian poets who were writing and publishing throughout a large part of the twentieth century. The collection was complete in 1993 when Smithyman submitted it unsuccessfully to Auckland University Press and then Carcanet in Manchester. AUP and Carcanet's loss was a distinctive gain for the Writers Group, which should congratulate itself on acquiring and publishing such a fine set of adaptations from the work of very important Italian poets. Jack Ross has done a wonderful job of putting the poems together and thus offering us a truly impressive book.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anna Forsyth. "Book Review: Campana to Montale by Kendrick Smithyman." &lt;a href="http://annaforsyth.wordpress.com/2011/05/04/book-review-campana-tomontale-by-kendrick-smithyman/"&gt;Best Light Communications&lt;/a&gt; (4/5/11):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say straight away, that the depth of thought and care which has been given to this book is touching. When you can feel the love, you can’t help but linger for just a bit longer, out of respect for the author and editors if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t speak any Italian, and aside from in the introduction, there is not too much for me to have to grapple with. Having the original language alongside would have been nice, but reading the English versions of the poems places the poem in a new context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross makes the point that ‘translating poetry is, strictly speaking, impossible.’ It is more of an envisioning and a fresh context that invites the reader into the world of the original.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;A great insight into an important school of poetry that deserves access.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Herkt. "Summer's Last Cicada." &lt;a href="http://landfallreviewonline.blogspot.com/2011/07/summers-last-cicada.html"&gt;Landfall Review Online&lt;/a&gt; (1/7/11):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Campana To Montale&lt;/i&gt; is a substantial and noteworthy addition to the corpus of Italian poetry in English. It is focused, yet comprehensive within those bounds. It gives a clear insight into more than half a century of writing. It is not the work of a dilettante. But Smithyman’s texts also produce far more questions than have been answered, even in the excellent essays by Ross and Marco Sonzogni that introduce and accompany the Edizione Joker edition. &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Was such a labour really the product of a casually caused reaction? Was Smithyman’s involvement with Italian modernist poetry and poetics merely a matter of chance? Was it sustained purely by a hunt-and-peck exercise in dictionary translation much like doing a cryptic crossword in two languages? No matter how beguiling these questions might be, currently we have no real answers beyond the body of work. And such questions also avoid an obvious observation: these poems are some of Smithyman’s finest work.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Farrell Cleary. "A Kiwi voice for Italian poetry." &lt;a href="http://www.dante.org.nz/"&gt;Società Dante Alighieri di Auckland Newsletter&lt;/a&gt; (Ottobre / October, 2011) 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some may look askance at the prospect of reading 200 pages of Italian poetry “Englished” by someone who knew no Italian, Marco Sonzogni provides convincing reassurance that Smithyman’s versions can hold their own as translations with anything previously published. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He draws our attention to Smithyman’s transformation of Eugenio Montale’s &lt;i&gt;L’anguilla/The Eel&lt;/i&gt;, where “flogging through the deeps”, “from creek to stream” and “a buried stump” could be describing eeling expeditions near Dargaville. In fact, Smithyman’s painstaking work with dictionaries and other earlier translations produces surprisingly accurate English versions.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Groves. "The Italian job." &lt;a href="http://www.nzbooks.org.nz/"&gt;New Zealand Books: A Quarterly Review&lt;/a&gt; vol. 21, no. 3, issue 95 (Spring 2011) 27:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems a useful working hypothesis that the extraordinary flowering of Smithyman's third period – with the domestic &lt;i&gt;Imperial Vistas Family Fictions&lt;/i&gt; and the regional (but not national or provincial) &lt;i&gt;Atua Wera&lt;/i&gt; – is directly related to the loosening up of discourse and the crossing of temporal, spatial and cultural boundaries that he practised imaginatively in his translations. In addition, Montale's switch from the dense imagistic mode of his earlier epiphanies to his later sardonic manner, and the shift of Quasimodo from his earlier intricate and allusive compression to the more relaxed style and social themes of his later work, may have exercised a particular influence on Smithyman's own development. If so, this book is an important contribution to the study of one of our finest poets.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-3023823933357319199?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/3023823933357319199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=3023823933357319199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/3023823933357319199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/3023823933357319199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2010/11/campana-to-montale-2010.html' title='Campana to Montale (2010)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZO6brBJskrI/TOGYAoROixI/AAAAAAAAC0s/iyyLqJa0-Lw/s72-c/Campana%2Bfronta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-7548627445855799933</id><published>2010-08-25T08:37:00.017+12:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:14:03.647+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social and Cultural Studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grant Duncan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massey University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>11 Views of Auckland (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TPxPAvb0T9I/AAAAAAAADmk/J5w3cM6kL4s/s1600/title10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TPxPAvb0T9I/AAAAAAAADmk/J5w3cM6kL4s/s400/title10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547395715165343698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover image: Graham Fletcher /&lt;br /&gt;Cover design: Brett Cross &amp;amp; Ellen Portch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11 Views of Auckland&lt;/em&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross &amp;amp; Grant Duncan. Preface by Jack Ross. Social and Cultural Studies, 10. ISSN 1175-7132. Albany: Massey University, 2010. ii + 210 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-of-social-and-cultural-studies/staff/en/cluny-macpherson.cfm"&gt;Cluny Macpherson&lt;/a&gt;, "Auckland’s Pacific Narratives"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-of-social-and-cultural-studies/staff/en/graeme-macrae.cfm"&gt;Graeme MacRae&lt;/a&gt;, "The Bay that Was, a Park that Isn’t and the City that Might Have Been"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-of-social-and-cultural-studies/staff/en/ann-dupuis.cfm"&gt;Ann Dupuis&lt;/a&gt;, "Shutting the Gates: Auckland’s Urban Development in Transition?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-of-social-and-cultural-studies/staff/en/warwick-tie.cfm"&gt;Warwick Tie&lt;/a&gt;, "Between Itself: The Political Economy of the Metropolis"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-of-social-and-cultural-studies/staff/en/eleanor-rimoldi.cfm"&gt;Eleanor Rimoldi&lt;/a&gt;, "Auckland City: Public Life and Civil Society"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://aonzpsa.blogspot.com/2007/11/haarhaus-isabel.html"&gt;Isabel Michell&lt;/a&gt;, "Auckland City: Becoming Places"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-of-social-and-cultural-studies/staff/en/jennifer-lawn.cfm"&gt;Jennifer Lawn&lt;/a&gt;, "Soft-boiled in Ponsonby: The Topographies of Murder in the Crime Fiction of Charlotte Grimshaw and Alix Bosco"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-of-social-and-cultural-studies/staff/en/peter-lineham.cfm"&gt;Peter Lineham&lt;/a&gt;, "The Religious Traditions of the North Shore: Pluralism and Unity"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-of-social-and-cultural-studies/staff/en/jack-ross.cfm"&gt;Jack Ross&lt;/a&gt;, "The Stokes Point Pillars"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-of-social-and-cultural-studies/staff/en/david-ishii.cfm"&gt;David Ishii&lt;/a&gt;, "Immigration settlement: Never Just about Language"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-of-social-and-cultural-studies/staff/en/grant-duncan.cfm"&gt;Grant Duncan&lt;/a&gt;, "The Making of the Super City"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TPxPTFP8OLI/AAAAAAAADms/xixvHMwKTyA/s1600/11%2BViews%2Bof%2BAuckland%2B%25282010%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TPxPTFP8OLI/AAAAAAAADms/xixvHMwKTyA/s400/11%2BViews%2Bof%2BAuckland%2B%25282010%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547396030258755762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialculturalstudies.blogspot.com/2010/08/title-10.html"&gt;Social and Cultural Studies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dot Cavanagh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:d.cavanagh@massey.ac.nz"&gt;School Receptionist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/learning/departments/school-of-social-and-cultural-studies/researchpublications/researchpublications_home.cfm"&gt;College of Humanities and Social Sciences&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massey University&lt;br /&gt;Private Bay 102 904&lt;br /&gt;North Shore Mail Centre&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 20 (+ $2 postage &amp;amp; packing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TPxPYTmnGhI/AAAAAAAADm0/wgIFySFezWI/s1600/11%2BViews%2Bof%2BAuckland%2Bback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TPxPYTmnGhI/AAAAAAAADm0/wgIFySFezWI/s400/11%2BViews%2Bof%2BAuckland%2Bback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547396120011282962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graeme Beattie, "&lt;a href="http://beattiesbookblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/11-views-of-auckland.html"&gt;11 Views of Auckland&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;a href="http://beattiesbookblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beattie's Book Blog&lt;/a&gt; (7 February 2011):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The College of Humanities and Social Sciences, Albany Campus, Massey University, are happy to invite you to celebrate the publication of &lt;i&gt;11 Views of Auckland&lt;/i&gt;: An anthology of essays by members of the College, Volume 10 in our ongoing Monograph Series "Social and Cultural Studies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book will be launched by Massey University’s Vice-Chancellor, The Hon Steve Maharey, at a special launch price of $15 [RRP: $20], in the Study Centre Staff Lounge, East Precinct, Albany Campus, Auckland, on Thursday 17th February from 5.00-6.30 p.m.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jennifer Little, "&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/about-massey/news/article.cfm?mnarticle=urban-myths-and-marvels-evoked-in-auckland-essays-18-02-2011"&gt;Urban myths and marvels evoked in Auckland essays&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/"&gt;Massey University Website&lt;/a&gt;. (18 February 2011):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murders, motorways and migrants are some of the subjects of a new book, &lt;i&gt;11 Views of Auckland&lt;/i&gt;, by Albany-based academics from the University’s College of Humanities and Social Sciences.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Each is a unique exploration on an aspect of Auckland’s past or present, its complexities and contrasts, penned by academics from sociology, history, English, linguistics, public policy, anthropology and political studies at the University’s Albany campus.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah Coddington, "&lt;a href="http://northshoretimes.realviewdigital.com/#"&gt;Lecturer wants poems written on bridge pillars&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;a href="http://www.northshoretimes.co.nz"&gt;North Shore Times&lt;/a&gt; (Tuesday, 15 March, 2011): 30:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems poems gracing pillars of the mighty Auckland Harbour Bridge and telling tales of North Shore's past were never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massey University English lecturer Jack Ross spent many hours collating poems for a Shore art-based project that never went ahead. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"The first criterion to qualify for a spot was you had to be dead. It was very hard to choose poets and you needed a diversity of people with a connection to the Shore," he says.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ey_ttytPFs/TX_eQ7Uy-II/AAAAAAAAD7s/NTVgtXNGZ6E/s1600/11%2BViews%2B%252815-3-11%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ey_ttytPFs/TX_eQ7Uy-II/AAAAAAAAD7s/NTVgtXNGZ6E/s400/11%2BViews%2B%252815-3-11%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584426445346896002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[Sarah Coddington, "Lecturer wants poems written on bridge pillars"&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.northshoretimes.co.nz"&gt;North Shore Times&lt;/a&gt; (Tuesday, 15 March, 2011): 30]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pv08KegaKDc/TWGIo9t0o9I/AAAAAAAADvs/v1g12pV6Lac/s1600/11%2BViews%2Bof%2BAuckland%2B17-2-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pv08KegaKDc/TWGIo9t0o9I/AAAAAAAADvs/v1g12pV6Lac/s400/11%2BViews%2Bof%2BAuckland%2B17-2-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575888051004285906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Authors Graeme MacRae, Grant Duncan, Jack Ross, Eleanor Rimoldi, David Ishii, Cluny Macpherson and Warwick Tie at the book launch yesterday. (Absent were Ann Dupuis, Jennifer Lawn and Isabel Michell)&lt;br /&gt;[17 February, 2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complete Review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Little. "Urban myths and marvels evoked in Auckland essays." &lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/about-massey/news/article.cfm?mnarticle=urban-myths-and-marvels-evoked-in-auckland-essays-18-02-2011"&gt;Massey University Website&lt;/a&gt;. (18 February 2011):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murders, motorways and migrants are some of the subjects of a new book, &lt;i&gt;11 Views of Auckland&lt;/i&gt;, by Albany-based academics from the University’s College of Humanities and Social Sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited by English lecturer Dr Jack Ross and public policy lecturer Associate Professor Grant Duncan, the book is printed and published by the University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essays are by no means gushing endorsements for the metropolis – home to an estimated 1.25 million people, or about a third of the nation’s population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each is a unique exploration on an aspect of Auckland’s past or present, its complexities and contrasts, penned by academics from sociology, history, English, linguistics, public policy, anthropology and political studies at the University’s Albany campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the writers all live and work in Auckland is pertinent to the spirit of these essays, which evoke personal experiences and insights within the framework of their particular discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful commentaries on urban experiences include Dr Isabel Michell’s Auckland City: Becoming Places. She describes the pleasures and perils of being an inner city pedestrian who suffers “near hits, noise and air pollution, and the annoying experience of what might be called pedestrianas interruptus: the sudden cessation of footpath in favour of road.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reflects on the need for “life in or between buildings”, lamenting the lack of appealing public spaces through which a diverse muster of humanity can flow or congregate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English and Media Studies lecturer Dr Jennifer Lawn delves into crime fiction set in Auckland as pathway into the links between real crime, place and urban experience in Soft-boiled in Ponsonby: The Topographies of Murder in the Crime Fiction of Charlotte Grimshaw and Alix Bosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real crimes, reported and sensationalised in the media, can provide a backdrop or echo for imagined ones. "Grimshaw's Auckland is scarcely fit for human habitation; it is waterlogged, slimy, rotting, hostile to the scale and pace of the human frame – yet curiously sublime, even daemonic...” she writes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthropologist Dr Graeme MacRae traces a fascinating history of his neighbourhood in Freeman’s Bay in The Bay that Was, a Park that Isn’t and the City that Might Have Been. He traces its evolution from community-oriented council housing to hub of commercial development and victim of “social cleansing.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociologist Associate Professor Ann Dupuis reflects on the emergence of gated communities, and Dr Warwick Tie explores the link between aesthetics and economics in relation to downtown Auckland’s glass-walled Metropolis building as a symbol of precarious corporate ethos in Between Itself: The Political Economy of the Metropolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Associate Professor Grant Duncan adds a poetic touch from the vantage point of a bus passenger in his essay The Making of the Super City. "The bus climbs steeply to the apex of the Bridge, a place where every traveller gets a fleeting million-dollar view, and this ride impresses itself as one of the great ways to experience the brutal velocities, the pounding sensations and the beautiful vistas from unexpected windows that create the way the hapless denizen takes part in the life of the city – just another body going along with the city's great lava-flows of traffic that congeal and contest within the channels designed for them by anonymous planners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks the reader to look beyond the potentially "sleep-inducing boredom" that the subject of local government may invoke to the basic relevance of urban policy making; ""How do people, politics and social trends shape the places we inhabit and the ways we experience life, move about and get things done in the city?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is the 10th monograph in a series started by the former School of Cultural and Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Ross’ quirky essay describes his involvement in a thwarted art project to engrave poetry on Auckland’s harbour bridge supports. He says he hopes the book will provoke readers with its “truthful depiction of how the city seems to each of us right now,” that will “grow in value as Auckland’s various futures unfold and interlock.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice-Chancellor Steve Maharey, who launched the book, praised its rich, diverse content and described it as “a time capsule of Auckland today that will become a valuable reference point for how the city changes and evolves.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/THb0EZXLrdI/AAAAAAAADaw/8JfVjyHUVqQ/s1600/15.GFletcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/THb0EZXLrdI/AAAAAAAADaw/8JfVjyHUVqQ/s400/15.GFletcher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509859550499155410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Graham Fletcher: "Untitled,"&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;i&gt;Lounge Room Tribalism&lt;/i&gt; (2009-2010)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-7548627445855799933?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/7548627445855799933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=7548627445855799933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/7548627445855799933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/7548627445855799933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2010/08/11-views-of-auckland-2010.html' title='11 Views of Auckland (2010)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TPxPAvb0T9I/AAAAAAAADmk/J5w3cM6kL4s/s72-c/title10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-6986100627582879516</id><published>2010-08-24T08:49:00.027+12:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:13:39.959+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Titus Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brett Cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Kingdom of Alt (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJVEsmZpWZI/AAAAAAAADew/4p4psDnpTpA/s1600/Kingdom+of+Alt+%282010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJVEsmZpWZI/AAAAAAAADew/4p4psDnpTpA/s400/Kingdom+of+Alt+%282010%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518392451425458578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover image: "Model forest", by Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/em&gt;. Short Stories and a Novella by Jack Ross. ISBN 978-1-877441-15-8. Auckland: Titus Books, 2010. [iv] + 240 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marginalia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trauma: Journal&lt;br /&gt;Haiku Diary&lt;br /&gt;The Isle of the Cross&lt;br /&gt;The Purloined Letter&lt;br /&gt;Notes found inside a text of &lt;i&gt;Bisclavret&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding His Stash&lt;br /&gt;Before the Disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coursebook found in a Warzone: A Whodunit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJu-NiM1GmI/AAAAAAAADhA/sXyryIUKWQ0/s1600/Kingdom+of+Alt+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJu-NiM1GmI/AAAAAAAADhA/sXyryIUKWQ0/s400/Kingdom+of+Alt+front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520214908000868962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover design: Brett Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is writing about staying on the sidelines, or getting involved - marginal observation, or "skyline operations" (Auden)? This book offers a series of takes on the possibility of a truly engaged literature. Not all the conclusions it comes to are entirely pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll all have your own story about how you first encountered the magic kingdom of Alt. As a teenager growing up in the depths of the Auckland suburbs, I believe that discovery saved my life."&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Roger Horrocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus Books&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 978-1-877441-15-8&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abstract:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a collection of seven short stories, together with a longer, 100-page novella. The stories are grouped in a section called “Marginalia,” since they're all (more or less) concerned with the subject of notes and jottings written in the margins of more conventional texts. In the case of “Notes found inside a text of &lt;i&gt;Bisclavret&lt;/i&gt;,” the frame is a dual-text translation of an Old French poem about a werewolf by Marie de France, which is adorned by various notes telling a somewhat more contemporary story. The other stories are concerned with diaries and journals (“Trauma: Journal” and “Haiku Diary”); a long-lost novel by Melville (“The Isle of the Cross”); a forged letter by Baudelaire, and its links to &lt;i&gt;The Protocols of the Elders of Zion&lt;/i&gt; (“The Purloined Letter”); a heap of print-outs of internet pornography, (“Finding His Stash”); and an examination report on a Masters Thesis (“Before the Disaster”). All the stories (with the exception of “Finding His Stash”) have been previously published (in part or in full) in periodicals or online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Texts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bannednovels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Banned Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crisisdiaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crisis Diaries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/Percutio/Percutio%202007.pdf"&gt;Notes found inside a text of Bisclavret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/html/KingdomOfAlt.html"&gt;Titus Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 102&lt;br /&gt;Waimauku&lt;br /&gt;West Auckland&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;titus@snap.net.nz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/index.html"&gt;http:/titus.books.online.fr/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 40.00 (+ $2 postage &amp;amp; packing)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/THLfhjvcmoI/AAAAAAAADaY/EqfpsD88FCY/s1600/Kingdom+of+Alt+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/THLfhjvcmoI/AAAAAAAADaY/EqfpsD88FCY/s400/Kingdom+of+Alt+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508711061850462850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scott Hamilton, "&lt;a href="http://readingthemaps.blogspot.com/2010/09/twenty-first-century-we-are-told-at.html"&gt;Literature in the Age of Twitter&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;a href="http://readingthemaps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reading the Maps&lt;/a&gt; (17 September 2010):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two books being launched by Titus next Thursday at the Alleluya Cafe on Auckland's K Rd are both, in quite different ways, testaments to Brett [Cross]'s style of publishing. &lt;i&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/i&gt; is a volume of short stories by Jack Ross, a writer Titus has supported since its inception. With their baroque structures, explicit and sometimes bizarre sex, extreme but seldom gratuitous violence, and innovative use of page layout, variations in font, and illustrations, Jack's books have all too often been easy for reviewers to ignore or to misunderstand. They have also frequently been expensive to publish. Titus has nevertheless stood by Jack, and there are signs now that the critical tide might be turning. It is certainly gratifying for me to see that Paula Green and Harry Ricketts' handsome new survey, &lt;i&gt;99 Ways into New Zealand Poetry&lt;/i&gt;, devotes considerable attention to Jack's work.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bronwyn Lloyd, "Jack Ross's &lt;i&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/i&gt;." Launch speech at Alleluya Café (Thursday 23rd September 2010):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack’s maniacal tendencies are well known to those of us who know him so it should come as no surprise to his friends to learn that in the process of researching his novella which features the story of a man who teaches two literature courses in the midst of a war-torn city that Jack invented two entire university papers, ‘Crisis Diaries’ and ‘Banned Books’, complete with an anthology of readings, extensive lecture notes, and a fully navigable blog for each course that you as readers can access via the links on the copyright page of &lt;i&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/i&gt; to add to your reading experience ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elmar Ludwig, "Review of &lt;em&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;a href="http://sydreef.blogspot.com/2011/01/issue-41-december-2010.html"&gt;brief&lt;/a&gt; 41 (2010): 103-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a technique that Ross often employs, this layering or intercutting of narratives, and as a reader you find yourself becoming attuned to a number of vibrations, like someone listening to a complex piece of music while also being aware of the sound of a floor-sander in a room next door.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It is a sad fact that today Universities are no longer centres of learning but money generating machines, producing graduates for the job market ... One wishes that these coldly rational institutions would crumble, their foundations eroded by termites with diamond-tipped mandibles. Ross is such a termite, both subversive and industrious in his literary activities, I would willingly sign up for his fictitious courses if I were not about to unplug my computer and travel to other shores.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lisa Samuels, "What Happens Next: Review of &lt;em&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;a href="http://landfallreviewonline.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-happens-next.html"&gt;Landfall Online&lt;/a&gt; (1 April, 2011).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jack Ross has not read J.G. Ballard’s &lt;i&gt;The Atrocity Exhibition&lt;/i&gt;, someone should get it for him. &lt;i&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/i&gt; has some of the anarchic qualities of that confrontational work, but they are more dispersed: &lt;i&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/i&gt; is a collection of tales and takes which present entanglements of real-life events and imaginary fictions in order to score or scarify with traumas those experiencing the real live events. The narrators include variously: a twenty-something female university student, a thirtyish divorcee taking evening poetry classes and constructing weird ‘death films’ out of video fragments, a middle-aged man, Jack Ross himself as the speaking author, as well as other points of view, sometimes fragmentary, sometimes unified.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rowan McCormick, "Kingdom." [Email received 20/5/11]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a young fellow I used to read (and re-read) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mad&lt;/span&gt; Magazine. First, I'd buy them. Then, I found that I could take them from the rubbish bin behind the Paper Plus in Milford. The humour went from Satire to Slapstick to Ironic to the plain Bizarre - it was all there, and you could move around, reading different things depending on your whim. A lot of it was above me - some 'in jokes' and the like - American Humour that I didn't quite get. I remember getting a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cracked&lt;/span&gt; magazine once, and flicking back and forth between two pages, each page referring the reader to the other, each advertising a Square Egg Maker. 'How can I get my hands on one of these - where is the effing order form?', I wondered.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJ5yIxWst-I/AAAAAAAADho/iPVlWAmSrSU/s1600/jack+reads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJ5yIxWst-I/AAAAAAAADho/iPVlWAmSrSU/s400/jack+reads.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520975688215869410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reading at the launch&lt;br /&gt;(photograph: Cerian Wagstaff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complete Essay:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[reprinted by permission]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronwyn Lloyd. "Launch speech: Jack Ross's &lt;em&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/em&gt;." (23/9/10):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a launch speech made by Roger Horrocks for Jack’s first collection of short stories, &lt;i&gt;Monkey Miss her Now&lt;/i&gt;, published in 2004 by Raewyn Alexander’s imprint Danger Publishing, Roger said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll all have your own story about how you first encountered the magic kingdom of Alt. As a teenager growing up in the depths of the Auckland suburbs, I believe that discovery saved my life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this he meant the kingdom of Alternative fiction, film, art, underground comics and zine culture. When Jack heard Roger’s words he identified with them immediately and decided that this would be the title for his next collection of stories. And here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very pleased to have been asked to launch Jack’s latest book &lt;i&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/i&gt;, published by Titus Books. &lt;i&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/i&gt; is a collection of seven stories and a new novella, ‘Coursebook found in a Warzone: A Whodunit’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about alternative fiction is that you can’t neatly sum it up in a short speech and you shouldn’t even try. The reader is a collaborator, so what I might have to say about this book or any of Jack’s other books for that matter, will be completely different from what any other reader will have to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack’s books are writerly texts and readers need to be prepared to participate – to take part in a kind of performance and to go on an adventure where they might end up anywhere, everywhere and nowhere all at once. To quote Roger Horrocks again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a character [in Jack’s stories] has walked out the door, he or she can end up anywhere in space, time or language.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reader you are encouraged to tag along, but I can tell you, you can find yourself in some pretty strange and disturbing places, so consider yourself warned.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As an initiate of Jack’s Kingdom of Alt for the past four years with my own sumptuously  decorated chamber inside the palace, I’ve utilized a number of strategies and techniques when reading Jack’s books, particularly his trilogy of novels dealing with the subjects of insomnia, amnesia and blindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multicoloured post-it notes were used to chart all the dismembered stories in &lt;i&gt;Nights with Giordano Bruno&lt;/i&gt;, and I nearly composed a novel of my own on the side trying to nut out all the clues and ciphers so that I could play the sealed "game for one player" that was tucked inside the back of each copy of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink clothes pegs and a retractable washing line were essential for reading the back to front text in my misprinted copy of &lt;i&gt;The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis&lt;/i&gt;, and a magnifying glass came in very handy for reading the palimpsest text running beneath the main text of &lt;i&gt;EMO&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve definitely embraced the idea of collaboration when it comes to Jack’s books although generally I don’t respond to his texts in words, but instead find myself making little models out of paper and card: a pop-up minotaur, a labyrinth made out of cardboard wine-bottle dividers, a concertina castle interior where a werewolf lives made from a fold-down six-pack carton, or, in this case, a 3D paper forest made with photocopies of illustrations by Gustave Doré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I’m trying to tell you is that there are very few signposts. You need to find your own way into Jack’s Kingdom of Alt, but I will give a couple of tips to any brave new initiates who want to cross the drawbridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be put off by weird page layouts like this, from ‘Coursebook found in a Warzone: A Whodunit’:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJvDrB83AsI/AAAAAAAADhg/l7ZK5Bx7ZZQ/s1600/scan0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJvDrB83AsI/AAAAAAAADhg/l7ZK5Bx7ZZQ/s400/scan0065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520220912298164930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack’s maniacal tendencies are well known to those of us who know him so it should come as no surprise to his friends to learn that in the process of researching his novella which features the story of a man who teaches two literature courses in the midst of a war-torn city that Jack invented two entire university papers, ‘Crisis Diaries’ and ‘Banned Books’, complete with an anthology of readings, extensive lecture notes, and a fully navigable blog for each course that you as readers can access via the links on the copyright page of &lt;i&gt;Kingdom of Alt&lt;/i&gt; to add to your reading experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to note is that you should be suspicious of the subtitle of the novella, ‘A Whodunit’, because you may not necessarily be able to solve this whodunit and you might even find yourself wondering just what it is that got done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject of marginalia unites the collection of seven stories that come before the novella in the book. There’s a little mouse called Max who hovers at the edge of one character’s tormented imagination before the spiders and bloodless corpses take over. There are the hidden clues in an allegedly counterfeit letter written by Baudelaire to his mother, and the scorching marginal notes written by an angry wife in the pages of her husband’s pornography collection. There are the creepy handwritten notes of a young anorexic woman in the margins of a poem about a wolfman cruelly treated by his wife, and in the story ‘The Isle of the Cross’ Jack takes the idea of marginalia one step further, with his character writing in the margins of a non-existent text, Herman Melville’s great lost manuscript ‘The Isle of the Cross’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll leave you to puzzle the rest out for yourselves when you buy a copy of the book and I’d now like to invite Jack to read a passage from ‘The Isle of the Cross’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJu-XdYcj_I/AAAAAAAADhI/RVk4ON98Q2s/s1600/jack+on+his+deathbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJu-XdYcj_I/AAAAAAAADhI/RVk4ON98Q2s/s400/jack+on+his+deathbed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520215078506106866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The author in repose&lt;br /&gt;(courtesy: &lt;a href="http://tingrewemmasmith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emma Smith&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-6986100627582879516?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/6986100627582879516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=6986100627582879516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/6986100627582879516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/6986100627582879516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2010/08/kingdom-of-alt-2010.html' title='Kingdom of Alt (2010)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJVEsmZpWZI/AAAAAAAADew/4p4psDnpTpA/s72-c/Kingdom+of+Alt+%282010%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-5548524891636476826</id><published>2009-12-26T09:21:00.017+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:13:18.424+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pania Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bronwyn Lloyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Silhouette (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465clPoP1I/AAAAAAAADLY/_FrOpuaasVc/s1600-h/Silhouette+%282009%29ai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465clPoP1I/AAAAAAAADLY/_FrOpuaasVc/s400/Silhouette+%282009%29ai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444492900222648146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover Image &amp;amp; design: Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(December 25, 2009) &lt;em&gt;Silhouette&lt;/em&gt;. Auckland: Pania Press, 2009. 7 pp. [gift edition].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silhouette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S4647f3eXDI/AAAAAAAADKo/qS2wjkJvN_I/s1600-h/Silhouette+1ai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S4647f3eXDI/AAAAAAAADKo/qS2wjkJvN_I/s400/Silhouette+1ai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444492331843476530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465DQyo4-I/AAAAAAAADKw/TpQLt2Ntvso/s1600-h/Silhouette+2ai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465DQyo4-I/AAAAAAAADKw/TpQLt2Ntvso/s400/Silhouette+2ai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444492465235616738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465IYJ1B-I/AAAAAAAADK4/KDkj_Ty6rCI/s1600-h/Silhouette+3ai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465IYJ1B-I/AAAAAAAADK4/KDkj_Ty6rCI/s400/Silhouette+3ai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444492553111275490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465Nflv_EI/AAAAAAAADLA/j_-8BCESje4/s1600-h/Silhouette+4ai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465Nflv_EI/AAAAAAAADLA/j_-8BCESje4/s400/Silhouette+4ai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444492641006779458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465SO3ZvII/AAAAAAAADLI/OCMjXsguAA0/s1600-h/Silhouette+5ai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465SO3ZvII/AAAAAAAADLI/OCMjXsguAA0/s400/Silhouette+5ai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444492722416761986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465XGGXdVI/AAAAAAAADLQ/q--jEl7VzJI/s1600-h/Silhouette+6ai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465XGGXdVI/AAAAAAAADLQ/q--jEl7VzJI/s400/Silhouette+6ai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444492805962954066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paniapress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pania Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/ 5 Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;North Shore City 0630&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ75 (postage included within NZ)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mosehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/give-away.html"&gt;Mosehouse Studio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jurgen Wegner, “The Pania Press.” &lt;i&gt;Brandywine Bookman’s Repository for Australia &amp;amp; New Zealand&lt;/i&gt;  #30 (January 2011): 9-10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favourite technique is collage and a further work by Ross produced last year, &lt;i&gt;Silhouette&lt;/i&gt;, is also comprised of unique copies with each illustrated with a collage of vintage fabric samples as well as fashion cuts from issues of 1950s &lt;i&gt;Ladies home journal&lt;/i&gt; ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-5548524891636476826?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/5548524891636476826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=5548524891636476826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/5548524891636476826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/5548524891636476826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2009/12/silhouette-2009.html' title='Silhouette (2009)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/S465clPoP1I/AAAAAAAADLY/_FrOpuaasVc/s72-c/Silhouette+%282009%29ai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-4342496833552471297</id><published>2009-12-22T09:09:00.013+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:12:58.465+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pania Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bronwyn Lloyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Argo &amp; The Wahine (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SzUhiETFnfI/AAAAAAAADAc/u2RBoMveOmA/s1600-h/Argo+(2009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SzUhiETFnfI/AAAAAAAADAc/u2RBoMveOmA/s400/Argo+(2009).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419274595763330546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover image &amp; design: Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Argo &amp; The Wahine.&lt;/em&gt; By Bronwyn Lloyd &amp; Jack Ross. Auckland: Pania Press, 2009. 24 pp. [signed edition of 30 copies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Ross&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;p align="center"&gt;Argo&lt;br /&gt;Hiding the Lunch&lt;br /&gt;The Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Mayday&lt;br /&gt;Before the Storm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Last Letter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SzUhqs32BnI/AAAAAAAADAs/nTnrAcw2ork/s1600-h/Argo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SzUhqs32BnI/AAAAAAAADAs/nTnrAcw2ork/s400/Argo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419274744093869682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mosehouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-again.html"&gt;Mosehouse Studio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2009/11/before-storm.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SzUhmoKMV1I/AAAAAAAADAk/cFOFMD_Tt0A/s1600-h/Argo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SzUhmoKMV1I/AAAAAAAADAk/cFOFMD_Tt0A/s400/Argo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419274674109175634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-4342496833552471297?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/4342496833552471297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=4342496833552471297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/4342496833552471297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/4342496833552471297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2009/12/argo-wahine-2009.html' title='The Argo &amp; The Wahine (2009)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SzUhiETFnfI/AAAAAAAADAc/u2RBoMveOmA/s72-c/Argo+(2009).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-5713506261832221875</id><published>2009-09-16T11:38:00.013+12:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:12:35.878+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kilmog Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dean Havard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Return of the Vanishing New Zealander (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFfyoWF45I/AAAAAAAACWc/3dfL36brEtg/s1600-h/return1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFfyoWF45I/AAAAAAAACWc/3dfL36brEtg/s400/return1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382188353112630162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Book design: Dean Havard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFf4fKhYlI/AAAAAAAACWk/P3NMgZ9OFyA/s1600-h/return1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFf4fKhYlI/AAAAAAAACWk/P3NMgZ9OFyA/s400/return1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382188453727396434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Front cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Return of the Vanishing New Zealander&lt;/em&gt;. ISBN 978-0-9864507-6-1. Dunedin: Kilmog Press, 2009. 20 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFgCZ_bDBI/AAAAAAAACWs/4_1p3vqJx2M/s1600-h/return+title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFgCZ_bDBI/AAAAAAAACWs/4_1p3vqJx2M/s400/return+title.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382188624137358354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Title page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ NZ&lt;br /&gt;NZ Golf (and English) Academy&lt;br /&gt;Boi-Boi on Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;Language School Picnic&lt;br /&gt;Journey to the West&lt;br /&gt;Index&lt;br /&gt;Mysteries: A Christmas Poem&lt;br /&gt;In the Days of &lt;em&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Question of Faith&lt;br /&gt;Bonfire Gothic&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFhocI9-pI/AAAAAAAACW8/jHW-M4DA2Mo/s1600-h/return+copyright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFhocI9-pI/AAAAAAAACW8/jHW-M4DA2Mo/s400/return+copyright.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382190377060924050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Copyright page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kilmogpress.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-publications.html"&gt;Kilmog Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-chapbooks.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFhgzT03yI/AAAAAAAACW0/xaiqTf946IY/s1600-h/return2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFhgzT03yI/AAAAAAAACW0/xaiqTf946IY/s400/return2a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382190245841526562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kilmogpress.com/"&gt;Kilmog Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po Box 1562&lt;br /&gt;Dunedin&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ35&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFiB2HbenI/AAAAAAAACXE/m6_UPVxNWYc/s1600-h/Return2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFiB2HbenI/AAAAAAAACXE/m6_UPVxNWYc/s400/Return2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382190813530520178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back dustjacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://sscs.massey.ac.nz/news.htm#news4"&gt;Nga-Atawhainga Creagh&lt;/a&gt;, "Collector's Edition." &lt;em&gt;School of Social and Cultural Studies&lt;/em&gt;, Massey University (4/11/09):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of Dr. Jack Ross, lecturer in Creative Writing at the Albany campus and author of three published novels, two books of short stories and several books of poems, will be delighted to know he has published a new chapbook of poems titled &lt;em&gt;The Return of the Vanishing New Zealander&lt;/em&gt;. According to Jack, the limited edition collection works through the complexities of being a “'New Zealander' in an increasingly multi-cultural and polyglot country." He welcomes the changes in society, "whereas a lot of other people seem to see them as some kind of erosion of integrity and identity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is rather special as it is Jack's first hardback, a rarity amongst New Zealand publishers. It can be bought from Parsons Bookshop on Wellesley St in Auckland city. Jack would like to make special mention that Parsons are an amazing supporter of the local arts scene, and stock virtually every New Zealand author and artist, maverick or mainstream: “Go in there and spend some money!” Alternatively, the book can be ordered directly from the publisher at Kilmog Press in Dunedin, whose &lt;a href="http://kilmogpress.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-publications.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; also features a sample poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Jack! And we will look forward to more published work in the future.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alistair Paterson, "Books and Magazines in brief: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Return of the Vanishing NEW ZEALANDER&lt;/span&gt;, by Jack Ross (Kilmog Press, PO Box 1562, Dunedin, 20 pp., $35)." &lt;em&gt;Poetry NZ&lt;/em&gt; 40 (2010): 108:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Return of the Vanishing New Zealander&lt;/span&gt;, by Jack Ross, is a beautifully presented, hand-covered chapbook, produced in the classic manner with a marvellously designed title page and wonderful end papers. Its title is derived from Leslie Fiedler’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Return of the Vanishing American&lt;/span&gt; – a writer who was adopted by the Blackfoot tribe and known as ‘the wild man of American criticism’. One could say something of the latter in regard to Jack Ross who in his own way can sometimes be thought of as a wild man of New Zealand Literature – the twelve poems in the present collection reinforce this view yet at the same time offer writing that’s invariably ‘right’ with every word of every line put together as the poetry insists and requires. With such wonderful writing and superbly skilful printing and binding, this is a book for the collector – a publication not to be missed!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-5713506261832221875?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/5713506261832221875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=5713506261832221875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/5713506261832221875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/5713506261832221875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2009/09/return-of-vanishing-new-zealander-2009_16.html' title='The Return of the Vanishing New Zealander (2009)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SrFfyoWF45I/AAAAAAAACWc/3dfL36brEtg/s72-c/return1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-3391406875608553537</id><published>2009-05-19T12:01:00.020+12:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:12:09.992+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pania Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bronwyn Lloyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Je donne à mon espoir (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIBjCXyEJI/AAAAAAAABGk/LJaRbOfw5oE/s1600-h/je+donne+a+mon+espoir+%282009%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIBjCXyEJI/AAAAAAAABGk/LJaRbOfw5oE/s400/je+donne+a+mon+espoir+%282009%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337330209831129234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Book design: Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://paniapress.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-titles.html"&gt;Je donne à mon espoir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Auckland: Pania Press, 2009. 8 pp. [limited edition of 21 copies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je donne à mon espoir&lt;/em&gt; (after Apollinaire)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mosehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-first-year.html"&gt;Mosehouse Studio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paniapress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pania Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/ 5 Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;North Shore City 0630&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ25 (postage included within NZ)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIBeqZvG1I/AAAAAAAABGc/-uv6ixbIItY/s1600-h/je+donne+a+mon+espoir+%282009%29a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIBeqZvG1I/AAAAAAAABGc/-uv6ixbIItY/s400/je+donne+a+mon+espoir+%282009%29a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337330134677396306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIDFXHedcI/AAAAAAAABGs/Ie3yHwkI9bQ/s1600-h/Je+donne+a+mon+espoir+%282008%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIDFXHedcI/AAAAAAAABGs/Ie3yHwkI9bQ/s400/Je+donne+a+mon+espoir+%282008%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337331899027060162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Book design: Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(November 23, 2008) &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mosehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-first-year.html"&gt;Je donne à mon espoir&lt;/a&gt;: A Translation from Apollinaire&lt;/em&gt;. Auckland: Pania Press, 2008. 8 pp. [gift edition].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je donne à mon espoir ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIFueB2m7I/AAAAAAAABHE/5W2NUp1riO8/s1600-h/Je+donne+a+mon+espoir+%282008%29a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIFueB2m7I/AAAAAAAABHE/5W2NUp1riO8/s400/Je+donne+a+mon+espoir+%282008%29a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337334804280417202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-3391406875608553537?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/3391406875608553537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=3391406875608553537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/3391406875608553537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/3391406875608553537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2009/05/je-donne-mon-espoir-2009.html' title='Je donne à mon espoir (2009)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIBjCXyEJI/AAAAAAAABGk/LJaRbOfw5oE/s72-c/je+donne+a+mon+espoir+%282009%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-7129815035227621570</id><published>2009-05-19T10:37:00.014+12:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:11:47.682+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pania Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bronwyn Lloyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Minotaur (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIBXz5OR4I/AAAAAAAABGU/1-uM1TB6bxs/s1600-h/Minotaur+(2009).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIBXz5OR4I/AAAAAAAABGU/1-uM1TB6bxs/s400/Minotaur+(2009).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337330016966297474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Book design: Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://paniapress.blogspot.com/2008/11/minotaur.html"&gt;Minotaur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Auckland: Pania Press, 2009. 4 pp. [limited edition of 21 copies]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minotaur (after Jorge Luis Borges]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://mosehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/minotaur.html"&gt;Pania Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://paniapress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pania Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/ 5 Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;North Shore City 0630&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ75 (postage included within NZ)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIBRnZ8Z9I/AAAAAAAABGM/4jBBWrXhRdA/s1600-h/Minotaur+(2009)a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIBRnZ8Z9I/AAAAAAAABGM/4jBBWrXhRdA/s400/Minotaur+(2009)a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337329910534662098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShID2A5FpBI/AAAAAAAABG0/J1O9ArPxwLA/s1600-h/Minotaur+(2008).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShID2A5FpBI/AAAAAAAABG0/J1O9ArPxwLA/s400/Minotaur+(2008).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337332734874723346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Book design: Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(November 6) &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mosehouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-day.html"&gt;Minotaur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: A Translation of "Laberinto," by Jorge Luis Borges. Auckland: Pania Press, 2008. 4 pp. [gift edition]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minotaur&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIEfloPPsI/AAAAAAAABG8/wBRa5fPPG7M/s1600-h/Minotaur+(2008)a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIEfloPPsI/AAAAAAAABG8/wBRa5fPPG7M/s400/Minotaur+(2008)a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337333449110798018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-7129815035227621570?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/7129815035227621570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=7129815035227621570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/7129815035227621570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/7129815035227621570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2009/05/minotaur-2009.html' title='Minotaur (2009)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIBXz5OR4I/AAAAAAAABGU/1-uM1TB6bxs/s72-c/Minotaur+(2009).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-2633702422256632106</id><published>2009-02-08T15:22:00.015+13:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:05:31.347+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Denny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jen Crawford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puriri Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alistair Paterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poetry NZ 38 (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SarrH16ofvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/HJuEXcwUsiU/s1600-h/PNZ38+(2009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SarrH16ofvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/HJuEXcwUsiU/s400/PNZ38+(2009).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313630774165234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover design: Bill Wieben / Cover photgraphy: Nic Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poetry New Zealand&lt;/em&gt; 38 (March 2009). ISSN 0114-5770. 111 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SarrXj06kNI/AAAAAAAAA58/xXJBfyfF4o8/s1600-h/PNZ+38+(2009)b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SarrXj06kNI/AAAAAAAAA58/xXJBfyfF4o8/s400/PNZ+38+(2009)b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313900796252370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack Ross&lt;/em&gt; / Editorial / 9&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEATURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen Crawford&lt;/em&gt; / background / 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pop Riveter&lt;/span&gt; / 11-26&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POEMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Johanna Aitchison&lt;/span&gt; / We Have Come to Collect Our Lives / 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / Sibling Rivalry / 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Raewyn Alexander&lt;/span&gt; / ‘Men a mystery to me’ / 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / Beautiful liars and their gloss / 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rosetta Allan&lt;/span&gt; / Uncle / 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ruth Arnison&lt;/span&gt; / The bare facts / 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Serie Barford&lt;/span&gt; / The Takata Effect / 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Guy R. Beining&lt;/span&gt; / A knight without armorment / 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Robert James Berry&lt;/span&gt; / Rasputin / 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Iain Britton&lt;/span&gt; / Pania / 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tony Chad&lt;/span&gt; / Signature Brand / 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Janet Charman&lt;/span&gt; / Wahine / 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jennifer Compton&lt;/span&gt; / – I Like That Clown / 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / The Pines / 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Craig Cotter&lt;/span&gt; / rice balls for son / 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brett Cross&lt;/span&gt; / Prophet / 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shirley Deuchrass&lt;/span&gt; / Aestralata lessoni / 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grant Duncan&lt;/span&gt; / Conductress / 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / Crepusculum / 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;J. J. Fagan&lt;/span&gt; / Kumara Diggers / 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derek Fenton&lt;/span&gt; / A Tale of Two Heroes / 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sue Fitchett&lt;/span&gt; / Sweet &amp; sour notes / 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Janis Freegard&lt;/span&gt; / Magpie / 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Michael Hall&lt;/span&gt; / Small town takeaway / 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alice Hooton&lt;/span&gt; / Café Black Cat / 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / Mrs Casy / 52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;David Howard&lt;/span&gt; / On Bertolt Brecht’s Birthday / 53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / You should have seen them go / 53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / Come down / 54-55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Linda Hunter&lt;/span&gt; / Moon Creek / 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hayden Hyams&lt;/span&gt; / Rattle / 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / Waitakere / 58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Helen Jacobs&lt;/span&gt; / The White of Winter / 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sophia Johnson&lt;/span&gt; / These hills / 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mahdy Khaiyat&lt;/span&gt; / Nice / 61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Leonard Lambert&lt;/span&gt; / Curtain-call / 62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Noel Monahan&lt;/span&gt; / The Calf-Bearer / 63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tim Nees&lt;/span&gt; / Buying Power / 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jenny O’Brien&lt;/span&gt; / Night / 65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;John O’Connor&lt;/span&gt; / Five Haiku / 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / River Talk / 67&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jacqueline C. Ottaway&lt;/span&gt; / Tales out of School / 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / André Went to Christchurch / 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mark Pirie&lt;/span&gt; / The Park / 70-71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kerry Popplewell&lt;/span&gt; / Konini School, 1910 / 72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / Summer 1943 / 73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lee Posna&lt;/span&gt; / An Address / 74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / A degree in November Spring / 75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / Blood in the mountain / 76&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Richard Reeve&lt;/span&gt; / Inquisition / 77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / Elegy / 78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / Dawn / 79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nicholas Reid&lt;/span&gt; / Homage to Diogenes / 80-81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Michael Sharkey&lt;/span&gt; / Young Woman with a Tea-Towel / 82&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Michael Steven&lt;/span&gt; / On Francis Street / 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / Seventeen Seconds: Mahurangi Ridge / 84&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / The eel (after Montale) / 85-86&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ann Walker&lt;/span&gt; / Notes on a Day / 87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / The day Lauris Edmond died / 88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Saint James Harris Wood&lt;/span&gt; / Cash Crow, Cash Crow / 89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– / Tumbleweed / 90-92&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lee Posna&lt;/em&gt; / Contemporary American Poetry / 93-100&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Richard Reeve&lt;/em&gt;/ Jack Ross &amp; Jan Kemp, ed. &lt;em&gt;NZ Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;, 3 vols (Auckland: AUP, 2006-8) / 101-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack Ross&lt;/em&gt; / Books &amp; Magazines in brief / 107-8:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coral Atkinson &amp; David Gregory, ed. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Land very Fertile: Banks Peninsula in Poetry &amp; Prose&lt;/span&gt; (Christchurch: CUP, 2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stu Bagby, ed. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just Another Fantastic Anthology: Auckland in Poetry&lt;/span&gt; (Auckland: Antediluvian Press, 2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helen Bascand, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;into the vanishing point&lt;/span&gt; (Wellington: Steele Roberts, 2007)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Harlow, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Tram Conductor’s Blue Cap&lt;/span&gt; (Auckland: AUP, 2009)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John O’Connor, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Parts of the Moon: Selected Haiku &amp; Senryu, 1988-2007&lt;/span&gt; (Teneriffe, Queensland: Post Pressed, 2007)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Takahe&lt;/span&gt; 64 (Winter 2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CONTRIBUTOR NOTES&lt;/span&gt; / 109-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SarrOrbFd4I/AAAAAAAAA50/drLK-WW7SL0/s1600-h/PNZ+38+(2009)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SarrOrbFd4I/AAAAAAAAA50/drLK-WW7SL0/s400/PNZ+38+(2009)a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313748216575874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetrynz.net/current-issue/"&gt;Poetry New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-2633702422256632106?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/2633702422256632106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=2633702422256632106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/2633702422256632106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/2633702422256632106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2009/02/poetry-nz-38-2009.html' title='Poetry NZ 38 (2009)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SarrH16ofvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/HJuEXcwUsiU/s72-c/PNZ38+(2009).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-8612804839882879504</id><published>2008-03-10T14:47:00.030+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:52:25.783+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Caffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jan Kemp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AUP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>New NZ Poets in Performance (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShjK66A4RaI/AAAAAAAABM8/NqjROziAy18/s1600-h/New+NZ+Poets+%282008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShjK66A4RaI/AAAAAAAABM8/NqjROziAy18/s400/New+NZ+Poets+%282008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339240471601890722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover image: Sara Hughes / Cover design: Christine Hansen /&lt;br /&gt;Text design: Katrina Duncan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross. Poems selected by Jack Ross and Jan Kemp. ISBN 978 1 86940 4093. Auckland: Auckland University Press, 2008. xiv + 146 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Preface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Kennedy&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1959)&lt;br /&gt;I was a feminist in the eighties&lt;br /&gt;Cat Tales&lt;br /&gt;Whenua (2)&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Howard&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1959)&lt;br /&gt;Talking Sideways&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;On the Eighth Day&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Newton&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1959)&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Ferret trap&lt;br /&gt;Inland&lt;br /&gt;Opening the Book&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serie (Cherie) Barford&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1960)&lt;br /&gt;Plea to the Spanish Lady&lt;br /&gt;God is near the Equator&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny Bornholdt&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1960)&lt;br /&gt;Rodnie and her bicycles&lt;br /&gt;Bus stop&lt;br /&gt;Weather&lt;br /&gt;Then Murray came&lt;br /&gt;Please, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny Powell-Chalmers&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1960)&lt;br /&gt;Carnival of Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Box&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gregory O’Brien&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1961)&lt;br /&gt;Epithalamium, Wellington&lt;br /&gt;It will be better then&lt;br /&gt;Solomon singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt; Great Lake&lt;br /&gt;There is only one&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Price&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1962)&lt;br /&gt;Ghastlily&lt;br /&gt;The Origins of Science&lt;br /&gt;Keeping ravens&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Pule&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1962)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt; Restless People&lt;br /&gt;Ka hola&lt;br /&gt;He&lt;br /&gt;Liogi&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Ross&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1962)&lt;br /&gt;Except Once&lt;br /&gt;A Woman Named Intrepid&lt;br /&gt;Idyll&lt;br /&gt;Disorder and Early Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Johnston&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1963)&lt;br /&gt;How to Talk&lt;br /&gt;How to Walk&lt;br /&gt;Les Baillessats&lt;br /&gt;The Present&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glenn Colquhoun&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1964)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt; Whakapapa&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if she took one pill for her heart …&lt;br /&gt;Lost property&lt;br /&gt;On the death of my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lynda Chanwai-Earle&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1965)&lt;br /&gt;Details from a personal journal&lt;br /&gt;Gasp&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonja Yelich&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1965)&lt;br /&gt;narrow neck from the boat ramp&lt;br /&gt;1YA&lt;br /&gt;writing desk&lt;br /&gt;whangaparaoa – on the sundeck&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tusiata Avia&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1966)&lt;br /&gt;My Dog&lt;br /&gt;My First Time in Samoa&lt;br /&gt;Wild Dogs Under My Skirt&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Brown&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1966)&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Soup From a Stone&lt;br /&gt;The Crewe Cres Kids&lt;br /&gt;The Day I Stopped Writing Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1967)&lt;br /&gt;The hen of tiredness&lt;br /&gt;Takahe&lt;br /&gt;On the road with Rose&lt;br /&gt;In a minute&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Quigley&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1967)&lt;br /&gt;New York Four&lt;br /&gt;Restless&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Sullivan&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1967)&lt;br /&gt;Waka 46&lt;br /&gt;V Honda Waka&lt;br /&gt;Waka 70 i Matakitaki&lt;br /&gt;Waka 62 A narrator’s note&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emma Neale&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1969)&lt;br /&gt;Spoken For&lt;br /&gt;Jane Coleridge&lt;br /&gt;You’re Telling Me&lt;br /&gt;Confessional Poem&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Helstone&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kate Camp&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1972)&lt;br /&gt;Postcard&lt;br /&gt;Documentaries&lt;br /&gt;Backroads&lt;br /&gt;Water of the Sweet Life&lt;br /&gt;Guests&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tracey Slaughter&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1972)&lt;br /&gt;anatomy of dancing with your future wife&lt;br /&gt;biography day&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick Ascroft&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1973)&lt;br /&gt;The Badder &amp;amp; the Better&lt;br /&gt;All of the Other Ascrofts Are Dead&lt;br /&gt;Cheap Present&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kapka Kassabova&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1973)&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for the big emptiness&lt;br /&gt;One morning like a sleeper&lt;br /&gt;My life in two parts&lt;br /&gt;A city of pierced amphorae&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thérèse Lloyd&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1974)&lt;br /&gt;Forecast&lt;br /&gt;One Hundred Hours&lt;br /&gt;Scorpion Daughter&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Pirie&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1974)&lt;br /&gt;Good Looks&lt;br /&gt;Making a Point&lt;br /&gt;Progress&lt;br /&gt;The Third Form&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia Macassey&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1975)&lt;br /&gt;Outhwaite Park&lt;br /&gt;Outer Suburb&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard Reeve&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1976)&lt;br /&gt;Dark Unloading: A Villanelle&lt;br /&gt;Ranfurly&lt;br /&gt;Victory Beach&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variant Readings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibliography&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShjLLWMR-OI/AAAAAAAABNM/Kbhmra1jEKc/s1600-h/New+NZ+Poets+%28blurb%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShjLLWMR-OI/AAAAAAAABNM/Kbhmra1jEKc/s400/New+NZ+Poets+%28blurb%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339240754043812066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://aonzpsa.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-nz-poets-in-performance.html"&gt;Aotearoa NZ Poetry Sound Archive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-nz-poets-teaching-notes.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auckland.ac.nz/uoa/aup/order/order_home.cfm"&gt;Auckland University Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University Of Auckland&lt;br /&gt;1-11 Short St.&lt;br /&gt;Private Bag 92019&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;aup@auckland.ac.nz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auckland.ac.nz/aup/"&gt;http://www.auckland.ac.nz/aup/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 45.00&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShjLGCR_SvI/AAAAAAAABNE/aGBXwqbx_j4/s1600-h/New+NZ+Poets+%28back%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShjLGCR_SvI/AAAAAAAABNE/aGBXwqbx_j4/s400/New+NZ+Poets+%28back%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339240662799698674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auckland.ac.nz/uoa/aup/forthcoming/forthcoming_home.cfm"&gt;AUP&lt;/a&gt;, "New New Zealand Poets in Performance." &lt;em&gt;forthcoming&lt;/em&gt; (24/6/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poets in Performance&lt;/span&gt; series, this book collects the work of a new generation of poets - from Anne Kennedy to Glenn Colquhoun, Jenny Bornholdt to Robert Sullivan - who came to prominence in the 1980s, 1990s and early 2000s. These poets are notable for their variety, their distinctive voices and their fresh approaches to poetic form and subject. As in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Classic &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contemporary New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/span&gt;, Ross and Kemp have selected and presented on two CDs material from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive, completed in 2004. There are more than two hours of poets reading their own work and the accompanying book prints the texts of the poems as they have been read. Selected bibliographies and short biographies for each poet and an appendix of variant readings are also included.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/nelson-mail/features/weekend/magazine/535310/The-joy-of-rhythm-and-rhyme"&gt;Jessica Le Bas&lt;/a&gt;, "The joy of rhythm and rhyme." &lt;em&gt;Nelson Mail&lt;/em&gt; (16/7/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Ross and Jan Kemp have edited a series, &lt;i&gt;New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/i&gt;, each year now since 2006 - first classic poets, then contemporary poets. This month sees the launch of another, &lt;i&gt;New New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/i&gt; (Auckland University Press, $44.99), heralding new voices in the poetry scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this series attractive is that each book comes with two CDs of the poets reading a selection of their work. Now you can stay home, with your cognac and your fire roaring (heat pump doesn't seem to have the same poetic cadence, does it?), and listen to Allen Curnow reading The Skeleton of the Great Moa, or Denis Glover reading his quintessential Magpies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Baxter and Hunt in this series, C K Stead and O'Sullivan, to name a few good poets. In this latest collection, you can hear Glenn Colquhoun and Jenny Bornholdt. What better place to start sampling New Zealand Poetry?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/about-us/news/article.cfm?mnarticle=poetry-cds-an-alternative-to-talkback-radio-16-07-2008"&gt;Jennifer Little&lt;/a&gt;, "Poetry CDs an alternative to Talkback Radio." &lt;em&gt;Massey News&lt;/em&gt; (16/7/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compact disc recordings in a new anthology of New Zealand's hottest new poets promise to engage a wide audience, including those who are not “poetry fiends”, says one of its co-editors Massey English lecturer Dr Jack Ross ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A lot of people might want to try listening to the poems while they're in the car driving to work," Dr Ross says. "Instead of talkback radio, why not open up to some new ideas with a poem?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book follows &lt;em&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Contemporary New Zealand Poets in Performance &lt;/em&gt;and brings together 28 young to mid-career poets, including Anne Kennedy, Jenny Bornholdt, Glenn Colquhoun and Andrew Johnston, to celebrate “the rich jangle of clashing ideas, voices, genders that combine to make a living culture”, Dr Ross says in his introduction.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter Dornauf, "Tuning into Mid-career Poets." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waikato Times&lt;/span&gt; (2/8/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This volume and CDs, along with the other two companions, will make a very useful, worthwhile addition to secondary and tertiary libraries as well as to the libraries of individual dedicated followers of lyrical fashion.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"New New Zealand Poets in Performance." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unity Books Spring Newsletter&lt;/span&gt; (20/8/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A companion to classy, bestselling anthologies &lt;em&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Contemporary New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;, this new collection features 28 young and mid-career poets notable for variety, freshness, IQ and distinctiveness and presents material from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive (includes 2 CDs).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pat White, "A Delight for Poetry Lovers." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wairarapa Times&lt;/span&gt; (20/8/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This volume brings to a close the most thorough survey of New Zealand poetry ever undertaken. Three volumes have been published with material gleaned from a comprehensive ctalogue of poets reading their work which has been stored as the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The volume is attractively printed, with an easily used layout, all work is referenced and accompanied by biographical notes. Any reader of poetry will find this sequence of publications an essential reference, quite apart form a very satisfying access point to much that is best in New Zealand poets writing at their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt the monumental task Kemp and Ross set themselves must have grown to something more than they imagined possible. Now however, the results speak for themselves. We have a very valuable progress report on the state of poetry, for the delight of this country's poetry lovers, and the use of its students. as editors Kemp and Ross deserve the nation's thanks for a task completed well.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Margaret Christensen, "New New Zealand Poets in Performance." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wairarapa Times-Age&lt;/span&gt; (23/8/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editors Ross and Kemp here continue the excellent selections they have made, along with archival CDs, in the past few years. ... All together the collections mine work which gives an overview in both sight and&lt;br /&gt;sound of the topography of poetry in this country.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;All of the poets included have quite impressive track records of publication in this country and overseas. They have won many awards, which are handily documented at the end of each poet's selection - which is very useful for students of our literature, both now and later.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Crises have obviously occurred in these lives but the reader can only guess at the triggering circumstances. That does not necessarily mean that the reader is left bewildered, just aware.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"New New Zealand Poets in Performance." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Art News reviews (Spring 08)&lt;/span&gt; (27/8/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt that hearing poetry read aloud is a much more physical, dynamic and dramatic experience that brings the rhythm, tone and rhyme of the medium to the fore. In this multi-media publication, which includes two CDs of poets in performance mostly taken from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive, established in 2004 by poet Jan Kemp, the reader has the best of both worlds. the third in a series of 'New Zealand Poets in performance', this features the voices of 28 of New Zealand's young to mid-career poets, including Kate Camp, Anne Kennedy, Gregory O'Brien and James Brown, whose quirky, irreverent poem about seeing Elvis "just walking across the quad in no particular hurry" is a gem. Two hours of poets reading their work, accompanied by the text of each poem, makes this a treat for poetry lovers.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arts.org.nz/rev48.htm"&gt;Trevor Reeves&lt;/a&gt;, "New New Zealand Poets in Performance." &lt;em&gt;Southern Ocean Review&lt;/em&gt; (2008):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164 pages of anthology again (third time) of the poets in performance, with two nice cd's to play with the actual poets reading their work. This time there are some South Island poets in there, including Richard Reeve who is making a big name for himself as an establishment poet. Also Jenny Powell-Chalmers writing about Dunedin (good on her) with 'Carnival of Chocolate'. Ideal for reading aloud, and she does read well. Even trivia like “Lunch Box' sounds good read. Nick Ascroft is in there too. New Zealand is bountifully supplied with bright new poets making their mark now. When you have nothing much to write about, you can make even the most mundane sound brilliantly exciting, as in 'The Badder &amp;amp; the Better'. I liked Anne Kennedy's poem: 'I was a feminist in the eighties', ending: “&lt;em&gt;Then a lion came prowling out of the jungle / and ate the feminist all up&lt;/em&gt;”. David Howard writes competently and his work sounds good read out, quite entertaining in fact. James Brown is good…. entertaining stuff, especially 'Loneliness', about Elvis Presley. Unpretentious, funny, great. A full book of very competent practitioners of the poetic arts, and nice to listen to, too.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam Finnemore, "Books: New New Zealand Poets in Performance." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Craccum&lt;/span&gt; 16 (2008):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with the last two instalments, Jack Ross and Jan Kemp have chosen smartly from the 2004 Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Archive, and there's so much to enjoy here: highlights include Robert Sullivan's remarkable 'Star Waka' poems; Anna Jackson's breathy delivery of razor sharp verse; John Pule, Tusiata Avia and James Brown. It's a useful chance to reassess certain poets too; Glenn Colquhoun, who I'd never particularly rated on the page since &lt;em&gt;Playing God&lt;/em&gt;, comes across notably well both in the book and on CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the book and the recordings come across as distinctly fresh and modern, and the editors have clearly achieved their goal; of creating a clear identity for each volume of the &lt;em&gt;Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt; trilogy. The combination of book and CD is effective as ever; iPod users can sift the audio around usefully while keeping the original discs safely nested inside the book itself, for this is going to be a book worth taking care of. &lt;em&gt;New New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt; makes a solid end to Ross and Kemp's series, a smart package well-chosen from a huge range of material and likely to have enduring value as a poetic snapshot of the now. Highly recommended.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Richard Reeve, "Review of Jack Ross and Jan Kemp (eds), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Classic, Contemporary&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/span&gt; (Auckland: Auckland University Press, 2006-8)." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poetry NZ&lt;/span&gt; 38 (2009): 101-6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross and Kemp’s editorial selection is eclectic, pragmatic and personal, with gems in all three books. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a unit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Zealand Poets in Peformance&lt;/span&gt; does give a sense of the voice enshrined of different epochs and cultures and, importantly, the volumes illustrate continuity (as distinct from ‘progress’, which in poetry is no longer a permissible concept) in the passage from Brasch and Curnow to Olivia Macassey and Mark Pirie, with the artform surviving all critical prescriptions from all times, cheating attempts to pin it down. Hearing poets reading their work often changes one’s impression of the text. In several cases, what at first glance seem to be bad poems on the page are transformed by a poet’s voice into powerful, acutely realised poetic moments, while other poems that impress at first reading come across as flat and uninspired when delivered by the author. This exemplifies the enigma of what constitutes ‘voice’ in poetry: some well-loved, celebrated poets are dry performers of their work, yet few would say they don’t have a voice. To the editors’ lasting credit, their compilation presents many such faces of poetry, with surprises that warrant returning to again and again to savour. That, in the end, is the most anyone can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helen Dennis, "Review of Chris Orsman, &lt;em&gt;The Lakes of Mars&lt;/em&gt; (AUP, 2008); Sam Sampson, &lt;em&gt;everything talks&lt;/em&gt; (AUP, 2008); Bob Orr, &lt;em&gt;Calypso&lt;/em&gt; (AUP, 2008); Sonja Yelich &lt;em&gt;Get Some&lt;/em&gt; (AUP, 2008); &lt;em&gt;New New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;, ed. Jack Ross &amp;amp; Jan Kemp (AUP, 2008); Richard Reeve, &lt;em&gt;In Continents&lt;/em&gt; (AUP, 2008); Leonard Lambert, &lt;em&gt;Skywire&lt;/em&gt; (Steele Roberts, 2008)." &lt;em&gt;The Warwick Review&lt;/em&gt; (March 2009): 61-72 [66-67]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jack Ross &amp;amp; Jan Kemp (eds), &lt;em&gt;New New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt; (Auckland University Press, 2008), ISBN 978-1-86940-409-3, 146 pp, NZ$44.95 (pb)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Both [Sonja] Yelich and Richard Reeve are featured in the compendious collection of &lt;em&gt;New New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;. The debate continues in poetry circles as to the necessity and point of poets performing their own work, with some declaring that if the poem works properly on the page, i.e. if the poet's craft is up to the job, then performance is totally unnecessary. On the other hand, others believe that the poetic text is somewhat like a  musical score waiting to be interpreted and performed by the poet, who is thus both "composer" and "instrumentalist". I tend towards the latter view, depending on the type of poetry. Certainly &lt;em&gt;New New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt; is a delightful introduction to a wide diversity of new New Zealand poetic voices, and given the differences between received English pronunciation in the UK and kiwi English, it is extremely useful to have the poets' own voices interpreting their works on two CDs here. Twenty-eight young and mid-career poets are represented, so it is impossible to give many name checks; but listen to the cumulative humour of the first poem, "I was a Feminist in the eighties" by Anne Kennedy, and I swear you'll be hooked!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allan Phillipson, "Review of Jack Ross and Jan Kemp (eds), &lt;em&gt;New New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;, (Auckland: Auckland University Press, 2008), pp. 162 (plus two CDs), ISBN-13: 978-1-86940-409-3.” &lt;em&gt;CNZS Bulletin of New Zealand Studies&lt;/em&gt; 2 (2009):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember seeing John Newton’s “Ferret Trap” (p. 13) for the first time in 1988, in Mark Williams’ Caxton Press Anthology: &lt;em&gt;New Zealand Poetry 1972-1986&lt;/em&gt;. The poem gave me a sense of recognition and unease, the rural environment captured (“the chooks in the macrocarpas”) and twisted (“sheep’s heart jammed on a nail”). Twenty years later, hearing Newton’s South Island Gothic as I drive through the Devon countryside, I almost missed my turnoff as the sound took me back to my grandfather’s woolshed: the rusty rabbit traps, the nooses of bailing twine, the greasy creak of the gates. In his preface, Ross advises us to take these poems and “listen to them in the car” (p. xii), but I say no – the process is too distracting, too dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series has done an immense amount of good in preserving and disseminating the voices of our writers. The value of hearing poets read cannot be underestimated. From the clipped, almost British tones of Allen Curnow in volume one, to the ‘Mad Kiwi Ranter’ persona of David Eggleton in volume two, each of the recordings reflect and illuminate an aspect of our history. Ross stated that poets to come would have their own “virtual reality webcasts” (p. ix), and implied that this series would come to an end with volume three. I fervently hope that this is not the case, and that both the Poetry Sound Archive and its publications will continue.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green, Paula, &amp;amp; Harry Ricketts. &lt;i&gt;99 Ways into NZ Poetry&lt;/i&gt;. A Vintage Book (Auckland: Random House New Zealand, 2010):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a follow-up to the impressive efforts of Jan Kemp, Jonathan Lamb and Alan Smythe to record as many major New Zealand poets as possible (1974), Kemp and Smythe decided to establish a more expansive archive of spoken poetry (2002). The final result, the &lt;a href="http://aonzpsa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive&lt;/a&gt;, is in the Special Collections at the University of Auckland and includes 171 poets. This comprehensive project allowed poets twenty minutes each and CD space for complementary material such as bibliographies and images. With a copy of the archive now deposited at the Alexander Turnbull Library, the significance of listening to poetry is made more tangible with access to the reading or performance of a considerable number of New Zealand poets now available. One offshoot of the archival project is a series of anthologies published by Auckland University Press that allow a poetry audience to both read and hear poems by key New Zealand poets. Edited by Kemp and Jack Ross, the anthologies are grouped in chronological clusters: &lt;i&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance, Contemporary New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;New New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/i&gt;. One can hear the shift in the reading styles over generations, from the earlier tones of poets such as A R D Fairburn, R A K Mason, Charles Brasch and Allen Curnow (lofty, polite and rhapsodic) to the more conversational qualities (mellifluous, lyrical or downbeat) of contemporary poets as diverse as David Howard, Andrew Johnston, Mark Pirie, Sonja Yelich and Kate Camp. [Paula Green, 'Performing the Poem', pp.267-68].&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-8612804839882879504?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/8612804839882879504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=8612804839882879504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/8612804839882879504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/8612804839882879504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-nz-poets-in-performance-2008.html' title='New NZ Poets in Performance (2008)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShjK66A4RaI/AAAAAAAABM8/NqjROziAy18/s72-c/New+NZ+Poets+%282008%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-2319600366013451558</id><published>2008-03-10T14:44:00.038+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:11:01.460+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Titus Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jen Crawford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brett Cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>EMO (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJu-oV0DhdI/AAAAAAAADhQ/psqTKpqj8KU/s1600/emo+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJu-oV0DhdI/AAAAAAAADhQ/psqTKpqj8KU/s400/emo+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520215368532198866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover image: Emma Smith, "have I been pardoned yet?" (detail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The R.E.M. [&lt;em&gt;Random Excess Memory&lt;/em&gt;] Trilogy, 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;. A Novel by Jack Ross. ISBN 978-1-877441-07-3. Auckland: Titus Books, 2008. [vi] + 258 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVA AVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eva Android&lt;br /&gt;2. Dear E.&lt;br /&gt;3. Family Album&lt;br /&gt;4. February 6, 1935&lt;br /&gt;5. The Cat&lt;br /&gt;6. February 11, 1935&lt;br /&gt;7. Strange Meeting&lt;br /&gt;8. The Contract&lt;br /&gt;9. February 15, 1935&lt;br /&gt;10. First Night&lt;br /&gt;11. Arrival&lt;br /&gt;12. February 18, 1935&lt;br /&gt;13. Searching&lt;br /&gt;14. Work&lt;br /&gt;15. March 11, 1935&lt;br /&gt;16. The Vivisectionist&lt;br /&gt;17. 1001 Nights&lt;br /&gt;18. March 16, 1935&lt;br /&gt;19. Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;20. Dogs&lt;br /&gt;21. Night Visit&lt;br /&gt;22. April 1, 1935&lt;br /&gt;23. Together Forever&lt;br /&gt;24. The Excursion&lt;br /&gt;25. April 29, 1935&lt;br /&gt;26. Madness&lt;br /&gt;27. The Hotel&lt;br /&gt;28. May 10, 1935&lt;br /&gt;29. Murder&lt;br /&gt;30. But his hands were around my throat&lt;br /&gt;31. Ten Days that Shook the World&lt;br /&gt;32. The Trial&lt;br /&gt;33. May 28, 1935&lt;br /&gt;34. Last Day of a Condemned Man&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOONS OF MARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Marlow&lt;br /&gt;2. Welcome to my World&lt;br /&gt;3. The Invitation&lt;br /&gt;4. Welcome to my World (2)&lt;br /&gt;5. Hysterical Blindness&lt;br /&gt;6. Welcome to my World (3)&lt;br /&gt;7. Luce&lt;br /&gt;8. Dinner&lt;br /&gt;9. Burmese Days&lt;br /&gt;10. The Bargain&lt;br /&gt;11. Backstory&lt;br /&gt;12. Somnambulism&lt;br /&gt;13. Chantage&lt;br /&gt;14. The Investigation&lt;br /&gt;15. Trois filles de leur mère&lt;br /&gt;16. Club D&lt;br /&gt;17. Glam Metal Detectives&lt;br /&gt;18. Night Journey&lt;br /&gt;19. Outside&lt;br /&gt;20. Trilogies&lt;br /&gt;21. Rumble Edge Line&lt;br /&gt;22. Trilogies (2)&lt;br /&gt;23. Life on Mars&lt;br /&gt;24. Trilogies (3)&lt;br /&gt;25. Hydrogen&lt;br /&gt;26. King Candaules&lt;br /&gt;27. Free Love&lt;br /&gt;28. Helium&lt;br /&gt;29. Confessions&lt;br /&gt;30. Marriage&lt;br /&gt;31. High&lt;br /&gt;32. Terminus&lt;br /&gt;33. The Great Stone Face&lt;br /&gt;34. Doubts&lt;br /&gt;35. Iris&lt;br /&gt;36. Iris Recognition&lt;br /&gt;37. Iris Out&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVID IN OTHERWORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ovidius Naso&lt;br /&gt;2. Tristia 3.2&lt;br /&gt;3. Video-consult&lt;br /&gt;4. The Undead&lt;br /&gt;5. Tristia 3.3&lt;br /&gt;6. Blood-drive&lt;br /&gt;7. Exul Ludens&lt;br /&gt;8. Tristia 3.8&lt;br /&gt;9. Drip-feed&lt;br /&gt;10. Blinding&lt;br /&gt;11. Tristia 3.10&lt;br /&gt;12. Truth-telling&lt;br /&gt;13. ovid v. divo&lt;br /&gt;14. Tristia 3.12&lt;br /&gt;15. Witch-finding&lt;br /&gt;16. roma amor&lt;br /&gt;17. Tristia 3.13&lt;br /&gt;18. Hypno-slave&lt;br /&gt;19. Ovids 3&lt;br /&gt;20. Tristia 5.7&lt;br /&gt;21. Fever-dreams&lt;br /&gt;22. Ovid in the Third Reich&lt;br /&gt;23. Tristia 5.10&lt;br /&gt;24. Head-hunter&lt;br /&gt;25. Six Memos for the Next Millennium&lt;br /&gt;26. Tristia 5.12&lt;br /&gt;27. Title-story&lt;br /&gt;28. Lost Books of the Fasti&lt;br /&gt;29. Epistulae 1.2&lt;br /&gt;30. Poetry-reading&lt;br /&gt;31. Sleep Threshold – Hypnagogia&lt;br /&gt;32. Epistulae 4.7&lt;br /&gt;33. Face-saving&lt;br /&gt;34. Ovid Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;35. Epistulae 4.10&lt;br /&gt;36. Scene-stealing&lt;br /&gt;37. Suetonius: “Divus Augustus”&lt;br /&gt;38. Epistulae 4.14&lt;br /&gt;39. Fasti V: 421-44&lt;br /&gt;40. Dream-catcher&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SAFxxsiEDBI/AAAAAAAAAac/5w148QDUBW4/s1600-h/emo+%282008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SAFxxsiEDBI/AAAAAAAAAac/5w148QDUBW4/s400/emo+%282008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188553344289082386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover design: Brett Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palimpsest Texts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHEHERAZADE'S WEB:&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;1001 Nights&lt;/em&gt; and Comparative Literature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preface&lt;br /&gt;Introduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt; - Malory and Scheherazade: A Study in Narrative Method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/strong&gt; - Europe, Christianity and the Crusades in the &lt;em&gt;1001 Nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/strong&gt; - Voyage en Orient: The Victorian Traveller and the &lt;em&gt;Arabian Nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/strong&gt; - Parodies of the &lt;em&gt;Nights &lt;/em&gt;in Nineteenth-century Literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/strong&gt; - The Poetics of Stasis: Twentieth-century Readings of the &lt;em&gt;Nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works Cited&lt;br /&gt;Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;Chronology&lt;br /&gt;Concordance&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACK'S METAMORPHOSES:&lt;br /&gt;Collage-Poems &amp;amp; Sequences (1997-2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;I: Chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack’s Metamorphoses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;II: The Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evenings in the Blackout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;III: Semele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dieting. I’m Hungry too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;IV: Daughters of Minyas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Cave of Henry James&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;V: Arethusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Britney Suite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;VI: Marsyas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ancestral Voices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;VII: Theseus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anamorphoses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;VIII: Icarus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love in Wartime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;IX: Iolaus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Postcards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;X: Pygmalion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Servants of the Wankh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;XI: Midas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suburban Apocalypse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;XII: Rumour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Days Under Water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;XIII: Glaucus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Citizens of the People’s Republic of Freaktown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;XIV: Pomona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses &lt;/em&gt;XV: Hippolytus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papyri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes on Sources&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Publius Ovidius Naso:&lt;br /&gt;TRISTIA, EPISTULAE EX PONTO &amp;amp; IBIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tristia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book I&lt;br /&gt;Book II&lt;br /&gt;Book III&lt;br /&gt;Book IV&lt;br /&gt;Book V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epistulae ex Ponto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book I&lt;br /&gt;Book II&lt;br /&gt;Book III&lt;br /&gt;Book IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ibis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJu-ujwnqNI/AAAAAAAADhY/zR2nBPfL8D4/s1600/emo+cover2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJu-ujwnqNI/AAAAAAAADhY/zR2nBPfL8D4/s400/emo+cover2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520215475355101394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third volume of his REM trilogy, after the urban inferno of &lt;i&gt;Nights with Giordano Bruno&lt;/i&gt; (2000) and the purgatorial stasis of &lt;i&gt;The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis&lt;/i&gt; (2006), Jack Ross explores the closest thing to a paradise his cast of crazies can conceive of – let alone aspire to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:360%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E M O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RANDOM EXCESS MEMORY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ … &lt;i&gt;I had a companion when I first came here, all those years ago. But we spent too long exploring our new world. When he tried to leave he shrivelled into dust. I found his body and buried him. Flint, he was called.”&lt;br /&gt;“But ... why didn’t you shrivel into dust. If you followed him out.”&lt;br /&gt;“He never drank the water or ate the weeds.”&lt;br /&gt;“But ...”&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly something clicked into place. She saw the milky mildness of his deep-set eyes as they actually were: a mask for thick, impenetrable cataracts of scar-tissue.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I fed you on them. I’m sorry. I want you to stay with me and be my wife&lt;/i&gt;.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EARTH&lt;br /&gt;MARS&lt;br /&gt;OTHERWORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the book itself exists like a music of the spheres that runs along the tops of the pages, available only to a concentrated sense of hearing, but as real as fuck.&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Will Christie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abstract:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There’s an obsession with blindness, certainly – with ageing dictators and visionaries: Hitler, Ovid, Shahryar. What else can we say about the narrator of this book? He (or she) takes refuge in flights of fancy, posting pseudonymous entries on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later they’re printed out on the backs of any pages, used or scribbled on, that come to hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the three stories explores a set of flawed relationship: Hitler and Eva, Marlow and Phil, Ovid and the wise-woman. …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all an attempt to find the perfect partner, whether she be android clone, registered nurse, or girl-next-door? ..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book consists of a set of three online narratives: one devoted to Earth (&lt;a href="http://www.ave-eva.blogspot.com/"&gt;EVA AVE&lt;/a&gt;), a futuristic story about a girl convinced that she’s the clone of Hitler’s mistress Eva Braun; one to Mars (&lt;a href="http://barsoomiana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moons of Mars&lt;/a&gt;), the story of a violent sex-ring based under the pyramids of Mars; and one set in the Otherworld of a patient under psychoanalysis (&lt;a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ovid in Otherworld&lt;/a&gt;), who believes that he’s the poet Ovid, in exile on the Black Sea. The titles of the stories make an anagram of the word &lt;i&gt;EMO&lt;/i&gt;: a neo-gothic youth style, derived (allegedly) from the words “Excessively Emotional”. Before publication, I copied each story onto pages already “contaminated” by other texts: a critical book about the 1001 Nights, a set of poetry pageworks grouped around Ovid’s &lt;i&gt;Metamorphoses&lt;/i&gt;, as well as the Latin text of Ovid’s exile letters. These can be seen (but not clearly read) through the print of the “over-story”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Texts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ave-eva.blogspot.com/"&gt;EVA AVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barsoomiana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moons of Mars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ovid in Otherworld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dinarzade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scheherazade's Web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelatinlibrary.com/ovid.html"&gt;Tristia, Epistulae &amp;amp; Ibis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2007/04/metamorphose-metamorphoses.html"&gt;Jack's Metamorphoses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/09/contents.html"&gt;Papyri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2007/03/britney-suite_21.html"&gt;The Britney Suite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/Sound%20Files/J%20Ross%20Cat%20EMO.mp3"&gt;The Cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/html/OrderForm.htm"&gt;Titus Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 102&lt;br /&gt;Waimauku&lt;br /&gt;West Auckland&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;titus@snap.net.nz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/index.html"&gt;http:/titus.books.online.fr/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 44.95 (+ $2 postage &amp;amp; packing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShYFLjXP_SI/AAAAAAAABLE/_bKD7IvzfOk/s1600-h/emolaunch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShYFLjXP_SI/AAAAAAAABLE/_bKD7IvzfOk/s400/emolaunch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338460104323759394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Titus Book launch (l9/6/08)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueacres.blogspot.com/2008/06/jack-rosss-emo.html"&gt;Jen Crawford&lt;/a&gt;, "Jack Ross's EMO: Launch speech at Alleluya cafe, Thursday 19th June." &lt;em&gt;blue acres&lt;/em&gt; (24/6/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... this is a book which isn’t satisfied with being self-contained. It reaches beyond its own covers, beyond its author, inviting you into one of the great endangered pleasures of literature – which is the sense of its endlessness, the way one book can open another book for you, like a friend giving you a private gift; perhaps the key to a room you can now share – a room, of course, which would have many other doors.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.scoop.co.nz/independents-night/"&gt;Scott Hamilton&lt;/a&gt;, "Independent's Night." &lt;em&gt;Scoop Review of Books&lt;/em&gt; (24/6/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like its predecessors, &lt;em&gt;Nights with Giordano Bruno&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis&lt;/em&gt;, Ross’ &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; is a sprawling, delightfully bewildering work. Ross sets several stories in motion, as he moves between Mars, Nazi Germany, and the dream-like version of Auckland’s North Shore that recurs almost obsessively in his writing. At the heart of &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; is the tale of a recently blinded writer and his servant, a very human android named Eva. The embittered writer tries to impose his will upon Eva, but she subtly resists his whims. The story of Eva and her faltering master has the simple power of a fable, and Ross finds parallels for it in the &lt;em&gt;Arabian Nights&lt;/em&gt;, as well as in the relationship between Hitler and his secretary-cum-wife, Eva Braun ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross is a lapidarian scholar, fluent in half a dozen languages, but he is also a passionate fan of &lt;em&gt;America’s Next Top Model&lt;/em&gt;, and his writing has always refused to distinguish between ‘high’ and ‘low’ culture. The very look of &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; mocks the conventions of both literature and academic scholarship - texts are artfully layered on its outsize pages, alongside photographs, cartoons, and cryptic diagrams. Ross’ prose is full of dirty jokes, as well as learned asides and sad observations. &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; could keep you busy for years on a desert island, but it can also entertain you during that hour between the end of &lt;em&gt;Shortland St&lt;/em&gt; and the beginning of &lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bill Direen, "Review of &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/html/ReviewsJRoss.html"&gt;Percutio&lt;/a&gt; 3 (2009): 82.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My review copy measured in at 17.4 x 24.7 x 2.1 cm which, knowing Jack a little, might represent some mystical dimension of an alchemical age. The first impression is dramatic. Here we have a book uncharacteristically (for both the author and for Titus Books) large and boldly striking (with its blood-red sketch of a weary child's face); it also invites a biplanar approach. It is at once strident and muted. ... The impression is of a private studio, reflection of the writer's mind, scattered with his influences and cuttings which have appealed to him over the years, which have formed him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Richard Taylor, "Review of &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;a href="http://sydreef.blogspot.com/2010/03/issue-39-march-2010.html"&gt;brief&lt;/a&gt; 39 (2010): 116-21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of pure formal complexity, “visual beauty”, originality of form and intellection connected to a strong underlying ethic, &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; is a unique masterpiece of an innovative and original kind, rarely seen in NZ literature. Jack Ross has long had a very real and intense fascination with stories and tales: in particular science fiction, horror, fantasy, stories of Borges and others, along with other literature; and most prominently in &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;, the stories from &lt;em&gt;1001 Nights&lt;/em&gt;, and those of Ovid’s &lt;em&gt;Metamophoses&lt;/em&gt;. Despite an extensive and sometimes disturbing use of sex, violence, Fantasy, Gothic, and of irony, it is an ultimately engrossing and enchanting tale, or a tale about writing or of writing magical tales. And whatever else it is, &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; is homage to Story, and the pure magic of The Tale.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Are we then in some monstrous intellectual monument with no end – can this book not be read and enjoyed? Do we all have to read all works of literature and so on and read modern philosophy to enjoy or deal with this book? Do we have to wade through all these codes and complexities and cryptics? I must confess that this was my own doubt. But the main text’s story, or stories, makes up what is in itself a narrative of extraordinary adventures, and indeed the central section is set on Mars, involves intrigue, seduction, sado-masochism, drugs, murder, as well as codes. We are in a labyrinth, but it is compensated for by the very enchanting language that Ross uses, and the intensity of the many episodes in the book.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brett Cross, "Power Relations and Sexual Manipulation: Review of &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;, by Jack Ross (Titus Books, 2008) $44.95." &lt;em&gt;Landfall&lt;/em&gt; 219 &lt;em&gt;- On Music&lt;/em&gt; (2010): 189-91.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poetry is one of the highlights of the book, simple and moving, contemporary yet mythical: here is Ross writing at his best. Ovid, too, is the other genuinely sympathetic character in &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;, 'bookending' nicely with Eva in the opening section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an author tries to do so much in a book, experimenting radically with layout, story structure, plot, character and setting, there are bound to be certain things that excite and exasperate different readers. Most, though, should be won over by both the cryptic and engaging design, and by the unremitting atmosphere of gothic mystery.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://readingthemaps.blogspot.com/2011/02/against-all-decent-restraint-jack-ross_05.html"&gt;Scott Hamilton&lt;/a&gt;, "Against all 'decent restraint': Jack Ross talks about &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;em&gt;Reading the Maps&lt;/em&gt; (5/2/11):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly pleased to be able to publish an interview with the  venerable Jack Ross which has apparently proved too long for any of our  local offline literary journals to host. The interview was conducted by &lt;a href="http://richardinfinitex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Richard Taylor&lt;/a&gt;,  a man with a longstanding and well-deserved reputation for digression,  and moves through subjects as different and differently interesting as  life on Mars, the future of the book, the last days of the Roman poet  Ovid, the 'socio-sexual extremism' of Kathy Acker, Auckland's 1998 power  blackout, and the political consequences of the suppression of emotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they chat, Jack and Richard return again and again to &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;, the large and strange novel &lt;a href="http://books.scoop.co.nz/2008/06/24/independents-night/"&gt;Jack published in September 2008&lt;/a&gt;. Jack has a vast private library, which he has catalogued in disconcerting detail on a website named &lt;a href="http://madbookcollection.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Gentle Madness&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;,  with its multiple layers of text, multiple plots, and slips between  distant times and places, often seems like an attempt to fit a whole  library between the covers of one volume. Precisely because of its  improvisational, wide-ranging nature, Richard's chat with Jack makes a  good introduction to the book. ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interview (abridged)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited by Bill Direen]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;EMO&lt;/i&gt;: A DIALOGUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between Richard Taylor &amp;amp; Jack Ross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richard:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;EMO – what does it mean and why is it the title?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; Well, it’s a musical style – and a kind of lifestyle choice. “Emo” stands for “extremely emotional” (or so I’m told). It’s rather like the Goth style, only Goths tend to see Emos as very suburban and spurious. When I heard about it a few years ago, I thought it perfectly summed up what I was trying to do in this book – both the excessive emotionalism and the faint air of the spurious. After that, though, I started making up a whole series of puns as retrospective justifications: E/ Earth – M/ Mars – O / Otherworld; and E/ Eva – M/ Marlow – O/Ovid. That gave me my core cast. The mood preceded the material in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richard:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Am I right in saying that &lt;/i&gt;EMO&lt;i&gt; is quite different from the work of other writers today because you are yourself quite vigorously using the Internet and Blogs to allow the reader to follow the various "strands" of &lt;/i&gt;EMO?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; The internet and the idea of hypertext and shifting plains of reference is certainly a gift to the aspiring labyrinth-builder. Joyce and Escher seem to have got along okay without it, but I guess for me the world-wide-web is a kind of democratisation of the impulse: everyone their own Borges, with a tithe of the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the death of the author goes, well, there is another Jack Ross – a hard-bitten desert-loving Reno detective in the works of a guy named Bernard Schopen (and actually, since &lt;i&gt;EMO&lt;/i&gt; was published, yet another Jack Ross has surfaced: a Scottish crime-writer who wrote a book called &lt;i&gt;Requiem&lt;/i&gt;) – so maybe I am dead after all, and just don’t know it … I deliberately fail to name the protagonist in all three books of the trilogy. Which makes sense to me because they’re all focussed on a central male figure undergoing some kind of extreme turmoil (they might all be versions of the same person, in fact). But actually all three books are by me, and I’m a male, resident in Auckland (where all three books are set), sharing many experiences with these central figures, etc. So of course they are all me. But then they’re not, either, because they’re fictionally-projected personages in mysterious mirror-worlds. These seem to me unavoidable accompaniments to the whole business of writing fiction. You could say that I was deconstructing fiction by undermining certain aspects of the projection – pointing out the paradox of pretending to be someone else when everyone knows it’s just you in a funny wig. But then Cervantes did all that in &lt;i&gt;Don Quixote&lt;/i&gt; and it didn’t stop his characters seeming real – or believable, which isn’t quite the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;i&gt;EMO&lt;/i&gt; takes this lack of verisimilitude pretty far. It’s hard for me to believe that many readers will be comfortable with such naked and perfunctory scaffolding I provide in various parts of the story. But then I’m not particularly interested in making people feel comfortable. You’ve got to go pretty far nowadays to wake them up at all – to break up the frozen sea within them, as Kafka said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richard:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Do you think that there are too many “strands” or “themes” in EMO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; Well, there’s a lot of stuff in there, certainly. I make no apology about that. Too much is a value judgement every reader will have to make for themselves. I’d say there were too many plots and stories in Ovid’s &lt;i&gt;Metamorphoses&lt;/i&gt;, myself – it’s not a particularly unified work. “Is &lt;i&gt;EMO&lt;/i&gt; so overpacked as to be incoherent?” I guess you’re asking. I’m sure some readers will think so. But I suppose the readers I want are the ones who like to read into things – who don’t expect everything to present itself elegantly on the surface so they can move on to the next thing as rapidly as possible. Nobody’s obligated to dive into &lt;i&gt;EMO&lt;/i&gt;. I hope, in fact, that only the people who get a kick out of that kind of thing do. It’s hard to see it seriously comparing with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cantos&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finnegans Wake&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maximus&lt;/span&gt; or those other twentieth-century whales when it comes to being packed with material, though. Even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tristram Shandy&lt;/span&gt;, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richard:&lt;/b&gt; [comment question] &lt;i&gt;I don't see &lt;/i&gt;EMO&lt;i&gt; as only a novel. In fact I don't see it fitting into any particular genre. I would say that &lt;/i&gt;EMO&lt;i&gt; is multi-textual and involves (like &lt;/i&gt;Nights&lt;i&gt; and &lt;/i&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;i&gt;) many visual elements. It also connects to popular and high culture and so on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; I’d certainly concur with that. And again, I don’t claim any great originality there. It’s got a lot of competing generic elements (as do Kathy Acker’s “novels”). I chose the designation “novel” for it for various reasons, I guess:&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;because it sounds more approachable (and therefore salable) than calling it an “experimental text” or something like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because I’m in love with the idea of the novel form: a genre so debatable, so potentially all-inclusive that it can straddle bourgeois fiction, magic realism, Apuleius, traditional Chinese &amp;amp; Japanese forms, and virtually anything else you can throw at it. Where are its limits, in fact? We haven’t reached them yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richard:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Did you deliberately place the text that is “horizontal”, which I call the “subtext”, and which contains all the stories and other texts on your other Blogs etc, in such a way that it obscures the “main text”? This “slowing the reader” down, making the reader pay attention to the process of your writing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, that was one reason. A literal metaphor for the contextualising we all do when we try to make sense of one text in terms of another. Really, though, it was because I saw some letters written in the early nineteenth-century, around the Jane Austen era, where the writer had crossed the text – written first horizontally, then vertically, on the same piece of paper – with every confidence that their correspondent would make sense of it. That was done purely to conserve paper, of course (at a premium during the Napoleonic wars, I understand). But it just looked so fantastic – so impenetrable and  mysterious. I immediately started to wonder how one could reproduce that effect in a printed book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should one bother is I guess one valid question, but the answer must be because it enables you to literally incorporate many texts in one. There are, then, three books contained within the one book of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;. There’s the principal text on top, the three novellas, but underneath that there’s a complete book of critical essays on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thousand and One Nights&lt;/span&gt; (written by me, of course, but attributed in context to the main male character in the Eva Ave story – insofar as that isn’t me. I created him, and he wrote my book, so in a sense he is me, but of course he’s also fictionalised and gifted with a lot of ideas, opinions and character traits which I certainly hope aren’t true of me, since I find them quite abhorrent). As well as that there’s a book of 15 collage-poems (mostly published in brief magazine at various times) called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack’s Metamorphoses&lt;/span&gt;, which includes a set of 15 short essays on the numerous English verse translations of Ovid’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Metamorphoses&lt;/span&gt;. So that’s three books in one: fiction, poetry and essays all bound into the one cover. But as well as that I include the Latin text of Ovid’s exile-letters from the Black Sea underneath the third section of the book, Ovid in Otherworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that is there. But of course there has to be a fictional justification for it in the world of the book itself as well. And that is basically that the (blind) almost-invisible protagonist of the whole narrative, who’s presumably dreaming up all these stories and printing them out, has accidentally started to use a set of pages which already had writing on them. He can’t see the effect, but we do. That’s also why the texts underneath are running backwards, in reverse to the flow of the top, “executive” narratives. That’s what would happened if you picked up a stack of Xeroxed pages and run it through a printer backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richard:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;The images, photos, symbols, diagrams and the font changes and alternations; together with trace of the subtext “behind” the main text make this book quiet visually and conceptually exciting for me. Apart from all else the very layout of the book has a kind of beauty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; I hope so. It took an awful long time to achieve some of those effects, I must say.  I was on the edge of my seat till the very last minute to see how the printers would deal with that bleached-out subtext and deliberately boldened top-text. It had to be at least potentially readable to work …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richard:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;You are quite interested in codes and symbols?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, I guess that “being interested” in codes and symbols is putting it mildly. I’m a huge admirer of Poe’s work. The nineteenth-century French (Baudelaire and Mallarmé principal among them) were entirely correct in their assessment of his genius, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richard:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Is “Metamorphoses” the alternative name?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack:&lt;/b&gt; It can be if you want it to be. Strictly speaking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack’s Metamorphoses&lt;/span&gt; is the title of one of the underlying texts in the book, the collection of poems. Apuleius’s novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Golden Ass&lt;/span&gt; is also called (in Latin) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Metamorphoses&lt;/span&gt;, of course – and I guess you can see how much I’ve been influenced by it. It’s certainly in my top ten favourite books, if not my favourite of all. You can see it in this book as much as the more directly invoked Ovidian epic. So, yes, this book is the conclusion to a conversation about the idea of Metamorphosis or change conducted through all three parts of the trilogy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atlantis&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;. The titlepage of the first novel in the sequence includes a quote from an Italian book about Giordano Bruno, in fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;II fine di tutto l’operazione è forse essenzialmente questo, modificarsi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The point of the whole operation is perhaps just this, in essence: self-transformation]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15-16/9/09)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShiRajeH8jI/AAAAAAAABMc/mlbaq2Qfw64/s1600-h/Jen+Crawford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShiRajeH8jI/AAAAAAAABMc/mlbaq2Qfw64/s400/Jen+Crawford.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339177243631940146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/html/WriterJenCrawford.html"&gt;Jen Crawford&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complete Essay:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[reprinted by permission]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen Crawford. "Jack Ross's &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;a href="http://blueacres.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blue acres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (24/6/08):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you already know Jack Ross as a friend, as a teacher, as a prolific poet and fiction writer, an editor, critic, translator, publisher, blogger, and as a warm advocate for some of the more under-explored reaches of New Zealand literature. (I think the relevant epithet that turns up in &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; is “the Sheriff of Freaktown”). A number of us know that we’ve directly benefited from his work in those roles; I could say we all owe him something, because we’re recipients of the literature to which he so generously contributes his energies and talents – and without his work mapping and making that literature it would be considerably narrower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, at first thought it seemed a little bit of a daunting prospect to introduce this book, &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;. There’s a passage in &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; where Jack describes one of his source texts, &lt;em&gt;The Thousand and One Nights&lt;/em&gt;, as more of ‘a literature than a unified work’ – and this is also true of &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; itself. It’s more a library than a book. The book is one of a trilogy, the &lt;em&gt;Random Excess Memory&lt;/em&gt; trilogy – yet it stands alone. Within &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; is another trilogy – the books of Eva, Mars and Ovid – or Earth, Mars and Otherworld – EMO. Behind this internal trilogy, ghosting through its pages is another set of texts – palimpsest texts – that include translations of Ovid and Sappho and Paul Celan, a comparative reading of the &lt;em&gt;Thousand and One Nights&lt;/em&gt;, collections of Jack’s original poetry, and so on. One can also read these texts on a series of linked websites, which (as websites do), lead us on to other websites, just as the books within &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; lead us to other books, both internal and external to its pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, this is a book which isn’t satisfied with being self-contained. It reaches beyond its own covers, beyond its author, inviting you into one of the great endangered pleasures of literature – which is the sense of its endlessness, the way one book can open another book for you, like a friend giving you a private gift; perhaps the key to a room you can now share – a room, of course, which would have many other doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;, with its layered texts, gives us a visual realisation of the narrative manifold that is, to my knowledge, entirely unique (and I should just offer kudos at this point to both Jack and to Titus Press that this is so well realised: there’s no visual strain in reading this, which is quite a technical feat – there’s a lot of love and care gone into its production). The awareness of historical and characterological tensions that are created by these palimpsests is extraordinary. But I’m wary of making the book sound like something it’s not – it’s not a comfortable intellectual rehearsal of post-structuralist concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I haven’t mentioned yet is that ‘Eva’, the protagonist of the first book, is an android clone of Eva Braun; that the middle book is a post-Sadean detective story set on Mars, that in the third book Ovid hallucinates his exile in Auckland and his vampiric enslavement at the hands of a succubus nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s a very moving book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m quite serious about that. Jack quotes Borges writing about &lt;em&gt;The Thousand and One Nights&lt;/em&gt; – ‘keep reading as the day declines and Scheherazade will tell you your own story’. For all the weird schlock-genre fun that EMO allows us to indulge in, it is very much about our own stories. It’s the most outlandish fiction, and the most unsettling fiction, because it won’t quite sit down and &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; fiction. Or it might be more accurate to say that it won’t quite sit down and let its readers – or its writer – be real. So however much I appreciate Jack Ross’s contributions to literature, I’m no longer entirely convinced that he’s not actually a three-dimensional simulacrum of a fictional Reno private eye. Having read the fragments of Eva Braun’s diary, which Jack includes here, and having read the heartbreaking letters of Eva Android to her lost sister, Eva Braun, I’m pretty sure I know some other members of the Eva clone-clan – in fact they are disturbingly familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One comes away with a deep consciousness and a deep wariness of the way that people become stories and that stories recur: Beauty and the Beast; Scheherezade and Shahryar, the wives of Bluebeard, Eva and Adolf. But Eva, however quietly, insists: she is a clanswoman, not a clone. This is one of the great beauties of this book and of Jack’s work in general. Among the stories are so many of the generic horrors, generic pleasures, generic loves we live and dream – but the generic is never blindly presented as ‘the way things are’ – nor is it dismissed as meaningless repetition. The power of its unities is openly encountered; the insistent delicate variety of its individual manifestations, and of its metamorphoses, is uncovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a serious book. It’s a book that suggests our stories – those we return to over and over, those we read in the dead of night, those we hide under the bed – &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; those we hide under the bed – are not incidental. They’re not accidents, they’re not outdated, and they’re certainly not irrelevant to the more ‘serious’ matters of our human condition here and now. I want to read you a short passage from the Mars section, where two clinicians contemplate how to interpret a patient’s story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was useful to get the whole story out of her, but all it can do now is confirm that she’s been living in a fantasy world for quite some time, and that parts of it still seem quite real to her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Observe and treat accordingly then?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve got it. I was like you once, you know. Keen to take up the cudgels for each new patient – trusting their stories, hunting down the corrupt officials and cops who’d victimised them. It doesn’t make you any friends, for one thing. Nor does it really help your patients, longterm. The trouble is their stories just aren’t &lt;em&gt;plausible&lt;/em&gt;, in the final analysis. Either you believe we live on a knife-edge of sanity in a world of seething bestial indulgence and mass-murder, or else you accept that a few wounded souls have difficulties with the stress of modern life ...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva Braun’s presence in this book doesn’t really allow us to accept the second alternative as all there is to it. How we handle the possibility of the first alternative is, of course, a perennial problem. But &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt; reminds us – shocks us – into a new consciousness that we are not without means, not without tools, not without a language for understanding and engaging with the full substance of our world, if we choose to acknowledge it. Because we have our stories, and our stories are talking to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-2319600366013451558?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/2319600366013451558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=2319600366013451558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/2319600366013451558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/2319600366013451558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2008/03/emo-2008.html' title='EMO (2008)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/TJu-oV0DhdI/AAAAAAAADhQ/psqTKpqj8KU/s72-c/emo+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-983633843796674354</id><published>2008-03-10T14:42:00.013+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:10:34.518+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social and Cultural Studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathryn Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massey University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Home &amp; Away (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SCi5FCUFOyI/AAAAAAAAAdM/bYMvjQq4hno/s1600-h/Home+%26+Away+(2008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SCi5FCUFOyI/AAAAAAAAAdM/bYMvjQq4hno/s400/Home+%26+Away+(2008).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199609265970821922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover photograph &amp; design: Kathryn Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home &amp; Away: Life Writing 3&lt;/em&gt;. Edited by Kathryn Lee &amp; Jack Ross. ISBN 978-0-473-13539-3. Massey University: School of Social and Cultural Studies, 2008. ii + 156 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kathryn Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preface: Writer's Block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hayley Baines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes&lt;br /&gt;Rules and Taboos&lt;br /&gt;Seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bianca Burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rebekah Chambers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody Knows&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but Silence&lt;br /&gt;Never Again&lt;br /&gt;Like You&lt;br /&gt;You Were There&lt;br /&gt;Melting&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Black Curls&lt;br /&gt;Your Face&lt;br /&gt;Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bruce Craig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Beautiful Little Dolls,” the Policeman said …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jane Gardiner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardening with Granny&lt;br /&gt;24 June 1977&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rhiannon Horrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling in the Footsteps of Janet White …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Emma Jeffrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bus Full of Pirates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rachel Koch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Lost in Costa Rica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kathryn Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culture Shock 101: Day One in Hsin Chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dana Maton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;The McGintys&lt;br /&gt;Relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tania Menzies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble in Tirau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lisa Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My German Grandfather&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sophie Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules and Taboos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gregory Wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the Mist: Searching for the Lost Huia&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sscs.massey.ac.nz/contact.htm"&gt;Leanne Menzies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Adminstrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sscs.massey.ac.nz/research/index.htm"&gt;School of Social and Cultural Studies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massey University&lt;br /&gt;Private Bay 102 904&lt;br /&gt;North Shore Mail Centre&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 10 (+ $2 postage &amp;amp; packing)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SCi5ViUFOzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wdwd5-PFWF8/s1600-h/Home+%26+Away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SCi5ViUFOzI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wdwd5-PFWF8/s400/Home+%26+Away.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199609549438663474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/about-us/news/article.cfm?mnarticle=new-books-reveal-bold-approach-to-writing-life-06-06-2008"&gt;Jennifer Little&lt;/a&gt;. "New books reveal bold approach to writing life.” &lt;em&gt;Massey News&lt;/em&gt;. [6/6/08]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contributor and co-editor Kathryn Lee says the publication is a testament to the courage of students who overcame fear and the inclination to procrastinate when faced with the blank page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The lesson that I learned from this class [life writing] was a very simple one but one that needed to be learned. Stop worrying and start writing,” Ms Lee says in her preface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home and Away&lt;/em&gt; co-editor, writer and English lecturer Dr Jack Ross says the diverse backgrounds of the contributors produced a huge variety of “amazing” stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Showcasing and polishing these pieces for others to read and learn from has been a great pleasure for me.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-983633843796674354?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/983633843796674354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=983633843796674354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/983633843796674354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/983633843796674354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2008/03/home-away-2008.html' title='Home &amp; Away (2008)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SCi5FCUFOyI/AAAAAAAAAdM/bYMvjQq4hno/s72-c/Home+%26+Away+(2008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-1756562269676039482</id><published>2008-01-07T12:12:00.009+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:10:15.460+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pania Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bronwyn Lloyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Orange Roughy (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/R9G0b04bzOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-mFMaKvUK_4/s1600-h/orange+roughy+(2008)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/R9G0b04bzOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-mFMaKvUK_4/s400/orange+roughy+(2008)a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175115836970224866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover image: Graham Fletcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orange Roughy: Poems &amp;amp; Stories for Tazey.&lt;/em&gt; ISBN 978-0-473-13179-1. Edited by Bronwyn Lloyd &amp; Jack Ross. Auckland: Pania Press, 2008. [ii] + 74 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thérèse Lloyd&lt;/strong&gt; / Orange Roughy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martin Edmond&lt;/strong&gt; / The View from Number Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bernadette Hall&lt;/strong&gt; / Four Poems:&lt;p align="center"&gt; Jacaranda&lt;br /&gt;A Very Short Story About Flying&lt;br /&gt;In Vitro&lt;br /&gt;St Declan’s Stone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michele Leggott&lt;/strong&gt; / Three Poems:&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haukapua&lt;br /&gt;te rau aroha&lt;br /&gt;tapu te ranga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;/strong&gt; / Two Stories:&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some Traditions&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this Gordon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thérèse Lloyd&lt;/strong&gt; / Four Poems:&lt;p align="center"&gt;Takaka&lt;br /&gt;Makara&lt;br /&gt;The Eternals&lt;br /&gt;We’re All Here Alive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Manhire&lt;/strong&gt; / The Secret Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emma Neale&lt;/strong&gt; / Confessional Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susannah Poole&lt;/strong&gt; / The Movie House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tessa Rain&lt;/strong&gt; / Three Songs:&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dargaville Museum&lt;br /&gt;Dirt Poems&lt;br /&gt;Town for You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard Reeve&lt;/strong&gt; / Four Poems:&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sally’s Dream&lt;br /&gt;The Baptism of Guthrum&lt;br /&gt;Doubtful&lt;br /&gt;Ode to Joy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Ross&lt;/strong&gt; / Out Being Alienated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tracey Slaughter&lt;/strong&gt; / How To Leave Your Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Steven&lt;/strong&gt; / Three Poems:&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sainthood&lt;br /&gt;Clerk&lt;br /&gt;Event(s)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damien Wilkins&lt;/strong&gt; / Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michele Leggott&lt;/strong&gt; / &lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt; hello and goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graham Fletcher&lt;/strong&gt; / 9 Pageworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/R9G0Qk4bzNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Mcx3Y7WLrUI/s1600-h/orange+roughya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/R9G0Qk4bzNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Mcx3Y7WLrUI/s400/orange+roughya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175115643696696530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://paniapress.blogspot.com/2008/02/orange-roughy-launch.html"&gt;Pania Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2008/02/booklaunch-on-sunday-9th-march.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/R9G06E4bzPI/AAAAAAAAAZY/6odv4An_l-o/s1600-h/orange+roughy+blurb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/R9G06E4bzPI/AAAAAAAAAZY/6odv4An_l-o/s400/orange+roughy+blurb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175116356661267698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damien Wilkins. Email correspondence. (c. 12/07):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better than a sausage sizzle in front of the Warehouse."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raewyn Alexander. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Magazine&lt;/span&gt; (2008):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book, &lt;em&gt;Orange Roughy&lt;/em&gt;, named after one of Lloyd's poems, is beautifully produced as a limited edition with a hand-painted cover. The stories and poems would intrigue many people. My editor bought three copies, with two for presents later on in the year. They're already in their own decorated envelope and well worth the $25-.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-1756562269676039482?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/1756562269676039482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=1756562269676039482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/1756562269676039482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/1756562269676039482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2008/01/orange-roughy-2008.html' title='Orange Roughy (2008)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/R9G0b04bzOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-mFMaKvUK_4/s72-c/orange+roughy+(2008)a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-8501158063364466463</id><published>2007-11-05T09:15:00.008+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:09:50.819+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wendy Harrex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otago University Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>Landfall 214 (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8yeAvq-ol7E/Tqsw3NjkHDI/AAAAAAAAFiY/SneM-_BiHic/s1600/Landfall%2B214%2Bcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8yeAvq-ol7E/Tqsw3NjkHDI/AAAAAAAAFiY/SneM-_BiHic/s400/Landfall%2B214%2Bcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668678281065667634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover illustration: Emma Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Landfall&lt;/em&gt; 214: "Open House" (November 2007). ISBN 978 1 877372 93 3. 208 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9M8SzbX8g7E/TqswBW0VnlI/AAAAAAAAFiA/wZ0BM_eaf40/s1600/Landfall%2B214%2B%25282007%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9M8SzbX8g7E/TqswBW0VnlI/AAAAAAAAFiA/wZ0BM_eaf40/s400/Landfall%2B214%2B%25282007%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668677355839004242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack Ross &lt;/em&gt;/ Editorial: Rules of Engagement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tracey Slaughter &lt;/em&gt;/ consent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy Brown &lt;/em&gt;/ Siamang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tourettes &lt;/em&gt;/ The Orphanage for Lost Pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer Compton &lt;/em&gt;/ Broken House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kim McBreen &lt;/em&gt;/ I’m Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keith Westwater &lt;/em&gt;/ Now on at a court/house near you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine Liddy &lt;/em&gt;/ Two poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breton Dukes &lt;/em&gt;/ The Herd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gabriel White &lt;/em&gt;/ Tongdo Fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen Crawford &lt;/em&gt;/ Three poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thérèse Lloyd &lt;/em&gt;/ Three poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olivia Macassey &lt;/em&gt;/ Three poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martin Edmond &lt;/em&gt;/ &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;White City: The Autobiography of Ernest Lalor Malley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah Jane Barnett &lt;/em&gt;/ The Drop Distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elizabeth Smither &lt;/em&gt;/ A way of teaching history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kirsten Warner &lt;/em&gt;/ Homeboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouyang Yu &lt;/em&gt;/ The Axis of Exiles: Writing and Teaching between China, Australia and New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claire Talbot &lt;/em&gt;/ Hitlerjunge Quex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stephen Turner &lt;/em&gt;/ Make-over Culture and the New Zealand Dream of Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stu Bagby &lt;/em&gt;/ Two poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tony Beyer &lt;/em&gt;/ Autumn in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scott Hamilton &lt;/em&gt;/ Mr Chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hamish Dewe &lt;/em&gt;/ Landscape Paintings Always Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul Millar &lt;/em&gt;/ Walking with Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael Steven &lt;/em&gt;/ Two poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Richard von Sturmer &lt;/em&gt;/ Dreaming with words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert James Berry &lt;/em&gt;/ Scheherazade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sally Ann McIntyre &lt;/em&gt;/ Two poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emma Smith &lt;/em&gt;/ Kabuki Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bronwyn Lloyd &lt;/em&gt;/ Sink or Swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leonard Lambert &lt;/em&gt;/ Mystery Channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary Macpherson &lt;/em&gt;/ The Costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael Harlow &lt;/em&gt;/ Two poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah Broom &lt;/em&gt;/ Monochrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andrew Slattery &lt;/em&gt;/ Lithographone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ted Jenner &lt;/em&gt;/ A Miller’s Chaff: Malawi 2004-2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Howard &lt;/em&gt;/ Two poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brett Cross &lt;/em&gt;/ the alchemist’s notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Latika Vasil &lt;/em&gt;/ Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raewyn Alexander &lt;/em&gt;/ I feel a garage sale arriving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LANDFALL REVIEW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POETRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah Broom &lt;/em&gt;/ Conversation and Trickery Dickery - Jessica Le Bas: &lt;em&gt;Incognito &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; Richard Taylor: &lt;em&gt;Conversation with a Stone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siobhan Harvey &lt;/em&gt;/ To the Moon and Sun, and Back - Scott Hamilton: &lt;em&gt;To the Moon, in Seven Easy Stages &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; Andrew Johnston: &lt;em&gt;Sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tracey Slaughter &lt;/em&gt;/ How the Raptures Slip - Janet Charman: &lt;em&gt;Cold Snack &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; Will Christie: &lt;em&gt;Luce Cannon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack Ross &lt;/em&gt;/ The Need to Gather Stones - Fiona Farrell: &lt;em&gt;The Pop-up Book of Invasions &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; Geoff Cochrane: &lt;em&gt;84-484&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FICTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen Crawford &lt;/em&gt;/ Possibilities at Play - Bill Direen: &lt;em&gt;Song of the Brakeman &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; Jack Ross: &lt;em&gt;The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CULTURAL COMMENTARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scott Hamilton &lt;/em&gt;/ A Book with No Class - Jane Stafford &amp;amp; Mark Williams: &lt;em&gt;Maoriland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack Ross &lt;/em&gt;/ At the Revival Meeting - Martin Edmond: &lt;em&gt;Waimarino County and Other Excursions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laurence Simmons &lt;/em&gt;/ On Reading On Reading - Lydia Wevers: &lt;em&gt;On Reading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contributor Notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew Kelly &lt;/em&gt;/ Gag Time Funnies&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RzJQws_hxTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zVM6y9jfq1w/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RzJQws_hxTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zVM6y9jfq1w/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130251723169973554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2007/08/landfall-214.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.otago.ac.nz/press/landfall/forthcomingissue.html"&gt;Richard Reeve&lt;/a&gt;. "Landfall - forthcoming issue." &lt;em&gt;Otago University Press&lt;/em&gt;. (21/9/07).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a number of themed issues, &lt;em&gt;Landfall &lt;/em&gt;opens up in a general issue, presenting new voices in poetry and fiction alongside more established writers. Prose writing includes Ted Jenner on Malawi, Stephen Turner on cultural plagiarism and the New Zealand dream of home, Bronwyn Lloyd on doppelgänger suicide, and Ouyang Yu on ‘the axis of exiles’.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radionz.co.nz/national/programmes/artsonsunday.20071202"&gt;Lynn Freeman&lt;/a&gt;. "The Bookshelf: Landfall - Open House." &lt;em&gt;Radio NZ National: Arts on Sunday&lt;/em&gt;. (2/12/07) [five minute downloadable interview with Jack Ross, available online for four weeks from the date of broadcast].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JR:&lt;/strong&gt; "My own feeling is that much more emotional, much more challenging, much more extreme work is becoming more common ..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2007/12/landfall-in-news.html"&gt;Linda Herrick&lt;/a&gt;. "Christmas Crackers - Landfall 214: Open House." &lt;em&gt;Weekend Herald: Canvas&lt;/em&gt; (8/12/07): 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest editor Ross has compiled a diverse range of stories, poems, photos, essays and book reviews which, when you start to read them, are actually a bit creepy. Keith Westwater's poem &lt;em&gt;Now on a court/house near you &lt;/em&gt;is an all too familiar three-part inter-generational horror story of domestic violence and child abuse. It's like reading a crime report in the paper. "Tourettes" poem &lt;em&gt;The Orphanage for Lost Pets&lt;/em&gt; is about "the stars of last Christmas" who've been dumped by their owners. None of that this Christmas (or any time of year).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-8501158063364466463?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/8501158063364466463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=8501158063364466463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/8501158063364466463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/8501158063364466463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/11/landfall-214-2007.html' title='Landfall 214 (2007)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8yeAvq-ol7E/Tqsw3NjkHDI/AAAAAAAAFiY/SneM-_BiHic/s72-c/Landfall%2B214%2Bcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-2552917206423025557</id><published>2007-10-22T09:27:00.063+13:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:40:19.590+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prizes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronology'/><title type='text'>Chronology &amp; Comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShR1CTMYcQI/AAAAAAAABIk/s6AbNuHZyTA/s1600-h/mmekong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShR1CTMYcQI/AAAAAAAABIk/s6AbNuHZyTA/s400/mmekong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338020140713275650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[On the Mekong River (7/1/02)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1962 - Born in Auckland (6 November)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1967-72 - Murrays Bay Primary School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1973-74 - Murrays Bay Intermediate School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1975-79 - Rangitoto College&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1980-81 - Holiday Job: helped to run a children’s holiday programme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1981-85 - Holiday Job: processed mortgage applications in the Post Office Savings Bank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1984 – BA in English / Italian (Auckland University)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1985 – (co-winner) Fowlds Prize: Best Student, Auckland Arts Faculty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1986 - Taught tutorials on Chaucer and Shakespeare at Auckland University&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1986 – MA in English, with 1st class honours (Auckland University) - Thesis: &lt;em&gt;The Early Novels of John Masefield, 1908-1911&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1986-1990 – Commonwealth Scholarship to Edinburgh University&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1989-90 - Tutored Fourth-year Honours classes on Early Modernism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1990 – PhD in English and Comparative Literature (Edinburgh University) - Thesis: &lt;em&gt;An Elusive identity: Versions of South America in English Literature from Aphra Behn to the Present Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1991 - Taught English literature full-time (Massey - Palmerston North)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1992-95 - Taught English literature full-time (Auckland University)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since 1996, I’ve been working as a freelance writer and editor, while continuing to teach part-time (Academic and Creative writing) on Massey’s Albany campus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1998-1999 - co-editor of the &lt;em&gt;Pander&lt;/em&gt; (with Vanessa York, Andrew Forsberg, Chris Barker et al.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1999-2003 - co-editor of &lt;em&gt;Spin &lt;/em&gt;(with Leicester Kyle, Catherine Mair, Bernard Gadd, Patricia Prime &amp;amp; Tony Chad)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2002 – shortlisted for the &lt;em&gt;Landfall &lt;/em&gt;Essay Prize (“A Strange Day at the Language School”)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2002-2005 - managing editor of &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2003-2006 - co-ordinator (with Wensley Willcox) of the North Shore branch of the NZ Society of Authors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since 2003 - co-director (with Jan Kemp) of the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since 2005, member (with Brett Cross, Scott Hamilton, Richard Taylor &amp;amp; Claudia Westmoreland) of the &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; publication committee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since 2006, co-director (with Bronwyn Lloyd) of Pania Press&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2007-2009 - member (with Jenny Lawn, Graeme Macrae &amp;amp; Eleanor Rimoldi) of the editorial board of the Social and Cultural Studies monograph series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2007 - Guest editor of &lt;em&gt;Landfall&lt;/em&gt; 214: "Open House"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2009 - Guest editor of &lt;em&gt;Poetry NZ&lt;/em&gt; 38, featuring Jen Crawford.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2009-2011 - Chair of the editorial board of the &lt;a href="http://socialandculturalstudies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Social and Cultural Studies&lt;/a&gt; monograph series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2010 - Guest fiction editor of &lt;em&gt;Bravado&lt;/em&gt; 19 (Tauranga).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShR13C2q-KI/AAAAAAAABIs/b_88sVom7yg/s1600-h/Brett,+Jack,+Bill+%28Anzac+Day+05%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShR13C2q-KI/AAAAAAAABIs/b_88sVom7yg/s400/Brett,+Jack,+Bill+%28Anzac+Day+05%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338021046860314786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[with Brett Cross &amp;amp; Bill Direen (Anzac Day 2005)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviews, Reviews &amp;amp; Comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mair, Catherine. "Poetry Event: TrustPower Into the Light Poetry Festival, Tauranga." &lt;em&gt;Poetry NZ&lt;/em&gt; 17 (August, 1998): 86-87.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At midday there was another bracket of readings, this time by Janice Bostock, Brian Turner and Jack Ross. … Jack Ross read translations and gave a cross-art performance using poetry and music, and deconstructing Kylie Minogue’s songs.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paterson, Alistair. "Editorial: Jack Ross Poetry Feature." &lt;em&gt;Poetry NZ&lt;/em&gt; 22 (2001): 9-10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue features the poetry of Jack Ross, whose avant-garde interests and quirky attitude are exciting this country’s readers and critics.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharp, Iain. "Books: Poetic Licence – Madness, philanthropy, self-aggrandisement or a desire to startle? Iain Sharp asks why people edit literary magazines." &lt;em&gt;Sunday Star Times&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff/sundaystartimes/0,2106,2801409a6620,00.html"&gt;S’day Life &amp;amp; Review&lt;/a&gt; (1/2/04): 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aucklander Jack Ross, who edits &lt;em&gt;Brief&lt;/em&gt; (formerly &lt;em&gt;A Brief Description of the Whole World&lt;/em&gt;), says he has a sense of mission. “I have extremely strong views on the writing I like and the writing I don’t like, and editing this magazine gives me a chance to promote the one and put into context (rather than, I hope, explicitly denigrate) the other.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross says he may be unremunerated but so are his contributors. “They do it for love, which makes it easier for me to do so too. And there is a certain satisfaction in holding the physical magazine in one’s hands - each time something from nothing much, a shaped artefact from a pile of contributions, commissions, possibilities ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his first poetry magazine, he received a long autobiographical poem by an American describing in detail various of the homosexual pick-ups he’d made, complete with graphic descriptions of the sex he had. “‘Nobody in their right mind would print this,’ was my first reaction. ‘It’s wildly overlength for our format; it’ll drive the subscribers (who still had a tendency to send in poems about cats and vases) insane; we might even be prosecuted for obscenity . . .’ But then the thought came to me: F–- it, I was born to put into print poems like this.’”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamilton, Scott. "Opening the Green Door: A Conversation with Hamish Dewe." &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; 31 (2004): 56-57.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hamish returned to China in May. Friends gathered for a send-off at the London Bar, and the inevitable tape recorder was wielded. Interrogation continued at McDonalds, where the sinister Mr Pigs made his intervention ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Enter Mr Pigs, wearing a tattered public school jacket and strawberry ripple tie, and wielding a rag as greasy as his hair. Imagine Rod Stewart minus a shower, a shave, and a supermodel. ...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Pigs:&lt;/strong&gt; … Who is that bloke down the end of the table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; The one in the white jersey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Pigs:&lt;/strong&gt; The one in the white woollen jersey. I’ve had my eye on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; That’s Jack Ross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Pigs:&lt;/strong&gt; He’s a complete reprobate. A complete reprobate, and a cricketer, to boot. Shake my hand son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leon:&lt;/strong&gt; OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Pigs:&lt;/strong&gt; That’s a good handshake. Tight. Firm. [&lt;em&gt;To Scott&lt;/em&gt;] Shake my hand ... that’s alright too, a B. You do it like men. Now look at him, at Ross Jack’s hands. Look at them. They’re little pink puffy things. You can tell a man from his hands. The size of his heart. I want a man with hands that will reach out big and strong to catch me if I fall off a cliff ... those are real hands you two have.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hamish:&lt;/strong&gt; Were there women on this jolly old tub of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Pigs:&lt;/strong&gt; No ... women, but an ocean of pornography. Including the newspapers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Especially&lt;/em&gt; the newspapers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Pigs:&lt;/strong&gt; You see men, we’ve got this poison in us. You understand. Even Ross, Ross Jack has it. We’ve got to get it out. But that one didn’t worry me...Big Boy, the first A Bomb, they called it that. ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamilton, Scott. "Field Recording at Galbraiths Alehouse." &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; 33 (2006): 4-7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; Galbraith's Alehouse. Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt; 5/11/05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subjects:&lt;/strong&gt; Ross, Jack. Geraets, John. Hamilton, Scott. Taylor, Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm too lazy to write an editorial, and I thought that I could get away with a field recording at Galbraith's Tavern, with distinguished former editors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; The trouble is that your transcripts are lies. Jack says 'I'm just drunk' and the like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; ... I don't have any special insight into editing. I never wanted to be a legislator. I wanted to publish stuff that seemed somehow innovative, but it had to be well-written too. And I wanted to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John:&lt;/strong&gt; All you can do is have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; If this is going on record, as my last will and testament as retiring editor of &lt;a href="http://sydreef.blogspot.com/"&gt;brief&lt;/a&gt;, can I just say what a great help Michele Leggott has been? Having parts of the journal published on the &lt;a href="http://www.nzepc.auckland.ac.nz/"&gt;nzepc&lt;/a&gt; she runs has helped a lot. It's nice to have that online ad, though you still have to get the physical mag –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; And there's something magical about the physical journal. Holding it in your hands, sniffing the pages ... it's not the same reading stuff online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; They disappear very quickly though. They seem quite desirable – people are always looking for back issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; We only have one copy of the last issue left …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard:&lt;/strong&gt; I saw one for sale on trademe.co.nz, for big money. Collector's items. Big money, I tell you. If I could get them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; You already have a complete set, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, but I want more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe the problem is that you're hoarding them and holding down supply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm no hoarder. You don't make money on books by hoarding. Mao Tse-tung shot hoarders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; might fall over for financial reasons at some stage – we are constantly diving into bankruptcy – but I think it's set a lot of things in motion that will continue – for instance, we now have &lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/"&gt;Titus Books&lt;/a&gt;, a brand new publishing venture designed to put cutting-edge writing into print. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John:&lt;/strong&gt; The group thing. People intersecting. A community. It wouldn't be nearly so satisfying to publish in a journal in Europe or America, that you don't have that personal connection with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; I reckon &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; should be like Dr Who. All the editors should do a reunion issue every few years, just like the different Doctors would do a reunion episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard:&lt;/strong&gt; Alan Loney might not be keen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, Tom Baker refused to join one of the Dr Who reunions, but they went ahead anyway, and used stock footage of him for the episode …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard:&lt;/strong&gt; Do we have any stock footage of Loney? And anyway, what am I, if you're all Doctors? I've never been an editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; You're a Doctor's companion. You cry out whenever a cheaply-constructed monster appears and one of us comes and rescues you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard:&lt;/strong&gt; Remember, Jack, it's Guy Fawkes – the best time of the year to shoot someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John:&lt;/strong&gt; How do you guys deal with the problem of an audience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't know &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John:&lt;/strong&gt; The problem of producing a journal for a tiny audience? A lot of people would wonder if it's worth the effort ... so much of the writing in brief is, well, resistant, it's not easy to read ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; It is is a bit of a problem for me, because I have been involved – quite heavily involved, at times – in political activism, and I believe in the importance of pieces of writing with titles like, say, 'Stop the War' or 'Oppose Brash' – I mean writing done for a mass audience, writing that communicates clearly, efficiently. But I also believe in the type of writing that brief publishes, which tends to be much more recalcitrant ... which resists easy readings. I think that in a culture of soundbites and clichés we need that recalcitrance ... at the same time, I don't like the idea of some autonomous, elite art, living in a bubble of self-referentiality. I think we need to set up a dialogue, a dialectic, between mass culture and elite culture, high art and low politics ... I don't know exactly how to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted to do that, to take &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; in a more populist, political direction. That was one of the reasons I did the Ahmed Zaoui issue. That got quite a bit of attention. It wasn't just a matter of political propaganda, though – we were also connecting the Zaoui case to questions of language, of cross-cultural exchange, of the problems of translation ... but I thought that a process of opening up started with you, John ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; It's not a matter of demolishing the whole structure in some paroxysm of stupid anti-intellectual populism – intellectuals are very good at affecting anti-intellectual populism – but of letting a window open, letting some air in ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamilton, Scott. "Jack’s Sampling." &lt;a href="http://readingthemaps.blogspot.com/2005/10/jacks-sampling.html"&gt;Reading the Maps&lt;/a&gt; [3/10/05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Ross, my predecessor at the helm of &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; and the poet laureate of Mairangi Bay, has an interesting essay on &lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/WebMagazines/SamplingSuite.html"&gt;Sampling&lt;/a&gt; up at the Titus Books site (or should I say ‘down’ at the Titus Books site – how does one give directions on the internet?). Jack has a been trailblazer for the literary form now becoming known as the ‘page work’: typically, he mixes his own writing with found texts and dismembered classics in a very clever sort of collage. And if you’re inclined to dismiss this sort of stuff as incorrigibly marginal, I’m sure Jack would take great pleasure in telling you that he’s made the cut for the inaugural &lt;a href="http://www.bookcouncil.org.nz/tourism/literarymap/index.html"&gt;Aotearoa Literary Map&lt;/a&gt;, published recently by the New Zealand Book Council (check out the &lt;a href="http://www.bookcouncil.org.nz/tourism/literarymap/auckland.html"&gt;Northland and Auckland&lt;/a&gt; section – Jack’s in good company...)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cross, Brett. “A Word on Appraisals.” &lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/html/Appraisals.html"&gt;Titus Books Website&lt;/a&gt; [26/10/05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the wine table at a local book launch where Bill Direen and Jack Ross were both launching their novellas, a large well-imbibed woman leaned confidentially over to me and pointing at Jack said ‘he’s a pervert you know, his writing’s pretty good, but he’s a deviant’ she then straightened up and took another slug of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Jack Ross does enjoy using graphic sexual imagery, however his direct usage of it is not so much a sign of sexual perversity as a perversity of a wholly different order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the perversity of a writer who forthrightly claims that all material is the stuff of writing and no subject is taboo. If a particular button is considered taboo, then that is the button he will push. ‘Push on the sore point’ as he says in his latest poetry book.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perverse — deliberately deviating from what is regarded as normal, good or proper (Collins 1990).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perversion is not a goal however, if it was it would be reactive art, its deviation would be its intention. On the contrary the artistic output of both Jack Ross and Bill Direen (as with Frank Zappa, Dylan Thomas, Robert Wyatt etc) could only (by this humble author at least) be described as the natural form their artistic impulse takes. They do not set out to be weird or abnormal, and in fact do not (I would say) even consider themselves as being so, these are merely labels hung upon them by their neighbours as their work does not fall within familiar categories. ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamilton, Scott. "Jack Ross, live and uncensored, tomorrow night." &lt;a href="http://readingthemaps.blogspot.com/2006/04/jack-ross-live-and-uncensored-tomorrow.html"&gt;Reading the Maps&lt;/a&gt; [8/4/06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of New Zealand’s most prolific and iconoclastic writers will be performing tomorrow (that’s Sunday) night at Devonport’s Depot artspace, from 6.30. It costs five dollars to gawk at Jack Ross and hear his booming voice, but you will be well compensated by the pleasures his work provides, not to mention free wine and cheese.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green, Paula. Review of the Bluff Poetry festival. In Kathy Hunter's "Food for Body and Soul." &lt;a href="http://www.leafsalon.co.nz/archives/000954food_for_body_and_soul.html"&gt;Leaf Salon&lt;/a&gt; [2/5/06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Saturday morning and Jack Ross leads a group of us in a writing activity, we are split into small groups, handed a poem in translation, an anonymous poem, a random topic, and told to come up with a poster poem. He was very cool, got us all working together for several hours, without any bickering or sulkiness. I was with Cliff, Hilary Chung, Jacob Edmond, Bei Dao’s Chinese poem (where the title is longer than the poem itself), an instantly recognisable poem by Michele, and the topic “Land’s End.” Two Chinese experts in our group, but we went for some kind of intuitive response to the “imageness” of it all and tried to make a ripple poem based on the Fibonacci number series. Felt like we were in the single-word poem without emerging into the real world for days and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the lunch table Jack, Richard, and I thrashed out the “how to review NZ poetry books” topic and I was one hundred percent behind Jack when he said he can’t see the point in reviewing books or poems you are tone death deaf to, whereas I think Richard prefers a more vinegary debate. When I read a review I want it to open up gateways, to broaden my reading horizons, to get me testing out new directions (but I am not up for the sycophantic reviews of little clubs) ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamilton, Scott. Jack Plays Monopoly. &lt;a href="http://readingthemaps.blogspot.com/2006/06/jack-plays-monopoly.html"&gt;Reading the Maps&lt;/a&gt; [20/6/06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I don’t know whether Jack Ross was intent on impressing the females in the audience, or whether he is one of that curious band of Dr Zoom aficianados and bootleg collectors, but a couple of weeks ago he mounted the stage of the Empire Bar on Ponsonby Rd and played an hour-long solo on monopoly. To the surprise of his audience, which had expected an uncomplicated poetry reading, Jack unfolded a map of Auckland with a monopoly-style grid laid over it, and proceeded to travel from his starting point - his turangawaewae, in life and in art - of Mairangi Bay to such exotic locales as Milford, K Rd, and finally the Coromandel. On the way he read a poem or two inspired by each locale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack’s progress to the mystic mountains on the far side of Kopu’s one-lane bridge was not without its troubles - the instruction ‘Miss a turn, catch the bus back to Milford’ became a groan-inducing refrain, a worse fate than Monopoly’s ‘Go directly to jail’, as Jack’s attempts to escape the North Shore became a sort of metaphor for the banality and futility of earthly existence, a Kiwi corollary to Kafka’s castle or Sisyphus’s quarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Jack, who has previously insisted that ‘I’m not the blogging type - I don’t have any thoughts’, has founded mairangibay.blogspot.com and put a version of his ‘Auckland game’ there, along with a report on last week’s Titus launch. It seems to me that, unlike most poetry, or for that matter most writing of any kind, the ‘Auckland game’ is well-suited to publication on the internet. Hyperlinks are an ideal way of carrying readers from Jack’s map-board to the poems he has written about the places on this map-board. Ideally, I think, the hyperlinks would be placed on the map-board itself, not underneath it, but the template that blogspot.com gives to IT dummies like Jack and yours truly doesn’t allow for such feats of engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind - the Boss would still be proud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamilton, Scott. "Transtromer Takes the Thumper." &lt;a href="http://readingthemaps.blogspot.com/2006/09/transtromer-takes-thumper.html"&gt;Reading the Maps&lt;/a&gt; [23/9/06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sixty-two votes to John Ashbery’s sixty-one, Tomas Transtromer has won this blog’s ‘Greatest Living Writer’ poll by the skin of his teeth. A bottle of Old Thumper will be going in the mail to Stockholm as soon as I have the dosh. Don’t hold yer breath, Tomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking an early lead, our own Jack Ross finished with a disappointing seventeen votes, possibly as a result of the discovery of a naughty portrait of Auckland’s most esteemed literary festival which he published very quietly several years ago. Despite his Nobel last year, Harold Pinter only took the bronze, but he will be cheered to see that two of his more obscure plays are being performed in Auckland at the moment. Orhan Pamuk struggled to get past jack, let alone Tomas, but he has worse things to fret about. Stephen King came in last with a mere three votes, which cheered me immensely. …&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Murray Edmond. “Editorial Notes: I writer because I piss off.” &lt;a href="http://www.nzepc.auckland.ac.nz/kmko/03/ka_mate03_edmond.asp"&gt;Ka Mate Ka Ora&lt;/a&gt; 3 (March 2007): 82-83.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra Pound’s Canto LXXIII, one of the two notorious fascist cantos written in Italian, tells the story of a bombing with a self-congratulatory pride which amounts to ‘hymning the casual slaughter of the Canadian soldiers’ as Jack Ross puts it, and, indeed, hymning the planned self-slaughter of ‘that big-boned girl’ (Pound) who leads the soldiers to their deaths. Jack Ross outlines the history of his translation of these poems (leading to his acquisition of ‘Antipodean rights’) and of the checkered history of their emergence from Italian into English to take their place in the uneven totality of The Cantos. Ross argues that these two poems, abhorrent as they are, especially Canto LXXIII, ‘are much more of a piece with the rest of the poem than readers have hitherto felt comfortable admitting.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pound was arrested for treason and, as Ross writes, ‘he was surprised to be told that he was regarded as a war criminal.’ It was for his broadcasts rather than his poetry that he was arrested. However both contained the same ‘tone of ill-digested rant,’ racist and pro-fascist. Perhaps it is surprising in itself that Pound, who had such hope for how poetry might affect the world, was surprised when it actually did. Poetry takes its place in the world and, to indulge a pun, carries its burden.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;White, Gabriel. “Gabriel White interviews Jack Ross on his &lt;em&gt;REM&lt;/em&gt; trilogy.” &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/gabrielwhite1/iWeb/Site/The%20Kitchen%20Table.html"&gt;The Kitchen Table - Interviews&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Part One (focussing on &lt;em&gt;Bruno&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Atlantis&lt;/em&gt;): 9 video clips. [30/11/08]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Part Two (focussing on &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;): 8 video clips. [21/12/08]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;em&gt;REM&lt;/em&gt; trilogy Interview. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=gabwhi&amp;amp;view=playlists"&gt;YouTube - gabwhi's Channel&lt;/a&gt;. 17 videos. [15/2/09]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Jack Ross came over and we did the second part of an interview about his &lt;em&gt;REM&lt;/em&gt; trilogy, this time focusing on the final book &lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;. Jack is an extremely precise and articulate speaker, which makes it almost impossible to edit anything he says – he practically self-edits as he speaks. Consequently, I have left these interviews quite long, though I may go back and rework them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my part this has been the most successful collaboration I’ve done with Jack, perhaps because it captures us more or less &lt;em&gt;au naturel&lt;/em&gt;. While our collaboration or friendship has produced several tentative works, it has in actuality consisted of conversations, the best conversations of my life. It really has been a privilege to interview Jack on this ambitious work. The depth and scope of his insight never ceases to stagger me and yet he is always up for a joke or a whimsical observation. Jack is a great writer and a great person not because he’s smart or knowledgeable but because he uses his abilities to satisfy a natural curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gabriel White: &lt;a&gt;Work Journal&lt;/a&gt; (23/12/08)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leggott, Michele. “the dada lady of the sonnets.” &lt;a href="http://nzpoetlaureate.natlib.govt.nz/2009/04/dada-lady-of-sonnets.html"&gt;NZ Poet Laureate blog&lt;/a&gt; [30/4/09]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare’s Sonnets are 400 years old this year and the Bard himself has reached his 23 April 2009 birthday/deathday. With poet and blogger &lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jack Ross&lt;/a&gt;, our &lt;a href="http://potp.arts.auckland.ac.nz/"&gt;Poetry off the Page&lt;/a&gt; students took sonnets, scissors, real and virtual glue to remix, blog and then perform some 21st century recensions in honour of WS. &lt;a href="http://potp.arts.auckland.ac.nz/projects/video-poem-with-jack-ross-the-dada-lady-of-the-sonnets/"&gt;The Dada Lady of the Sonnets&lt;/a&gt;, a video record of the occasion, puts a new spin on an old mystery, and Jack presents the exercise in full at &lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2009/04/dada-birthday-sonnets-to-bill.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;. Happy 445th Birthday Bill!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamilton, Scott. “'I have no complaints': Michael Arnold speaks from the hot seat.” &lt;a href="http://readingthemaps.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-no-complaints-michael-arnold.html"&gt;Reading the Maps&lt;/a&gt; [4/10/09]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that Graham Henry has a tough job running the All Blacks, spare a thought for &lt;a href="http://readingthemaps.blogspot.com/2008/07/til-gin-ran-out.html"&gt;Michael Arnold&lt;/a&gt;, who became managing editor of the long-running avant-garde literary journal &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sydreef.blogspot.com/2006/10/self-portrait.html"&gt;brief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Brief Description of the Whole World&lt;/em&gt; was founded by the famously cantankerous poet and printer Alan Loney in the mid-90s as a sort of redoubt within which the members of the neglected 'other tradition' of New Zealand literature could shelter from the slings and arrows of mainstream culture. When Loney's successor, &lt;a href="http://aonzpsa.blogspot.com/2007/11/geraets-john.html"&gt;John Geraets&lt;/a&gt;, attempted to open the publication to new contributors, and to expose the work of some of Loney's allies to criticism, he soon found himself at the centre of controversy. Angered by the accusation that their use of Maori history and symbolism was exploitative, senior Kiwi avant-gardists Wystan Curnow and Leigh Davis refused Geraets' offer of space to defend themselves and walked away from the journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraets' successor as editor was also a lightning rod for controversy. Jack Ross' determination to publish a wider range of writers in the journal which was by now known as &lt;em&gt;brief &lt;/em&gt;soon had Loney writing an open letter to traditional contributors and subscribers. Loney had the odd sympathiser, but his call for a boycott of Jack's &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; was ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeterred by Loney's increasingly vituperative criticism, Jack worked to expand the range of &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; by encouraging writers to discuss political issues more often within its covers, particularly when these issues related to the (mis)use of language. An important issue of the journal was dedicated to the case of Ahmed Zaoui, the Algerian politician, poet and refugee who was held for years without trial in the panoptic remand wing of Mt Eden prison. Jack's opposition to hysteria and xenophobia and his commitment to open, pluralist discourse were reflected in his publication of multiple translations and analyses of Zaoui's poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross organised issues which commemorated the lives and works of &lt;a href="http://sydreef.blogspot.com/2007/12/issue-28-october-2003-alan-brunton.html"&gt;Alan Brunton &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.nzepc.auckland.ac.nz/features/paul/index.asp"&gt;Joanna Paul&lt;/a&gt;, two middle-aged Kiwi writers who died tragically in the early noughties, as well as a celebration of the work of the great New Zealand poet Kendrick Smithyman, who died in the mid-90s. Ross' commemorative issues were lively and various, featuring everything from memoirs and serious 'academic' essays to previously unpublished correspondence and dirty limericks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took brief over in the mid-noughties I tried to emulate Jack's themed approach by producing issues dedicated to exile and to war. The war issue, in particular, ruffled feathers: some admirers of a distinguished American postmodern poet didn't like the way I'd reproduced the warmongering statement that poet had placed on e mail lists in the weeks after 9/11. One long-time reader complained of the 'contamination' of the journal with 'millennial politics', and began a secret but heated campaign to part me from the editor's chair ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gerald Bruns, “&lt;a href="http://www.e-cosmopolis.com/glb/ShouldPoetry.pdf"&gt;Should Poetry be Ethical or Otherwise&lt;/a&gt;.” &lt;i&gt;SubStance&lt;/i&gt;, Issue 120 (Volume 38, Number 3), 2009, pp. 72-91 (85-86):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Not for nothing are pronouns called shifters. "I" and "you" are restless, but so are Celan's poems, whose language is arguably no longer a form of mediation but is anarchic in its &lt;i&gt;Wortaufschuttung&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Gesammelte Werke&lt;/i&gt;, II, 29) - its weird and wild way of combining and compounding words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[There is a translation (of sorts) of "Kalk-krokus" by the New Zealand poet Jack Ross: The Poem is available online at &lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/Percutio/Percutio.htm#Celan"&gt;http://titus.books.online.fr/Percutio/Percutio.htm#Celan&lt;/a&gt; {note - p.32}]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can only imagine what Levinas would have made of "steckbriefgereiftes" or of the middle stanza with its smiling &lt;i&gt;Sprengstoffe&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;die Delle Dasein&lt;/i&gt; which (as in Ross's rendition) should perhaps be allowed its Heideggerian resonance ("the dent of Dasein"). Meanwhile the chalk-crocus here does not appear to be a flower, though perhaps a good horticulturist could identify it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Richard Reeve, “&lt;a href="http://www.interlitq.org/issue12/richard-reeve/job.php#"&gt;Romantic and Avant-Garde Personalism in Two Contemporary New Zealand Poets&lt;/a&gt;.” &lt;i&gt;The International Literary Quarterly&lt;/i&gt;, 12 (August 2010):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An internationalist, Ross’s new-world New Zealand ‘I’ is pervasively historically constituted. This is manifest in the wide selection of epigraphs he chooses—from Lady Murasaki, author of the tenth-century Japanese proto-novel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Genji&lt;/span&gt;, to Renaissance thinker Giordano Bruno, to a fridge magnet or graffiti—and also in the translation pieces that recur throughout &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chantal’s Book&lt;/span&gt;. Poems are diary entries, day-to-day semiotic experiments such as transcriptions of public-toilet graffiti, outcomes of the erotic context to which he has submitted himself and which his book’s dedicatory title celebrates. This doesn’t mean that the entries are artificial; however, they have certainly been guided by an ‘academic’ impulse, in New Zealand poet Kendrick Smithyman’s New-Critical sense of the term: an impulse for which ‘language [is] a force to be respected to the point where one could properly talk about the autonomy of language.’ Like the later Smithyman (1922-95), with whose work he has engaged in depth, Ross is sufficiently comfortable with the autonomy of language to display himself openly in the manner of Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Confessions&lt;/span&gt; as an artefact to be examined.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green, Paula, &amp;amp; Harry Ricketts. &lt;i&gt;99 Ways into NZ Poetry&lt;/i&gt;. A Vintage Book (Auckland: Random House New Zealand, 2010):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other poets such as Jack Ross and Wystan Curnow write poems that depend heavily upon found material and that can be traced back more readily to the Dadaist motivation to write outside a traditional aesthetic; not necessarily to produce anti-poems but to produce poetry that signals traces of anti-lyricness. Both Ross and Curnow eschew rhythm and rhyme in favour of poetic effects borne out of borrowing, juxtaposition and arrangement, yet ironically their poetry frequently exhibits aural harmonies ... Curnow's &lt;i&gt;Modern Colours&lt;/i&gt;, a 'sampler' from a manuscript entitled 'The Art Hotel', is the composition of both the roaming forager and a finely tuned ear. The result may be viewed in the light of postmodernism's fondness for theft or bricolage (creating work out of what is at hand) and conversely through the persistent reach of lyricism. The poems may be read as musical assemblages. Ross, with an ear equally attuned to music, transports and transforms versions of the Greek lyric poet Sappho's fragments (among other things) to create love poems that he dedicates to his wife. Perhaps Ross, like [Bill] Manhire and [Hinemoana] Baker, went looking elsewhere for words to represent an astonishing hereabouts. Ross's poems, intercut with found material, tingle with sweetness, spikes and shifting centuries. [Paula Green, 'The Found Poem, The List Poem', p.116]&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The Experimental drive has not abated and poets such as Jack Ross, Wystan Curnow, Olivia Macassey and [Will] Christie continue to push poetry to the limits of legibility, musicality, pain and pleasure because they are not satisfied by more accessible representations of the personal, the everyday or the imagined. [Paula Green, 'The New Millennium', pp.197-98]&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Jack Ross has aptly named his blog '&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;' as exploring his site is a little like losing one's way in a real museum. Ross's in-depth discussions, both intellectually challenging and highly entertaining, include teaching notes, book reviews, poems, translations, and essays on a variety of topics and poets (for example, Stu Bagby, Robin Hyde, Hone Tuwhare, [Jen] Crawford and Mike Johnson. [Paula Green, 'Digital Poetry', p.282]&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, [Michele] Leggott and [Brian] Flaherty created a digital bridge, '&lt;a href="http://www.nzepc.auckland.ac.nz/features/florence/index.asp"&gt;Love, War and Last Things&lt;/a&gt;,' for a New Zealand Studies conference at Florence. Four digital works (Jack Ross, Robert Sullivan, Paula Green, Rachel Blau du Plessis) and eight audio poems can be reached by clicking tourist spots on maps of Auckland and Florence. The project called for poetry that took advantage of digital technology by using music, animation or video footage. ... Ross intercut sound, video footage and photographs to create a digital work that gained rhythms and meaning out of juxtapositions beyond those evoked by the spoken word. [Paula Green, 'Digital Poetry', p.286]&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Over recent decades a number of New Zealand poets have chosen to write outside the 'mainstream' and instead to create poetry that draws, in some way and to some degree, on features of experimental poetry. Magazines, at times short lived, have emerged to provide a forum for less commercial voices ... Small presses have devoted themselves to experimental writing with tiny print runs, scant publicity and production values that range from the handmade to photocopies. Additionally, poets such as [Alan] Brunton and Jack Ross have self-published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Ross writes poetry like an inquisitive magpie, a scholar, a linguist and a hot-air balloonist, and in all his writing ventures he inhabits the experimental genre on his own terms (see author inset, page 364). He draws upon an extraordinary range of sources and knowledge, raids his personal life, refuses to stick to English and sets up poetry journeys in the open air that take risks and favour the luxury of slowness. You need to spend time with the lines, to float on the page and let the wit, the cheekiness, the seriousness and the inherent love of language, despite any distrust on the part of the poet, seduce you. &lt;i&gt;Chantal's Book&lt;/i&gt; is a book-length hybrid sequence - part diary, part scrapbook, part collage - that charts a love, a real-life love rather than a fake-for-the-sake-of-poetry love. Ross acknowledges he wanted to write the contours of this love with 'maximum honesty'; he juxtaposes samples from 'travel-books, street-signs, email, letters, advertisements, graffiti' along with his original text ('&lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/WebMagazines/SamplingSuite.html"&gt;A few thoughts on sampling&lt;/a&gt;'). He suggests that to borrow writing he admires is a form of plagiarism, but to borrow bad writing, the world's bad copy, is a different story. In &lt;i&gt;Chantal's Book&lt;/i&gt;, Ross includes scholarly intrusions to contextualise or clarify the writing, pockets of confession, lyrical traces and the faintly surreal. The first-person device ('I') is ambiguous. Who speaks here? The figure of Chantal is equally ambiguous, and in some ways, the steady compilation of parts strengthens her absence while foregrounding 'his' speaking presence ('It's not that you're entirely absent - just that you're not really allowed to speak, express a concrete point of view'). The poems give life to something, something acutely observed and missed and felt, but the real woman is the hollow in the text. &lt;i&gt;Chantal's Book&lt;/i&gt; risks self-exposure, yet in its very interplay of parts warns the reader of the speaker's unreliability, of his struggle to achieve 'maximum honesty', of his tendency to duck and weave and hide. Herein lies the nub of much experimental poetry: it can't simply be catalogued satisfactorily under an all-embracing label such as 'postmodernism'. Truth is evasive but here one is granted a provisional, tentative version, Using the world's bad copy to help convey the truth of the situation alleviates the poet's reliance on his own choice of words to represent love. The end result, in contrast to some experimental work, promotes heart as much as it does cerebral talk. [Paula Green, 'Experimental Poetry', pp.358-59].&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamilton, Scott. “Blogging and the curse of coolness.” &lt;a href="http://readingthemaps.blogspot.com/2012/01/future-of-blogging.html"&gt;Reading the Maps&lt;/a&gt; [2/1/12]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Blogging may have been superseded by new and inferior innovations, but  the medium need not die. Indeed, bloggers should treat the rise of  alternative forms of online communication as a liberation, rather than a  disaster. Freed from the curse of coolness, blogging can now develop as  a literary and artistic genre, or set of genres. Blogging may have lost  some of its old practitioners, but it should be able to attract  writers, artists, and political thinkers dissatisfied with the short  attention span of twitter and the ritualised onanism of facebook.  Blogging may become an act of resistance against the dumbing down of  culture and political discourse in the twenty-first century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in New Zealand, Richard Taylor's exciting, perplexing &lt;a href="http://richardinfinitex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eyelight&lt;/a&gt;  is exploring the aesthetic possibilities of the hyperlink, and testing  the limits of the internet 'page'. On a series of quieter but equally  strange sites, Jack is showing that the blog can become a sort of  cultural memory bank. Ross' &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://madbookcollection.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Gentle Madness &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;documents his bibliomania, while his &lt;a href="http://leicesterkyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;edition&lt;/a&gt;  of the late Leicester Kyle's lost works is bringing an important writer  out of the shadows. With his insistence on publishing one seriously  researched blog-essay at the same time every week, &lt;a href="http://bat-bean-beam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Giovanni Tiso&lt;/a&gt; is using blogging to make a stand against our culture's tendency towards brevity and superficiality. Over at the &lt;a href="http://keaandcattle.com/"&gt;Kea and Cattle&lt;/a&gt; blog, the newly-minted &lt;a href="http://www.universitiesnz.ac.nz/node/673"&gt;Rhodes Scholar &lt;/a&gt;Andrew  Dean has been showing that wild eclecticism and intellectual rigour can  go together, as he publishes mini-essays about subjects as different as  depressed cricketers, South Island regionalism, Rilke, and &lt;em&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like  the characters in Alex Wild's first novel, today's bloggers are  consciously rejecting fashion, and showing the possibilities inherent in  a supposedly outmoded medium of communication.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShR05dMR2PI/AAAAAAAABIc/-Z5oqO0uwwY/s1600-h/lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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Comments'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShR1CTMYcQI/AAAAAAAABIk/s6AbNuHZyTA/s72-c/mmekong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-590727378423636253</id><published>2007-10-21T16:54:00.020+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:08:53.490+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pania Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Steven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soapbox Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bronwyn Lloyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ted Jenner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Papyri (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShHPltn7SKI/AAAAAAAABFM/Ojjgi6ikagw/s1600-h/Papyri+(2007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShHPltn7SKI/AAAAAAAABFM/Ojjgi6ikagw/s400/Papyri+(2007).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337275280219916450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover design: Michael Steven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papyri: Love poems &amp;amp; fragments from Sappho &amp;amp; elsewhere&lt;/em&gt;. ISBN 978-0-473-12397-0. Auckland: Soapbox Press, 2007. 24 pp. [signed edition of 70 copies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When you walked in …&lt;br /&gt;Sappho to Anaktoria&lt;br /&gt;Ode to Aphrodite&lt;br /&gt;Atthis&lt;br /&gt;Mnasidika&lt;br /&gt;Fragments (1):&lt;br /&gt;- I love magnificence …&lt;br /&gt;- Dying is bad …&lt;br /&gt;- The Moon’s set …&lt;br /&gt;Fragments (2):&lt;br /&gt;- This pretty baby is mine …&lt;br /&gt;– Mum, I can’t thread …&lt;br /&gt;- Last night you slept on the breast …&lt;br /&gt;- We love to hear …&lt;br /&gt;To a girl who doesn’t care for poetry&lt;br /&gt;Juicy Root&lt;br /&gt;Virgin&lt;br /&gt;Sappho’s Epithalamion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/09/contents.html"&gt;Papyri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Michael Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tidychapbooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soapbox Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 Springfield Rd&lt;br /&gt;Western Springs&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;soapboxpress@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 15&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShHPrDy8o4I/AAAAAAAABFU/iuyqI9AP3f0/s1600-h/Papyri+(titlepage).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShHPrDy8o4I/AAAAAAAABFU/iuyqI9AP3f0/s400/Papyri+(titlepage).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337275372071068546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShHOJTbDg3I/AAAAAAAABFE/osVM6NyS9zw/s1600-h/papyri1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShHOJTbDg3I/AAAAAAAABFE/osVM6NyS9zw/s400/papyri1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337273692638643058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover design: Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(November 23, 2007) &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://paniapress.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-again.html"&gt;Papyri&lt;/a&gt;: Love poems &amp;amp; fragments from Sappho &amp;amp; elsewhere&lt;/em&gt;. Auckland: Pania Press, 2007. 20 pp. [gift edition of 20 copies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/09/contents.html"&gt;Contents&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walked in …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Villa of the Papyri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sappho to Anaktoria&lt;br /&gt;Recipe for Making a Dadaist Poem&lt;br /&gt;Ode to Aphrodite&lt;br /&gt;Life among the Surrealists&lt;br /&gt;Atthis&lt;br /&gt;Mnasidika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fragments:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love magnificence …&lt;br /&gt;* Dying is bad …&lt;br /&gt;* The Moon’s set …&lt;br /&gt;* This pretty baby is mine …&lt;br /&gt;* – Mum, I can’t thread …&lt;br /&gt;* Last night you slept on the breast …&lt;br /&gt;* We love to hear …&lt;br /&gt;To a girl who doesn’t care for poetry&lt;br /&gt;Juicy Root&lt;br /&gt;Virgin&lt;br /&gt;Sappho’s Epithalamion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paniapress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pania Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/5 Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;Auckland 0630&lt;br /&gt;bmlloyd@xtra.co.nz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 45&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShHN9-CN3qI/AAAAAAAABE8/vdhqd1Cb2gM/s1600-h/papyri2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShHN9-CN3qI/AAAAAAAABE8/vdhqd1Cb2gM/s400/papyri2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337273497918758562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://readingthemaps.blogspot.com/2007/10/publication-and-evaporation.html"&gt;Hamilton, Scott&lt;/a&gt;. "Publication and Evaporation." &lt;em&gt;Reading the Maps&lt;/em&gt; (13/10/07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the usual suspects gathered at Ye Olde Boozer last Thursday night to celebrate the appearance of Jack Ross's chapbook &lt;em&gt;Papyri: Love poems and fragments from Sappho and elsewhere&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Papyri &lt;/em&gt;is the latest publication from Soapbox Press, an oufit founded earlier this year by Michael Steven ... &lt;em&gt;Papyri &lt;/em&gt;is dedicated to Jack's lovely fiancee Bronwyn, and its poems are a noticeable departure from the dark fare of most of his earlier books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Some say the finest sight&lt;br /&gt;on this black earth is men on horses&lt;br /&gt;others foot-soldiers others&lt;br /&gt;fleets of ships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; say&lt;br /&gt;it's the one you love&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nzetc.org/iiml/bestnzpoems/BNZP07/t1-front1-d2.html"&gt;Green, Paula&lt;/a&gt;. "Introduction." &lt;em&gt;Best NZ Poems 2007&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the books are as lovingly made as ... Auckland’s Soapbox Press (see Jack Ross's &lt;em&gt;Papyri&lt;/em&gt;), the possibilities for the published poem are enhanced.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;At one point in January the stack of best poems on my floor stood at 20 cms. I feel bad that so many of these gems remain in the shadows, so like Will in Philip Pullman’s &lt;em&gt;The Subtle Knife&lt;/em&gt;, I want to cut a hole in the sky. My aim, however, is to reveal a simultaneous cluster of best poems:&lt;br /&gt;... the fragility and the love in Jack Ross’s ‘Fragments (2) ... the more restrained edginess in Thérèse Lloyd’s ‘Feeding the Rats' ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenner, Ted. &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; 36 (2008) – &lt;em&gt;The NZ Music Issue&lt;/em&gt;: 111-13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation can be a peculiar practice, especially when it's of the creative variety: poet Christopher Logue produced some of the finest late 20th century versions of the &lt;em&gt;Iliad&lt;/em&gt; in English without even a nodding acquaintance with the Greek ... Likewise, a critically acclaimed translation of Ovid's &lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses&lt;/em&gt; was written without any knowledge of Latin; and now Jack Ross has achieved a similar feat, a rather clever and snappy set of Sapphic fragments mediated, like the Ovid, via literal translations in French prose.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyB7KQUytI/AAAAAAAABNk/YcynO7XhF2A/s1600-h/Ted+jenner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 362px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyB7KQUytI/AAAAAAAABNk/YcynO7XhF2A/s400/Ted+jenner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340286111519656658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Ted Jenner: &lt;a href="http://titus.books.online.fr/html/WritersInRes.html"&gt;Writers in Residence&lt;/a&gt; (2009)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complete Review:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Reprinted by permission]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted Jenner, “Review of Jack Ross, &lt;em&gt;Papyri: Love Poems &amp; Fragments from Sappho &amp; Elsewhere&lt;/em&gt;. Auckland: Soapbox Press, 2007. ISBN 978-0-473-12397-0.” &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; 36 (2008) – &lt;em&gt;The NZ Music Issue&lt;/em&gt;: 111-13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation can be a peculiar practice, especially when it's of the creative variety: poet Christopher Logue produced some of the finest late 20th century versions of the &lt;em&gt;Iliad&lt;/em&gt; in English without even a nodding acquaintance with the Greek, and furthermore observed that based on the translations of the epic that he studied and used for his own purposes, from Chapman (1611) to Rieu (1950), an expert knowledge of Homeric Greek might even be an encumbrance. Likewise, a critically acclaimed translation of Ovid's &lt;em&gt;Metamorphoses&lt;/em&gt; was written without any knowledge of Latin; and now Jack Ross has achieved a similar feat, a rather clever and snappy set of Sapphic fragments mediated, like the Ovid, via literal translations in French prose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sappho is essentially a sheaf of love poems Jack has translated for his partner, Bronwyn Lloyd (the epigraph reads: 'When you walked in/I bearhugged you,/having banked up/the fires of love ...'). In a similar fashion, Catullus (well, it's a shrewd guess) translated one of Sappho's most famous poems, the &lt;em&gt;phainetai moi&lt;/em&gt; ('He seems to me the equal of the gods . .') for his beloved Lesbia, a name he bestowed upon Clodia Metelli in honour of the fabled beauty of the women of Lesbos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are far-reaching consequences in the fact that these translations are not an attempt to represent Sappho and her 'bittersweet' yearnings as accurately as possible but rather aim to provide a partner, and thereby on publication, a public with some venerable love songs. Situations and similes are updated; hauntingly distant place-names are firmly localized in the familiar. So Sardis, the capital of the rich and powerful Lydians, becomes Golden Bay with its ‘suntanned Nelson girls'; Anaktoria, an absent beloved, is preferred to 'Mayday parades of tanks/goose-stepping infantry', not 'Lydian chariots and armed infantry'. There are gems amongst these updates. Take the love-sick seamstress, for example, who replaces Sappho's weaver singing a lament at her loom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Mum, I can't thread&lt;br /&gt;the sewing machine today&lt;br /&gt;I’m mad about &lt;br /&gt;a boy … &lt;br /&gt;– Again? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't find Mum's witty 'Again?' in Sappho's text; it is of course Jack’s own supplement, a means of breathing a little more life into this two-line remnant of an ancient traditional song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modernizing metaphor is a familiar strategy which creative translators adopt to give an ancient text some contemporary relevance. In his versions of the &lt;em&gt;Iliad&lt;/em&gt;, Logue's modern references range from hairpins to Cape Kennedy, whereas Pound in &lt;em&gt;Homage to Sextus Propertius&lt;/em&gt; limited himself to a frigidaire. But a resourceful poet can do more than this with fragments from ancient Greek if he/she wants to, in Pound's famous slogan, 'make it new’. You might for instance experiment with the 'Ode to Aphrodite' by turning it, with Tristan Tzara's 1919 recipe, into a Dadaist poem: 'carefully cut out each of the words ... and put them all in a bag. Shake gently. Next take out cutting one after the other. . .' (the reader can figure out the rest). Or you might assemble from disparate sources a collection of Sappho's famous comparisons ('whiter than milk', 'smoother than water' etc. etc.), add 'swifter than porsche' for good measure, entitle the poem 'Virgin' after a characteristic persona in the lady's epithalamia, and end with a suitable caution, 'keep away from trash', this being your own transformation of the ancient proverbial rubric, 'don't move gravel' (or 'Don't prod the/beach rubble' in Mary Barnard's translation, an image to tickle the fancy of a New Zealand reader if ever there was one!). I must admit that I find Jack's procedure here, for constructing a new poem out of one-line fragments, more creative than many so-called original poems which would ask us to contemplate the brevity of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another strength of this little book is its complete lack of deference to illustrious 20th century translators and adaptors of Our Lady of Lesbos. Guy Davenport in &lt;em&gt;Archilochus Sappho Alkman&lt;/em&gt; (1983) incorporated Pound's tiny poem/squib 'Papyrus’ ('Spring .... /Too long ..../Gongula ... .') in his own translation of fr.95 with the excuse that 'the misreading, if misreading it is, is by this time too resonant to change'. There is no genuflection to Uncle Ez. in Jack's opusculum. The very cover (designed by poet Michael Steven) seems to signal this vein of sassy irreverence (no kowtowing to Classical scholarship in here, mate): the word PAPYRI looks as if it has been stenciled on a creamy, off-white background by someone wielding a lipstick, the bright red colour of which is fading already in two or three letters (in sympathy with the word itself? or with the contents to follow?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Jack falters is in his occasional omissions and his uncharacteristic refusal to supplement or transform. This, for instance, is just a mite too bald and the 'ditto' a little too flippant; it reads like a cellphone text: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon’s set&lt;br /&gt;ditto the Pleiades&lt;br /&gt;it 's midnight &lt;br /&gt;I’m alone &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he has omitted is the half-line 'hour passes hour' which endows the following (last) line with such pathos. As Pound said of a Chinese poem – &lt;em&gt;The Jewel Stair’s Grievance&lt;/em&gt; – quite as understated as this: ‘The poem is especially prized because she utters no direct reproach.' Without the expression of tedium, the girl's (or Sappho's) loneliness loses more than pathos; it loses coherence to the extent that the lines might almost be an invitation to an illicit lover ('It's dark and quiet. Come now. I'm alone'). My main complaint, however, concerns the many fragments that have not found a place in Jack's book, but this complaint could be regarded as hypercritical when the sins of commission more often outweigh the sins of omission these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyCZmX_wnI/AAAAAAAABNs/Yd6YOXqRDtc/s1600-h/Ted+jenner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyCZmX_wnI/AAAAAAAABNs/Yd6YOXqRDtc/s400/Ted+jenner.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340286634464100978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Ted Jenner: &lt;a href="http://mosehouse.blogspot.com/2009/02/bijoux-books.html"&gt;Sappho Triptych&lt;/a&gt; (2007)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-590727378423636253?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/590727378423636253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=590727378423636253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/590727378423636253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/590727378423636253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/papyri-2007.html' title='Papyri (2007)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShHPltn7SKI/AAAAAAAABFM/Ojjgi6ikagw/s72-c/Papyri+(2007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-6000141760508374966</id><published>2007-10-21T16:51:00.017+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:08:29.524+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pania Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bronwyn Lloyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Love in Wartime (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIAQZ1lDqI/AAAAAAAABGE/XWBgebf123U/s1600-h/loveinwartime5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIAQZ1lDqI/AAAAAAAABGE/XWBgebf123U/s400/loveinwartime5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337328790200979106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover Image &amp; design: Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love in Wartime&lt;/em&gt;. Wellington: Pania Press, 2007. 20 pp. [signed edition of 30 copies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carl sniffed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 – Porphyry skyline&lt;br /&gt;2 – Rhinoceros&lt;br /&gt;3 – Entering the world again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEX is natural&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 – Bright Flowers&lt;br /&gt;5 – You just don’t have the sympathy&lt;br /&gt;6 – Stops when you watch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://paniapress.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-in-wartime.html"&gt;Pania Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://paniapress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pania Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/ 5 Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;North Shore City 0630&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ45 (postage included within NZ)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIAMoBqpQI/AAAAAAAABF8/H_tU1FCV_Mk/s1600-h/loveinwartime3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIAMoBqpQI/AAAAAAAABF8/H_tU1FCV_Mk/s400/loveinwartime3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337328725290296578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShH_0vUCozI/AAAAAAAABF0/XXkuAiyBXtY/s1600-h/wartime1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShH_0vUCozI/AAAAAAAABF0/XXkuAiyBXtY/s400/wartime1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337328314929554226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover image &amp; design: Bronwyn Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(December 25, 2006) &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://paniapress.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-in-wartime.html"&gt;Love in Wartime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Wellington: Pania Press, 2006. 20 pp. [gift edition of 10 copies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carl sniffed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 – Porphyry skyline&lt;br /&gt;2 – Rhinoceros&lt;br /&gt;3 – Entering the world again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEX is natural&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 – Bright Flowers&lt;br /&gt;5 – You just don’t have the sympathy&lt;br /&gt;6 – Stops when you watch it&lt;br /&gt;The Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShH_ubjBTGI/AAAAAAAABFs/tAmiVP64SBI/s1600-h/wartime12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShH_ubjBTGI/AAAAAAAABFs/tAmiVP64SBI/s400/wartime12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337328206544456802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jurgen Wegner, “The Pania Press.” &lt;i&gt;Brandywine Bookman’s Repository for Australia &amp;amp; New Zealand&lt;/i&gt;  #30 (January 2011): 9-10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the illustrations provided on the “blog” the texts seem professional enough but the cover designs are really delightful. Each one is an experiment in design and production. I especially like the use of such things as sewing machine stitching not only as part of the design but as a means of creating whole illustrations*. An example of the latter is in the covers for Jack Ross’ &lt;i&gt;Love in wartime&lt;/i&gt;. Produced in a limited edition of 30 signed copies, each of the 10 specials has its own sewn illustration from cup and saucer to flower pot motif ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ever since my own experimental portfolio of P.J. Proudhon’s &lt;i&gt;What is government&lt;/i&gt; (Sydney : Blackdawn Press, 1986) which used a ripped and torn collage of papers, tickets, forms, &amp;c, and sewing machine stitching for illustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-6000141760508374966?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/6000141760508374966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=6000141760508374966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/6000141760508374966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/6000141760508374966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-in-wartime-2006.html' title='Love in Wartime (2007)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShIAQZ1lDqI/AAAAAAAABGE/XWBgebf123U/s72-c/loveinwartime5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-9161575665210251291</id><published>2007-10-21T11:06:00.009+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:08:01.743+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2005'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perdrix Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Bus Called Mr Nice Guy (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrOZ8pGbYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WpCpM7injhE/s1600-h/A+Bus+Called+Mr+Nice+Guy+(2005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123634471257927042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrOZ8pGbYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WpCpM7injhE/s320/A+Bus+Called+Mr+Nice+Guy+(2005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover photograph: K Ramanathan / Cover design: Jack Ross &lt;br /&gt;(Mumbai, India - 15/1/02)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Bus Called Mr Nice Guy&lt;/em&gt;. ISBN 0-473-10526-8. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2005. [ii] + 50 pp. [Signed edition of 50 copies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letter to Gabriel White&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysore:&lt;br /&gt;- Timekeeper to the nation&lt;br /&gt;- Black eyebrows nose&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore (i):&lt;br /&gt;- It was waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;- Is it on the outside?&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore (ii):&lt;br /&gt;- Soon to be &lt;em&gt;full six&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Self-conscious in a chair&lt;br /&gt;Pondicherry:&lt;br /&gt;- Long live classical divine Tamil&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;As crêpes they’re crap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanjavur:&lt;br /&gt;- Always in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;- Put that pen away&lt;br /&gt;Madurai:&lt;br /&gt;- Once is never enough&lt;br /&gt;- Not knowing where we’re going&lt;br /&gt;Kodaikanal:&lt;br /&gt;- Van Allen Hospital&lt;br /&gt;- Black cow lies in the road&lt;br /&gt;Kodai / Kanyakumari:&lt;br /&gt;- Is this going to stay&lt;br /&gt;- They like to see me writing&lt;br /&gt;Cape Comorin:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The deer doesn’t enter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He is not &lt;em&gt;a man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivandrum:&lt;br /&gt;- They can make anything&lt;br /&gt;- Haunted eyes&lt;br /&gt;Kathakali:&lt;br /&gt;- A lot of action&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;This is my first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varkala:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Meine Damen und Herren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The tank’s refilled&lt;br /&gt;Quilon / Alleppey:&lt;br /&gt;- No-time the expanse&lt;br /&gt;- Helping the Down Trodden&lt;br /&gt;Fort Cochin:&lt;br /&gt;- Harbour full of islands&lt;br /&gt;- How do you like Kochi?&lt;br /&gt;Ernakulam:&lt;br /&gt;- Human contact&lt;br /&gt;- Do I exaggerate?&lt;br /&gt;Kochi / Bangalore:&lt;br /&gt;- Light on the tracks&lt;br /&gt;- One’s the buffoon&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore / Panjim:&lt;br /&gt;- The hooded horror&lt;br /&gt;- Sophie Marceau&lt;br /&gt;Panjim:&lt;br /&gt;- Fishermen&lt;br /&gt;- Inside the cabin&lt;br /&gt;North Goa:&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve caught up with myself&lt;br /&gt;- Palolem Vagatur&lt;br /&gt;Madgaon:&lt;br /&gt;- Is it the moment?&lt;br /&gt;- Ahead of myself&lt;br /&gt;Madgaon / Bombay:&lt;br /&gt;- White herons taking flight&lt;br /&gt;- Life must go on&lt;br /&gt;Bombay:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;That is the biggest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can laugh about it now&lt;br /&gt;Auckland:&lt;br /&gt;- New construction Amcare&lt;br /&gt;- An alien species&lt;br /&gt;A B C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perdrixpress.blogspot.com/2011/04/bus-called-mr-nice-guy-2005.html"&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;br /&gt;6A Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;North Shore City 0630&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 20.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyO983RamdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TI-YkQnqRro/s1600-h/A+Bus+Called+Mr+Nice+Guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126149654204553682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyO983RamdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TI-YkQnqRro/s320/A+Bus+Called+Mr+Nice+Guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photograph: Jack Ross&lt;br /&gt;(Bangalore, India - 22/1/02)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raewyn Alexander. &lt;em&gt;Takahe&lt;/em&gt; 57 (2006): 59.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prose, poetry, observations and quotes conjure up through their vivid everyday otherness, a sense of travelling along with Ross through India ... This book speaks of travel, danger, poverty, oddities, commerce and friendship, and in its fractured elegance evokes a picture of one man’s experience in a land quite foreign to him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-9161575665210251291?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/9161575665210251291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=9161575665210251291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/9161575665210251291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/9161575665210251291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/bus-called-mr-nice-guy-2005.html' title='A Bus Called Mr Nice Guy (2005)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrOZ8pGbYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WpCpM7injhE/s72-c/A+Bus+Called+Mr+Nice+Guy+(2005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-9017114427497027352</id><published>2007-10-21T11:05:00.009+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:07:41.134+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perdrix Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Storm (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrOmspGbZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/f6SJDp-8dso/s1600-h/The+Perfect+Storm+(2000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123634690301259154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrOmspGbZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/f6SJDp-8dso/s320/The+Perfect+Storm+(2000).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover photograph &amp;amp; design: Gabriel White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Perfect Storm&lt;/em&gt;. Video by Gabriel White, Text by Jack Ross. ISBN 0-473-07350-1. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2000. 8 pp. [12 minutes / 100 copies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grating your hand …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want no plot …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the butterfly-collector …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poetry Live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://haibuntoday.blogspot.com/2008/05/jack-ross-perfect-storm.html"&gt;Haibun Today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Text:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perdrixpress.blogspot.com/2011/04/perfect-storm-2000_20.html"&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;br /&gt;6A Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;North Shore City 0630&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyO-Z3RameI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ws31oKHJF0c/s1600-h/The+Perfect+Storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126150152420760034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyO-Z3RameI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ws31oKHJF0c/s320/The+Perfect+Storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-9017114427497027352?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/9017114427497027352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=9017114427497027352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/9017114427497027352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/9017114427497027352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/perfect-storm-2000.html' title='The Perfect Storm (2000)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrOmspGbZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/f6SJDp-8dso/s72-c/The+Perfect+Storm+(2000).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-8499201531217278973</id><published>2007-10-21T11:04:00.008+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:07:22.095+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perdrix Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Town Like Parataxis (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrQuspGbgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eTALnoh_3xg/s1600-h/A+Town+Like+Parataxis+(2000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123637026763468290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrQuspGbgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eTALnoh_3xg/s320/A+Town+Like+Parataxis+(2000).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover photograph &amp;amp; design: Gabriel White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Town Like Parataxis&lt;/em&gt;. Text by Jack Ross, Images by Gabriel White. ISBN 0-473-07104-5. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2000. 22 pp. [100 copies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallows and Amazons&lt;br /&gt;Cheating Heart&lt;br /&gt;A Town Like Parataxis:&lt;br /&gt;1 – Winter’s Tale&lt;br /&gt;2 – Walking Home on a Clear Evening&lt;br /&gt;3 – Wysiwyg&lt;br /&gt;At the Warhol Look Exhibition&lt;br /&gt;Stories we tell ourselves: At the Richard Killeen Retrospective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Text:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perdrixpress.blogspot.com/2011/04/town-like-parataxis-2000_19.html"&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2008/10/town-like-parataxis.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;br /&gt;6A Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;North Shore City 0630&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 10.00 [out of print]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SO-9OliiR5I/AAAAAAAAA18/Tsvwhp_aHH0/s1600-h/4+titlepage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SO-9OliiR5I/AAAAAAAAA18/Tsvwhp_aHH0/s400/4+titlepage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255627348457441170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark Pirie. &lt;em&gt;JAAM &lt;/em&gt;15 (2001): 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photocopied publication of text and images, the text of which is by an author currently establishing himself as an interesting and adventurous contributor to our literature (see for instance his experimental novel &lt;em&gt;Nights with Giordano Bruno &lt;/em&gt;[Bumper Books, 2000] or his excellent guest slot in &lt;em&gt;Poetry NZ&lt;/em&gt; 22 [2001].&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-8499201531217278973?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/8499201531217278973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=8499201531217278973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/8499201531217278973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/8499201531217278973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/town-like-parataxis-2000.html' title='A Town Like Parataxis (2000)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrQuspGbgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eTALnoh_3xg/s72-c/A+Town+Like+Parataxis+(2000).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-1320296172606607128</id><published>2007-10-21T11:03:00.015+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:07:01.125+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perdrix Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Britney Suite (2001)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyHHGOgtfI/AAAAAAAABOE/sUCcc5xb5x8/s1600-h/britney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyHHGOgtfI/AAAAAAAABOE/sUCcc5xb5x8/s400/britney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340291814154876402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover design: Jack Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Britney Suite&lt;/em&gt;, by Paul Celan, Wendy Nu &amp;amp; Jack Ross. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2001. 24 pp. [gift edition of 20 numbered copies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Paul Celan:] &lt;em&gt;SCHNEEPART, gebäumt, bis zuletzt &lt;/em&gt;…(22/1/68)&lt;br /&gt;Snowpart&lt;br /&gt;[Wendy Nu:] keith partridge y yo&lt;br /&gt;[Paul Celan:] &lt;em&gt;ERZFLITTER, tief im &lt;/em&gt;… (20/7/68)&lt;br /&gt;Orespark&lt;br /&gt;Nouvelle vague&lt;br /&gt;[Paul Celan:] &lt;em&gt;KALK-KROKUS, im &lt;/em&gt;… (24/8/68)&lt;br /&gt;Chalk-Crocus&lt;br /&gt;[Wendy Nu:] mr darling writes to penthouse forum&lt;br /&gt;[Paul Celan:] &lt;em&gt;DAS GEDUNKELTE Splitterecho &lt;/em&gt;… (5/9/68)&lt;br /&gt;Dark&lt;br /&gt;It’s always too late …&lt;br /&gt;[Paul Celan:] &lt;em&gt;BEIDHÄNDIGE Frühe &lt;/em&gt;… (29/9/69)&lt;br /&gt;Both-Handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Texts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perdrixpress.blogspot.com/2011/04/britney-suite-2001_21.html"&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2007/03/britney-suite_21.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;br /&gt;6A Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;North Shore City 0630&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[out of print]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyHKfGAFqI/AAAAAAAABOM/QtOv8UW8PHo/s1600-h/britney0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyHKfGAFqI/AAAAAAAABOM/QtOv8UW8PHo/s400/britney0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340291872369677986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyGZpSun7I/AAAAAAAABN0/o-MHR5I1vHI/s1600-h/suite3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyGZpSun7I/AAAAAAAABN0/o-MHR5I1vHI/s400/suite3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340291033293823922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover image: Gabriel White / Cover design: Jack Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Britney Suite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Paul Celan, Wendy Nu &amp;amp; Jack Ross. Auckland: Perdrix Press, July 2003. 60 pp. [gift edition].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Paul Celan:] &lt;em&gt;SCHNEEPART, gebäumt, bis zuletzt &lt;/em&gt;…(22/1/68)&lt;br /&gt;Snowpart&lt;br /&gt;[Wendy Nu:] keith partridge y yo&lt;br /&gt;[Paul Celan:] &lt;em&gt;ERZFLITTER, tief im &lt;/em&gt;… (20/7/68)&lt;br /&gt;Orespark&lt;br /&gt;Nouvelle vague&lt;br /&gt;[Paul Celan:] &lt;em&gt;KALK-KROKUS, im &lt;/em&gt;… (24/8/68)&lt;br /&gt;Chalk-Crocus&lt;br /&gt;[Wendy Nu:] mr darling writes to penthouse forum&lt;br /&gt;[Paul Celan:] &lt;em&gt;DAS GEDUNKELTE Splitterecho &lt;/em&gt;… (5/9/68)&lt;br /&gt;Dark&lt;br /&gt;It’s always too late …&lt;br /&gt;[Paul Celan:] &lt;em&gt;BEIDHÄNDIGE Frühe &lt;/em&gt;… (29/9/69)&lt;br /&gt;Both-Handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Text:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite.html"&gt;Papyri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;br /&gt;6A Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;North Shore City 0630&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[out of print]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyGi2HAkqI/AAAAAAAABN8/bOayCNIfxxI/s1600-h/suite6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyGi2HAkqI/AAAAAAAABN8/bOayCNIfxxI/s400/suite6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340291191353152162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyITGeIp5I/AAAAAAAABOU/nUljAqdtHLo/s1600-h/8_5_05Spears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 365px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyITGeIp5I/AAAAAAAABOU/nUljAqdtHLo/s400/8_5_05Spears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340293119890466706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.mpfree.com/Britney_Spears.htm"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/a&gt; (1998)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nick Alexander. "Jack Ross reading (13 March 2001)." &lt;em&gt;Auckland Poetry Website &lt;/em&gt; [http://nicholasalexander.com/nda/poetry/aklive/reviews.html] (12/4/01).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Ross has the credentials of a modernist, complete with German quotes translating the lines of the poem into a second voice, a second set of meanings, reminiscent of Eliot. Exalting Britney Spears and her pouting sexuality seems dangerous ground. Indeed there were sighs/groans as Jack sellotaped her image behind himself as a very unremarkable diminutive ghetto blaster provided a near complete absence of atmosphere – technical infancy maybe but the poetry was certainly riveting stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An engaging and interesting reading and parody of multimedia. As the NASDAQ bleeds, we may get excited over photocopies to provide a raw visual excitement.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyJiemFDHI/AAAAAAAABOc/DOWTUG09pmI/s1600-h/celan-paul-dt-literaturarchiv-marbach-paris-ca-1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyJiemFDHI/AAAAAAAABOc/DOWTUG09pmI/s400/celan-paul-dt-literaturarchiv-marbach-paris-ca-1960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340294483575901298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.dradio.de/dlf/sendungen/langenacht_alt/990115.html"&gt;Paul Celan&lt;/a&gt; (1960)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-1320296172606607128?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/1320296172606607128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=1320296172606607128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/1320296172606607128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/1320296172606607128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/britney-suite-2001.html' title='The Britney Suite (2001)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/ShyHHGOgtfI/AAAAAAAABOE/sUCcc5xb5x8/s72-c/britney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-1275720295173702576</id><published>2007-10-21T11:02:00.010+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:06:37.983+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perdrix Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1997'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Pound's Fascist Cantos (1997)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrSSMpGbiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8eWvk0k0ffc/s1600-h/Pound"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123638736160452130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrSSMpGbiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8eWvk0k0ffc/s320/Pound%27s+Fascist+Cantos+(1997).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover design: Jack Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ezra Pound’s Fascist Cantos (72 &amp;amp; 73) together with Rimbaud’s “Poets at Seven Years Old.” &lt;/em&gt;Trans. Jack Ross. Auckland: Perdrix Press. [ii] + 42 pp. [25 numbered copies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ezra Pound]: Canto LXXII: &lt;em&gt;Presences&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ezra Pound]: Canto LXXIII: &lt;em&gt;Cavalcanti / Republican Dispatches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2007/03/poetry-live.html"&gt;Canto LXXII: Presences&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nzepc.auckland.ac.nz/kmko/03/ka_mate03_ross.asp"&gt;Canto LXXIII: Cavalcanti / Republican Dispatches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Text:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perdrixpress.blogspot.com/2011/04/pounds-fascist-cantos-1997_18.html"&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrQVcpGbfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3IaWlMJWa64/s1600-h/Pound+(titlepage).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123636592971771378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrQVcpGbfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3IaWlMJWa64/s320/Pound+(titlepage).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Perdrix Press&lt;br /&gt;6A Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;North Shore City 0630&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 5.00 [Out of print]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrQN8pGbeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jkEybcpxIQY/s1600-h/Pound+(contents).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123636464122752482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrQN8pGbeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jkEybcpxIQY/s320/Pound+(contents).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;John O’Connor. &lt;em&gt;JAAM&lt;/em&gt; 12 (1999): 126-28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Ross’s versions are alive with Pound’s energy and convictions; they spark and jar ... It is a tribute to Jack Ross and an indication of his capability as a translator that these pieces stand fresh and intelligent even in their perversity, a perversity of which Ross is acutely aware.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nzepc.auckland.ac.nz/kmko/04/ka_mate04_correspondence.asp"&gt;Massimo Bacigalupo&lt;/a&gt;. "Correspondence: Pound’s Italian Cantos." &lt;em&gt;Ka Mate Ka Ora&lt;/em&gt; 4 (September 2007): 154-57.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…  Your final quotation of Cockram doesn’t seem to make it clear enough that she is misguided in faulting the moral stance of these cantos. I find it strange that many readers insist that they are inexcusable, when passages like the Jew-baiting in canto 52 are much worse than anything to be found in them. Written as they were in a turbulent period, they may be said to exhibit moderation. I would also question your calling them ‘fascist cantos’. ‘War Cantos’ or ‘Italian Cantos’ would be more appropriate. Pound’s take on Fascism was very peculiar, in fact he thought he had to explain its merits to Italians! Besides, cantos 31-71 and 74-84 are no less fascistic than these. Anyhow, I find your commentary very astute, especially concerning the opening of the Pisan cantos and Pound’s use of persona.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-1275720295173702576?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/1275720295173702576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=1275720295173702576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/1275720295173702576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/1275720295173702576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/pounds-fascist-cantos-1997.html' title='Pound&apos;s Fascist Cantos (1997)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RxrSSMpGbiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8eWvk0k0ffc/s72-c/Pound%27s+Fascist+Cantos+(1997).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-6011117999068654594</id><published>2007-10-21T11:00:00.010+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:06:15.143+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perdrix Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1997'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Killing Time (1997)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XpwIvrU_uhk/TayeEl3qxUI/AAAAAAAADGM/oXvEcHUm0rg/s1600/KTc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XpwIvrU_uhk/TayeEl3qxUI/AAAAAAAADGM/oXvEcHUm0rg/s400/KTc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597022238636950850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover design: Jack Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Killing Time&lt;/em&gt;. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 1997. [iv] + 16 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XGijkrMrsNA/TayeZ8aogfI/AAAAAAAADGU/NYYolz2Y-xI/s1600/KT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XGijkrMrsNA/TayeZ8aogfI/AAAAAAAADGU/NYYolz2Y-xI/s400/KT1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597022605466436082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auckland by Night / Brussels by Day&lt;br /&gt;One Version of Pastoral&lt;br /&gt;The Prospect of the Bungy-Jump&lt;br /&gt;On the Occasion of Wet Snow&lt;br /&gt;A Road through Pylons&lt;br /&gt;Killing Time&lt;br /&gt;Morning at a Language School&lt;br /&gt;Recovery&lt;br /&gt;C. P. 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Trans. Jack Ross. Illus. Mark Haddon. Edinburgh: Drummond Press, 1987. 12 pp. [30 copies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PvIxe6aFNvc/Tf5mRbNBmiI/AAAAAAAAEgM/4turasR3Dvc/s1600/A2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PvIxe6aFNvc/Tf5mRbNBmiI/AAAAAAAAEgM/4turasR3Dvc/s400/A2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620041834551155234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MRO-OZfIOnU/Tf5nAaTXtmI/AAAAAAAAEgk/X7YtAMn42A8/s1600/A4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MRO-OZfIOnU/Tf5nAaTXtmI/AAAAAAAAEgk/X7YtAMn42A8/s400/A4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620042641763186274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2EFulk2EX4/Tf5mBOQ5-NI/AAAAAAAAEf8/nmrYaIuHR4I/s1600/A4i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2EFulk2EX4/Tf5mBOQ5-NI/AAAAAAAAEf8/nmrYaIuHR4I/s400/A4i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620041556199864530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcrreQ6MPZw/Tf5nEttZ2wI/AAAAAAAAEgs/odAIL5f9fbU/s1600/A5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jj-_CUSnN1o/Tf5l75LI7iI/AAAAAAAAEf0/zATeRfnAeOU/s400/A6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620041464639188514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RdpaejG9JhU/Tf5mhcwwl-I/AAAAAAAAEgc/vzYaBr6RZnw/s1600/A0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RdpaejG9JhU/Tf5mhcwwl-I/AAAAAAAAEgc/vzYaBr6RZnw/s400/A0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620042109847377890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-5164058070425127013?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/5164058070425127013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=5164058070425127013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/5164058070425127013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/5164058070425127013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/aubade-1987.html' title='Aubade (1987)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcBZJISYf68/Tf5mdQLuBUI/AAAAAAAAEgU/Q5P4_f0ovAY/s72-c/A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-5686451383586323575</id><published>2007-10-20T16:53:00.013+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:55:06.057+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Caffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jan Kemp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AUP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Contemporary NZ Poets in Performance (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl76cpGbRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/F-ZPyIpXxvM/s1600-h/Contemporary+NZ+Poets+(2007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123262295161859346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl76cpGbRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/F-ZPyIpXxvM/s320/Contemporary+NZ+Poets+(2007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover image: Richard Killeen / Cover design: Christine Hansen / &lt;br /&gt;Text design: Katrina Duncan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contemporary New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross and Jan Kemp. ISBN 978 1 86940 395 9. Auckland: Auckland University Press, 2007. xiv + 162 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Preface: Voiceprints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Olds&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1944)&lt;br /&gt;Waking up in Phillip Street&lt;br /&gt;Doctors Rock&lt;br /&gt;Elephant&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bernadette Hall&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1945)&lt;br /&gt;Party Tricks&lt;br /&gt;The Lay Sister&lt;br /&gt;Famine&lt;br /&gt;Amica&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie de Montalk&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1945)&lt;br /&gt;Tree Marriage&lt;br /&gt;Northern Spring&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alan Brunton&lt;/strong&gt; (1946-2002)&lt;br /&gt;The Man on Crazies Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;Waves&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam Hunt&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1946)&lt;br /&gt;My Father Scything&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows and a Promise of Snow&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Minstrel&lt;br /&gt;Plateau Songs&lt;br /&gt;Bottle to Battle to Death&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Manhire&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1946)&lt;br /&gt;The Old Man’s Example&lt;br /&gt;Domestic&lt;br /&gt;On Originality&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Mr Shackleton&lt;br /&gt;Miscarriage&lt;br /&gt;Valedictory&lt;br /&gt;A Song about the Moon&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Norcliffe&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1946)&lt;br /&gt;at Franz Josef&lt;br /&gt;planchette&lt;br /&gt;the visit of the dalai lama&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Wedde&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1946)&lt;br /&gt;Earthly: Sonnets for Carlos 31&lt;br /&gt;Earthly: Sonnets for Carlos 32&lt;br /&gt;Earthly: Sonnets for Carlos 35&lt;br /&gt;Barbary Coast&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiona Farrell&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1947)&lt;br /&gt;Anne Brown’s Song&lt;br /&gt;Instructions for the Consumption of Your Humanitarian Food Package&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keri Hulme&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1947)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;Fisher in an Autumn Tide&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murray Edmond&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1949)&lt;br /&gt;Voyager&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan Kemp&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1949)&lt;br /&gt;Against the Softness of Woman&lt;br /&gt;Jousting&lt;br /&gt;The Sky’s Enormous Jug&lt;br /&gt;Sailing Boats&lt;br /&gt;‘Love is a babe …’&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cilla McQueen&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1949)&lt;br /&gt;Living Here&lt;br /&gt;Fuse&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bob Orr&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1949)&lt;br /&gt;The X&lt;br /&gt;A Country Shaped like a Butterfly’s Wing&lt;br /&gt;Ballad of the Great South Rd&lt;br /&gt;Eternity&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geoff Cochrane&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1951)&lt;br /&gt;Spindrift Sunday&lt;br /&gt;1988&lt;br /&gt;Zigzags&lt;br /&gt;Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Sewell&lt;/strong&gt; (1951-2003)&lt;br /&gt;Jahrhundertwende&lt;br /&gt;Riversdale&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the Quiet&lt;br /&gt;Censorship&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Eggleton&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1952)&lt;br /&gt;Poem for the Unknown Tourist&lt;br /&gt;Teen Angel&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graham Lindsay&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1952)&lt;br /&gt;Playground&lt;br /&gt;Cloud silence&lt;br /&gt;Life in the Queen’s English&lt;br /&gt;Chink&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iain Sharp&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1953)&lt;br /&gt;Amnesty Day&lt;br /&gt;Two Minute Poem&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet Charman&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1954)&lt;br /&gt;'they say that in paradise'&lt;br /&gt;ready steady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt; wake up to yourself&lt;br /&gt;but she wanted one&lt;br /&gt;cuckoo in the nest&lt;br /&gt;injection&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paula Green&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1955)&lt;br /&gt;greek salad&lt;br /&gt;oven-baked salmon&lt;br /&gt;afternoon tea with Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;two minutes westward&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivienne Plumb&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1955)&lt;br /&gt;A Letter from My Daughter&lt;br /&gt;The Vegan Bar and Gaming Lounge&lt;br /&gt;The Tank&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apirana Taylor&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1955)&lt;br /&gt;Sad Joke on a Marae&lt;br /&gt;Parihaka&lt;br /&gt;Hinemoa’s daughter&lt;br /&gt;six million&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne French&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1956)&lt;br /&gt;The New Museology&lt;br /&gt;Trout&lt;br /&gt;Acute&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Ron’s Last Surprise&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michele Leggott&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1956)&lt;br /&gt;cairo vessel&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard von Sturmer&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1957)&lt;br /&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roma Potiki&lt;/strong&gt; (b. 1958)&lt;br /&gt;Exploding Light&lt;br /&gt;For Paiki&lt;br /&gt;Riven&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variant Readings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibliography&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://aonzpsa.blogspot.com/2007/11/contemporary-nz-poets-in-performance.html"&gt;Aotearoa NZ Poetry Sound Archive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2007/07/contemporary-nz-poets-teaching-notes.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auckland.ac.nz/uoa/aup/order/order_home.cfm"&gt;Auckland University Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University Of Auckland&lt;br /&gt;1-11 Short St.&lt;br /&gt;Private Bag 92019&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;aup@auckland.ac.nz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auckland.ac.nz/aup/"&gt;http://www.auckland.ac.nz/aup/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 45.00&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyPAnXRamgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TfO5DncoOKM/s1600-h/Contemporary+NZ+Poets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126152583372249602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyPAnXRamgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TfO5DncoOKM/s320/Contemporary+NZ+Poets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auckland.ac.nz/uoa/aup/new/new_home.cfm"&gt;Auckland University Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the stunning success of &lt;em&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt; AUP and editors Jack Ross and Jan Kemp now present readings on two CDs from a later generation of 27 poets born from 1944 to 1958. These are the great poets of the 1960s and 1970s, such as Ian Wedde, Bill Manhire, Sam Hunt, Jan Kemp, Alan Brunton, as well as some whose names were made more recently such as Bernadette Hall, Stephanie de Montalk, Anne French and Keri Hulme.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipgbook.com/showbook.cfm?bookid=1869403959&amp;amp;userid=62FEB81A-803F-2B7A-70AB8A10F4C37724"&gt;Independent Publishers Group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chosen for their commitment to voice and performance, the poets include Ian Wedde, Bill Manhire, Sam Hunt, Jan Kemp, Alan Brunton, and Bernadette Hall, among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Ross is a poet, editor, and comparative literature scholar whose articles, reviews and interviews have been widely published. He is the author of eight books. He lives in New Zealand. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unireps.com.au/isbn/9781869403959.htm"&gt;Unireps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This paperback and 2 CDs collects the work of 27 poets who came of age during the 1960s and 1970s, stamping their mark irrevocably on the New Zealand poetic scene and introducing new forms, new language and new freedoms. We hear the instantly recognisable, laconic but swaggering voice of Sam Hunt as he performs one of his ‘road songs’; the understated reading of Bill Manhire; the plainspoken storytelling of Keri Hulme; and the quiet humour of Cilla McQueen – lively, entertaining and moving work from some of New Zealand’s best-loved poets.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksnz.com/index.php?option=results&amp;amp;search_by=isbn&amp;amp;search_text=1869403959&amp;amp;Fnew_search=1&amp;amp;pagestyle=single"&gt;Arts Centre Bookshop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kemp and Ross write in their introduction, 'these recordings serve to remind us that we are not always a silent people'. Their diverse voices are a treasure.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.listener.co.nz/issue/3507/artsbooks/9300/poets_corner_the_market.html"&gt;Phillip Matthews&lt;/a&gt;. "Poets corner the Market." &lt;em&gt;NZ Listener &lt;/em&gt;vol. 210, no. 357 (July 28-August 3, 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many of these local bards deliver like grand orators – Sam Hunt’s an obvious exception – but there’s a real poignancy in hearing the voices of Bob Orr and Ian Wedde as recorded in 1974 and then again 30 years later, especially as youthful lines like “the world’s greedy anarchy, I love it” (Wedde) and “I’m leaving soon with my barefooted heart” (Orr) seem to contain all of the innocent hedonism of the 70s.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://masseynews.massey.ac.nz/2007/Massey_News/issue-10/stories/08-10-07.html"&gt;Jennifer Little&lt;/a&gt;. "Editor gets sound and fury of baby boomer poets." &lt;em&gt;Massey News &lt;/em&gt;10 (10 August 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raunchy, provocative poetry forged amid the sex, drugs and rock n’ roll era will be read and heard in a new collection co-edited by English lecturer and author Dr Jack Ross and poet Jan Kemp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They anticipate readers will be jolted as well as entertained by verbal antics and stirring images from page one. Take the opening lines of the book’s first poem by Peter Olds called Waking Up in Phillip Street as he sets the scene: “This two-layered cake full of puking TV sets/ knife cuts &amp;amp; blood on the furniture” ...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/topic/story.cfm?c_id=134&amp;amp;objectid=10456851"&gt;Graham Brazier&lt;/a&gt;. "Ferries at the bottom of my garden." &lt;em&gt;Weekend Herald: Canvas &lt;/em&gt;(11 August 2007) 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemporary New Zealand Poets in Performance is a masterpiece.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unity Books Newsletter &lt;/em&gt;30 (Winter, 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear the poet read his or her poem aloud is to hear the poem with new ears, with a conviction, knowledge of precision and purpose in the words chosen and the subject matter explored ... A wonderful complement to the previous collection of classical material.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam Finnemore. &lt;em&gt;Craccum &lt;/em&gt;15 (August, 2007) 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This volume mightn’t be as safely ‘classic’ as last year’s collection, but of course that’s the point; this particular revolution isn’t over yet by a long shot ... If anything, it’s even better than its companion volume from 2006: just as comprehensive and much more cohesive, it’s a joy to read and hear.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/waikato-times/archived-sections/vote-08/ent/dvd-reviews-14336/18536/Poetic-set-misses-some-of-the-best"&gt;Peter Dornauf&lt;/a&gt;. "Poetic Set misses some of the best." &lt;em&gt;Waikato Times &lt;/em&gt;(11 August, 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices range from the buttoned-down flat to the completely over-the-top melodramatic. Some strain for significance while others plump for an understated timbre. The best strike an easy, natural, rhythmical voice, full of modulation, intonation and variation in speed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Margaret Christensen. &lt;em&gt;Wairarapa Times-Age &lt;/em&gt;(22 August, 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the recordings (done under two separate archival schemes) are clean of surface, the poets well paced, expressive, yet individualistic. This collection is distinguished in its own right as an artefact because of its cover by Richard Killeen, its fine layout and design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemporary New Zealand Poets in Performance reaches a milestone.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah Johnson. &lt;em&gt;NZ Writers E-zine &lt;/em&gt;(September, 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s guest list will be different, but if you love poetry you can be sure you are going to love this luxurious collection. Because this is what Contemporary New Zealand Poets in Performance felt like, a feast, with its only downfall being that at the end of it, you are still hungry for more. It made me feel afresh the shame that, outside of the country’s main centres, readings by any poet, let alone poets of the calibre featured here, are rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if poetry is meant to be spoken, then It is equally meant to be heard, and the true value of this book may lie in its ability to bring the voices of our poets to so many more people. There is also the consolation that it is preceded by an earlier collection – &lt;em&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt; – and that a sequel (I assume of modern poets) is planned. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matt Bowler. "Poetry collection a Kiwi must-have." &lt;em&gt;The Nelson Mail &lt;/em&gt;(19 September, 2007) 41.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two CDs that accompany the book have the poets reading their poems. Their inclusion lifts the book from an excellent collection to a national treasure. The added richness and insight of hearing the poets’ own interpretation of their works is incalculable.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Ricketts. "Sounds like us." &lt;em&gt;New Zealand Books&lt;/em&gt;(Summer 2007) 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contemporary New Zealand Poets &lt;/em&gt;in a similar format [to &lt;em&gt;Classic Poets&lt;/em&gt;] also contains 27 contributors. Again, the selection of poets is reasonably uncontentious though the choice of some of the individual poems seems a bit perverse. This is, after all, a record for posterity as much as anything else. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the huge increase in poetry readings over the last 30 years, some voices are extremely familiar. Everyone can do a Sam Hunt impersonation, that high, blokey, love-scarred, half-chant. And Bill Manhire’s signature twist of the voice, once heard, is unmistakably audible throughout his work. But that will not always be the case. Future listeners will be grateful to hear how these poets sounded. For them it will fractionally help to close the gap between themselves and the foreign country of our own time, just as the comparable gap between us and the late 19th century is momentarily bridged by the faint, crackly 1890 recording of Tennyson reading “The Charge of the Light Brigade” in his just discernible Lincolnshire accent.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terry Locke. &lt;a href="http://www.hyperpoetics.ac.nz/Genres/LockeReviews/ContempNZpoets.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JNZL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 25 (2007): 174-77.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book and its two CDs, and with Richard Killeen’s striking cover, bespeaks a number of narratives including Kemp’s. Implicated in it are poetic lives, with their victories and defeats; the ebbs and flows of cultural history, with its gaps and continuities; and above all, the survival and burgeoning of poetry as an art and craft in Aotearoa/New Zealand.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allan Phillipson. &lt;a href="http://www.bbk.ac.uk/cnzs/index.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CNZS Bulletin of New Zealand Studies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 (2008): 298-302.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish these CDs had existed four years ago, when I was teaching Apirana Taylor's "Sad Joke on a Marae" to a group of adult students in Devon. The class had been full of questions, many of which would have been answered simply by hearing the poet's voice. Taylor's tone, his pronunciation, the sad, slow, angry delivery of his words convey so much more than any explanation. To hear him cry "Tihei Mauriora" four times to the ghosts on a marae, each time with increasing anguish, would have been enough. As a teaching aid, this anthology is invaluable; an aspect underscored by Ross's own website, which supplies a list of approaches to using the book in classroom situations.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-5686451383586323575?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/5686451383586323575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=5686451383586323575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/5686451383586323575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/5686451383586323575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/contemporary-nz-poets-in-performance.html' title='Contemporary NZ Poets in Performance (2007)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl76cpGbRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/F-ZPyIpXxvM/s72-c/Contemporary+NZ+Poets+(2007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-1667680638664530823</id><published>2007-10-20T16:52:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:04:27.828+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina Shaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Myth of the 21st Century (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyPCEXRamjI/AAAAAAAAATo/VHZagZ4NQZE/s1600-h/Myth+of+the+21st+Century+(2006a).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126154181100083762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyPCEXRamjI/AAAAAAAAATo/VHZagZ4NQZE/s320/Myth+of+the+21st+Century+(2006a).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover illustration: Bill Hammond / Cover design: Cathy Bignell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myth of the 21st Century: An Anthology of New Fiction&lt;/em&gt;. Edited by Tina Shaw &amp;amp; Jack Ross. ISBN 0-7900-1098-4. Auckland: Reed Publishing (NZ) Ltd, 2006. 137 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jack Ross &amp;amp; Tina Shaw: &lt;em&gt;Introduction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Grace: &lt;em&gt;Moon Story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Edmond: &lt;em&gt;The Temple of Baal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina Shaw: &lt;em&gt;Albatross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Johnson: &lt;em&gt;The Wedding of Psyche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karlo Mila: &lt;em&gt;One Girl Dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony McCarten: &lt;em&gt;Futures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracey Slaughter: &lt;em&gt;A Tree Full of Angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivienne Plumb: &lt;em&gt;Plumb’s Fables&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Grimshaw: &lt;em&gt;The Warrior Rupapera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Ross: &lt;em&gt;The Isle of the Cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine Alterio: &lt;em&gt;Smoking Mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Taouma: &lt;em&gt;Half a Cup of Ava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judith White: &lt;em&gt;Finkin and Acacia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Corballis: &lt;em&gt;The Search for the Third Thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contributors&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reed.co.nz/"&gt;Reed Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 Rawene Rd&lt;br /&gt;Birkenhead&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ34.99&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyPBp3RamiI/AAAAAAAAATg/X8vTcklsL3s/s1600-h/Myth+of+the+21st+Century.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126153725833550370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyPBp3RamiI/AAAAAAAAATg/X8vTcklsL3s/s320/Myth+of+the+21st+Century.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve Scott. &lt;em&gt;NZ Herald Canvas &lt;/em&gt;(18 November, 2006) p.40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This anthology has fused the voices of many cultures into one. It shows us how far we have come as a people, and how enriched our country is because of this. These myths serve their purpose: they make us think — they remind us of who, and where, we are.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://masseynews.massey.ac.nz/2006/Massey_News/issue-21/stories/12-21-06.html"&gt;Jennifer Little&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Massey News &lt;/em&gt;21 (20 November, 2006), p.10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there is humour and poetic beauty throughout many of the 14 stories, there is also an undercurrent of darkness and foreboding, as one might expect in contemplations of a century faced with melting icecaps and environmental disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Ross says that myths can have a dual and contradictory role in society. &lt;br /&gt;Myths are, on one hand, “agreed-upon fictions, essentially harmless ways of arranging an experience we all share but cannot easily express”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, they are “monstrously damaging illusions, concerted denials of the actual nature of things” such as myths of racial and male superiority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think the variety in the writing reflects a truth about New Zealand. It’s a jangling, complex place, mythologically as in every other sense.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graeme Barrow. &lt;em&gt;Northern Advocate &lt;/em&gt;(2 December, 2006) p.23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s an interesting and eclectic collection, with some stimulating thoughts and writing, but somehow there’s a hint of the contrived about it, rather as if a class of talented school pupils had been asked to write an essay on a topic which didn’t quite grab them. …&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indulgence&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;The Dominion Post Weekend &lt;/em&gt;(27/1/2007) 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last of 14 myths anthologised in &lt;em&gt;Myth of the 21st Century &lt;/em&gt;(Reed, pb $34.99), Tim Corballis writes: “A myth, he thought, can’t have an author.” The “authors” in this diverse collection include its editors, Tina Shaw and Jack Ross, and also Patricia Grace, Charlotte Grimshaw, Mike Johnson and Martin Edmond, among others. They were invited to speculate (truthfully, in my opinion) on what sort of mythic tales we might need in the new century.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Robin List. &lt;em&gt;Wairarapa Times-Age &lt;/em&gt;(14 April, 2007) p.9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest myth in the book is the assumption that somehow we can, ahead of events, shape mythologies for indeterminate outcomes. That doesn’t mean that the book is futile. It can provoke serious reflection about what we are doing and how that will affect the future. And travelling with that enterprise is the interest and satisfaction of reading good writers who are trying to push the boundaries.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenny Argante. "Myth Fans Strut their Stuff." &lt;em&gt;Bay of Plenty Times&lt;/em&gt; (28/4/07) 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The editors have put together an intriguing collection. You won’t respond to all the stories, but some will linger long alter you’ve closed this book. And if this is “new fiction” we have no need to worry about the quality of New Zealand writing at present.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Claude Lundgren. "Different, sometimes humorous, worth a look." &lt;em&gt;Northern Advocate&lt;/em&gt; (3/11/07) 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a courageous but failed attempt at the near impossible task of mythologizing the present. Myths are by nature stories that have developed over a long period of time, so creating new ones, dealing with new themes is no easy task.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-1667680638664530823?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/1667680638664530823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=1667680638664530823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/1667680638664530823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/1667680638664530823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/myth-of-21st-century-2006.html' title='Myth of the 21st Century (2006)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyPCEXRamjI/AAAAAAAAATo/VHZagZ4NQZE/s72-c/Myth+of+the+21st+Century+(2006a).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-2923585233655875547</id><published>2007-10-20T16:51:00.013+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:04:03.629+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Caffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jan Kemp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AUP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Classic NZ Poets in Performance (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl7T8pGbPI/AAAAAAAAANo/5Bx6UlZDKPQ/s1600-h/Classic+NZ+Poets+(2006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123261633736895730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl7T8pGbPI/AAAAAAAAANo/5Bx6UlZDKPQ/s320/Classic+NZ+Poets+(2006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover image: Pat Hanly / Cover design: Christine Hansen / &lt;br /&gt;Text design: Katrina Duncan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross. Poems selected by Jack Ross and Jan Kemp. ISBN 1-86940-367-3. Auckland: Auckland University Press, 2006. xiv + 146 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Preface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A. R. D. Fairburn &lt;/strong&gt;(1904-1957)&lt;br /&gt;Full Fathom Five&lt;br /&gt;A Farewell&lt;br /&gt;The Cave&lt;br /&gt;Cupid&lt;br /&gt;Walking on my Feet&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R. A. K. Mason &lt;/strong&gt;(1905-1971)&lt;br /&gt;The Spark’s Farewell to its Clay&lt;br /&gt;Out from Sea-Bondage&lt;br /&gt;Be Swift O Sun&lt;br /&gt;Stoic Overthrow&lt;br /&gt;Flow at Full Moon&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Brasch &lt;/strong&gt;(1909-1973)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;In Your Presence:&lt;br /&gt;'I read your signature'&lt;br /&gt;'Morepork, Shrewd Sentry Owl'&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allen Curnow &lt;/strong&gt;(1911-2001)&lt;br /&gt;House and Land&lt;br /&gt;The Unhistoric Story&lt;br /&gt;The Skeleton of the Great Moa in the Canterbury Museum, Christchurch&lt;br /&gt;A Dead Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Any Time Now&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denis Glover &lt;/strong&gt;(1912-1980)&lt;br /&gt;The Magpies&lt;br /&gt;Threnody&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M. K. Joseph &lt;/strong&gt;(1914-1981)&lt;br /&gt;Drunken Gunners&lt;br /&gt;Mercury Bay Eclogue I&lt;br /&gt;Mercury Bay Eclogue II&lt;br /&gt;Elegy in a City Railyard&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keith Sinclair &lt;/strong&gt;(1922-1993)&lt;br /&gt;E. D. S. (1893-1969)&lt;br /&gt;The Bomb is Made&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kendrick Smithyman &lt;/strong&gt;(1922-1995)&lt;br /&gt;Communicating&lt;br /&gt;Inlet&lt;br /&gt;Near Ellon&lt;br /&gt;Closing the Chocolate Factory&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hone Tuwhare &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1922)&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;No ordinary sun&lt;br /&gt;cummings&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lauris Edmond &lt;/strong&gt;(1924-2000)&lt;br /&gt;Before a Funeral&lt;br /&gt;Scar Tissue&lt;br /&gt;yellow-eyed penguin&lt;br /&gt;Autumn in Canada&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet Frame &lt;/strong&gt;(1924-2004)&lt;br /&gt;The Cat of Habit&lt;br /&gt;The Icicles&lt;br /&gt;Lines Written at the Frank Sargeson Centre&lt;br /&gt;O Lung Flowering Like a Tree&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louis Johnson &lt;/strong&gt;(1924-1988)&lt;br /&gt;Singing to the Ancestors&lt;br /&gt;Words for Blair Peach&lt;br /&gt;The Seventies&lt;br /&gt;Coming and Going&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alistair Te Ariki Campbell &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1925)&lt;br /&gt;The Gunfighter&lt;br /&gt;Home from Hospital&lt;br /&gt;Lest We Forget&lt;br /&gt;Maori Battalion Veteran&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James K. Baxter &lt;/strong&gt;(1926-1972)&lt;br /&gt;Poem in the Matukituki Valley&lt;br /&gt;Prospector&lt;br /&gt;The Fallen House&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alistair Paterson &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1929)&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Roache Love all the Boys in the World&lt;br /&gt;On reading Robert Bly’s Selected Poems while sitting at a desk near a calendar&lt;br /&gt;bearing photographs of boats and shadows of boats on water&lt;br /&gt;The dictionary of battles&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C. K. Stead &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1932)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;April Notebook&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Sonnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;The Masks of Catullus&lt;br /&gt;Between&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;Horation&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin Ireland &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1933)&lt;br /&gt;A Hard Country&lt;br /&gt;Cloud&lt;br /&gt;A Whiff of the Old Adam&lt;br /&gt;Villanelle for a Smile&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fleur Adcock &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1934)&lt;br /&gt;A Game&lt;br /&gt;The Pilgrim Fathers&lt;br /&gt;Camping&lt;br /&gt;Smokers for Celibacy&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Bland &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1934)&lt;br /&gt;Death of a Dog&lt;br /&gt;The Nose&lt;br /&gt;The Happy Army&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with Brigitte Bardot&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Harlow &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1937)&lt;br /&gt;No Problem, But Not Easy&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra’s Daughter&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Piano’s Birthday&lt;br /&gt;And, yes&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vincent O’Sullivan &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1937)&lt;br /&gt;Butcher in Sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Butcher on Life in General&lt;br /&gt;Still Shines when you Think of it&lt;br /&gt;Elegy for a School Mate&lt;br /&gt;Seeing You Asked&lt;br /&gt;Before you go&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riemke Ensing &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1939)&lt;br /&gt;Morning Glory&lt;br /&gt;Love Affair&lt;br /&gt;T’ai Chi&lt;br /&gt;Transport&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert Wendt &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1939)&lt;br /&gt;Conversation&lt;br /&gt;The Mountains of Ta’ū&lt;br /&gt;On Our Way&lt;br /&gt;Over Ponsonby&lt;br /&gt;Scavengers&lt;br /&gt;Bus&lt;br /&gt;Bound For Whangamata&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1940)&lt;br /&gt;Shape-Shifter&lt;br /&gt;The Red Road&lt;br /&gt;Seven Mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Sudan&lt;br /&gt;Green Turtle&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Mitchell &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1940)&lt;br /&gt;my lai / remuera / ponsonby&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth Smither &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1941)&lt;br /&gt;Red shoes&lt;br /&gt;Smoking with Carol&lt;br /&gt;Saveloy&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &lt;em&gt;The Goldberg Variations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Summer Dew&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brian Turner &lt;/strong&gt;(b.1944)&lt;br /&gt;Trout&lt;br /&gt;Training on the Peninsula&lt;br /&gt;Fish&lt;br /&gt;Pig&lt;br /&gt;One Night Stand&lt;br /&gt;In the Swim&lt;br /&gt;Biography / Selected Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variant Readings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibliography&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://aonzpsa.blogspot.com/2007/11/classic-nz-poets-in-performance.html"&gt;Aotearoa NZ Poetry Sound Archive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2006/07/classic-nz-poets-teaching-notes.html"&gt;The Imaginary Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auckland.ac.nz/uoa/aup/order/order_home.cfm"&gt;Auckland University Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University Of Auckland&lt;br /&gt;1-11 Short St.&lt;br /&gt;Private Bag 92019&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;aup@auckland.ac.nz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auckland.ac.nz/aup/"&gt;http://www.auckland.ac.nz/aup/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 45.00&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyPBKnRamhI/AAAAAAAAATY/cbAZUHifDls/s1600-h/Classic+NZ+Poets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126153188962638354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyPBKnRamhI/AAAAAAAAATY/cbAZUHifDls/s320/Classic+NZ+Poets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christopher Moore. "Book News." &lt;em&gt;The Press &lt;/em&gt;(24 June, 2006) Edition 2, p.13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two ways of looking at Auckland University Press’s Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance (softcover $45). The first is to read this new anthology of works by 27 New Zealand poets. The second is to listen to recordings of them reading their works. The book and the CD, due for release on Montana New Zealand Poetry Day 2006 (July 21), “brings a new resonance to bare words and familiar texts,” according to its editors, Jack Ross and Jan Kemp. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mary de Ruyter. "Music &amp;amp; Books." &lt;em&gt;citymix &lt;/em&gt;(1 July, 2006), p.58.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs bedtime stories when you can be serenaded by some of New Zealand’s leading poets? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iain Sharp. "Books: From New York no-no’s to a chorus of Kiwi classics." &lt;em&gt;Sunday StarTimes &lt;/em&gt;(2 July, 2006), p. C7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone interested in New Zealand poetry, this is a must-have.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://masseynews.massey.ac.nz/2006/Massey_News/issue-09/stories/10-09-06.html"&gt;Jennifer Little&lt;/a&gt;. Flurry of publishing for writing lecturer.Massey News 9 (6 Pipiri / June) 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book features a cover image by artist Pat Hanly and comes with two CDs of recordings of 27 of New Zealand’s most celebrated poets — including James K Baxter, Denis Glover, Hone Tuwhare, Janet Frame, Fleur Adcock, Kevin Ireland and Vincent O’Sullivan — reading their own work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Ross has been collecting and compiling the poetry texts and recordings with co-editor and poet Jan Kemp since 2004. The material comes from the Waiata Recordings Archive, collected in 1974, and the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive, completed in 2004. The book with sound recordings is the first of its kind for New Zealand poetry.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://readingthemaps.blogspot.com/2006/07/better-than-deaker.html"&gt;Scott Hamilton&lt;/a&gt;. "Better than Deaker." &lt;em&gt;Poetry NZ&lt;/em&gt; 33 (2006): 101-103.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sheer entertainment value, Ross and Kemp’s anthology easily beats Murray the Mouth, let alone that Harry Potter rerun on TV 2. Who says poetry is dead?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arts.org.nz/rev40.htm"&gt;Trevor Reeves&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Southern Ocean Review &lt;/em&gt;40 (12 July, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to see that this book will become a well respected text for teaching, in years to come. However, just as a book to have, and enjoy for all the good work in it, it is fine, and worthwhile. You need to add this book to your collection.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter Wells. "In Praise of the Poetic Voice." &lt;em&gt;Weekend Herald: Canvas &lt;/em&gt;(15 July, 2006) 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book, and the CDs, are taonga. The result of a mission by poets Jan Kemp and Jack Ross, they reproduce the poetic voices of our past ... But what is the bigger story of this collection? It is a treasure of voice and poem. I am hoping it is the beginning of a longer series. Every school should have one. There is much to ponder on, to celebrate here. And people searching for poems for significant occasions could do well to buy this book. It is of our people.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris Price. "A sound selection." &lt;em&gt;The Dominion Post: Indulgence &lt;/em&gt;(15 July, 2006) 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... this two-CD set plus book — reproducing the poems as read, not always as they were published, along with serviceable biographies and bibliographic detail — is well worth the price of admission. Listen in the car, while you’re making dinner, or do the iPod shuffle. The fact that 15 of the 27 writers represented are still cruising our poetic high ways is also a timely reminder, in the run up to Montana Poetry Day, to get out and see a classic live while you still can.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charmian Smith. "Poets make fascinating listening." &lt;em&gt;Otago Daily Times: Weekend Mag &lt;/em&gt;(15-16 July, 2006) 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to a poet reading his or her own work brings a layer of meaning and enjoyment that you can’t get from the printed page.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terry Locke. &lt;a href="http://www.hyperpoetics.ac.nz/Genres/LockeReviews/ClassicNZpoets.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;English in Aotearoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the classroom teacher, who cares about our literary heritage, this collection is a treasure trove, something to share with students or, on a long drive, to keep you company with poems that you will simply want to return to.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenny Lawn. "Congratulations." &lt;em&gt;School News. SSCS&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;[http://sscs.massey.ac.nz/news.htm#top].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Jack Ross who has a new book/CD out. This is a 2-CD set of 27 classic New Zealand poets, from Fairburn to Brian Turner, reading their own work. The CDs are accompanied by a book of the texts of the poems reproducing them exactly as read, as well as brief biographies and bibliographies of each poet. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam Finnemore. &lt;em&gt;Craccum &lt;/em&gt;(17 August, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was forced to pick a downside in this release, I’d single out the dodgy pack aging of the CDs themselves — tucked into fragile paper envelopes inside the book’s covers, they’re vulnerable to damage, and somewhat spoil the over all presentation. My advice is to pop them into spare plastic jewel cases from a friend’s CD collection and save your self hassle and heartbreak. Otherwise, Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance is an essential purchase for any follower of New Zealand literature.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linda Herrick. "Fineprint: Poets Sell Out." &lt;em&gt;Weekend Herald: Canvas &lt;/em&gt;(August 26, 2006) 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a copy of &lt;em&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;, Auckland University Press’ enchanting collection of poetry matched with a double CD of the actual poets reading their works, it has sold out. AUP confirms that a second “rush imprint” is underway in Singapore, and copies should be available in bookshops in about two weeks.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://nzbookmonth.co.nz/blogs/graham_reid/archive/2006/09/04/249.aspx"&gt;Graham Reid&lt;/a&gt;. "Word Up." &lt;em&gt;NZ Book Month&lt;/em&gt;. (10/9/06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased by the success of the recent double CD &lt;em&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;, put out by AUP and compiled by Jan Kemp and Jack Ross. The first run has sold out and another is under way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know about that one, right? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alastair Campbell. &lt;em&gt;Wairarapa Times Age &lt;/em&gt;(September, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... although the recordings prove yet again that writers don’t always make good readers and there could be some argument with the selection, there are really wonderful moments that will rekindle memories among older listeners and introduce to younger ones the authentic voice of many canonical poets.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://masseynews.massey.ac.nz/Research-Magazine/2006/stories/Research-2006-publications.pdf"&gt;Jennifer Little&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Massey Research &lt;/em&gt;3 (13 October, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Ross has spent much of the past two years hearing voices.&lt;br /&gt;Haunting, poetic voices. The voices of Janet Frame, of James K Baxter, of A. R. D. Fairburn, of Denis Glover, of Hone Tuwhare, of Fleur Adcock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt;, co-edited by Mr Ross and poet Jan Kemp, includes two CDs of recordings, totaling two hours of poetry readings by 27 of the country’s major poets.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter Dornauf. &lt;em&gt;Waikato Times &lt;/em&gt;(23 September, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is noticeable is that the women represented in this collection do a better job than the men. Fairburn has a weary, flat, monotonous tone while Mason’s voice is too high and fails to carry the gravity of his message. Brasch’s 1950s polished English voice has perfect intonation but sounds terribly dated. Even Tuwhare, like Baxter, comes across as wooden and awkward. In contrast, poets like Lauris Edmond and Fleur Adcock communicate in an unpretentious relaxed manner without strain, employing an easy natural rhythm that captures perfectly the correct intonation, emphasis, speed and resonance. The best of the men are Peter Bland, Michael Harlow and Vincent O’Sullivan. The latter’s Elegy for a School mate is conveyed with just the right mix of understated passion and pathos.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Counter intelligence." &lt;em&gt;Booksellers News &lt;/em&gt;(December 2006) 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While poetry doesn’t necessarily do well at the shop, this collection is a stand out, in part because of the two CDs that accompany it. The collection has wide appeal in part because it features major poets, and also because it offers readers a unique opportunity to hear our best poets reading their own work. A perfect pressie for the poetry enthusiast.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Ricketts. "Sounds like us." &lt;em&gt;New Zealand Books&lt;/em&gt; (Summer 2007) 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far as I am concerned, Jack Ross and Jan Kemp have done local poetry lovers a good turn with these two collections of our own poets reading their work. &lt;em&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance &lt;/em&gt;runs from A. R. D. Fairburn to Brian Turner, &lt;em&gt;Contemporary New Zealand Poets in Performance &lt;/em&gt;from Peter Olds to Roma Potiki. Each collection is handsomely designed and, to accompany, two CDs of the poets’ voices, contains the text of the poems plus brief biographical and bibliographical details. (A third collection, presumably of younger voices, is promised).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob Edmond. "Not so Hopped-Up." &lt;em&gt;JNZL&lt;/em&gt;(2007) 164-73.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, as Davidson suggests, the movement of poetry off the page potentially implicates it in ‘realms of community, contingency, and conversation’, &lt;em&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets in Performance&lt;/em&gt; presents poets whose performance styles or the contexts in which they are recorded often seem isolated from such conversations, more at home in Hollander’s vision of the lyric as a carefully crafted well-wrought urn’ than in Ginsberg’s improvisatory style. While a more ‘hopped-up’ set of recordings might have opened eyes and ears, radiant and cool or otherwise, to New Zealand poetry as a socially engaged, community practice, &lt;em&gt;Classic New Zealand Poets&lt;/em&gt; nevertheless provides an invaluable contribution to such an opening simply by reminding us that in poetry voice and ear are at least as important as text and eye.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-2923585233655875547?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/2923585233655875547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=2923585233655875547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/2923585233655875547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/2923585233655875547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/classic-nz-poets-in-performance-2006.html' title='Classic NZ Poets in Performance (2006)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl7T8pGbPI/AAAAAAAAANo/5Bx6UlZDKPQ/s72-c/Classic+NZ+Poets+(2006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-866828849660608375</id><published>2007-10-20T16:49:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:03:35.786+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social and Cultural Studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massey University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2005'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Where Will Massey Take You? (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl7BcpGbOI/AAAAAAAAANg/x8xbrn7htX4/s1600-h/Where+Will+Massey+Take+You+(2005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123261315909315810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl7BcpGbOI/AAAAAAAAANg/x8xbrn7htX4/s320/Where+Will+Massey+Take+You+(2005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover photograph: Simon Creasey / Cover design: Sarah Grimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Will Massey Take You? Life Writing 2&lt;/em&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross. ISBN 0-473-09551-3. Massey University: School of Social and Cultural Studies, 2005. viii + 155 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Ross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Will Massey Take You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catherine Alexander&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagonal Parking in a Parallel Universe:&lt;br /&gt;A view from within the world of Asperger’s Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kali Bell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Back&lt;br /&gt;The Trigger&lt;br /&gt;Despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel Bresnahan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sheepskin&lt;br /&gt;When she was good …&lt;br /&gt;Someone Else’s Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nathan Calvert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview with Farid Shafizadeh Dizaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenna Crowley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lawnmower Man&lt;br /&gt;Us&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Six-Legged Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin Gallagher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justine Giles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror people&lt;br /&gt;Old man, little boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anaise Irvine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna Leclercq&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patagonia&lt;br /&gt;Bomb Blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erica Marsden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie Ranby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great-Grandmother’s Poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phillipa Reeve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roadside Reflections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelly Schischka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About&lt;br /&gt;Dr Leslie Whetter, Mr. Weta, The Man Who&lt;br /&gt;Went to Antarctica &amp;amp; the German Spy on The Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claire Talbot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpardonable Sins&lt;br /&gt;Trauma: Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emma Zhang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Time and Memories:&lt;br /&gt;Liu Jing Hua, My Grandmother&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sscs.massey.ac.nz/contact.htm"&gt;Leanne Menzies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Adminstrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sscs.massey.ac.nz/research/index.htm"&gt;School of Social and Cultural Studies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massey University&lt;br /&gt;Private Bay 102 904&lt;br /&gt;North Shore Mail Centre&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRP: $NZ 10 (+ $2 postage &amp;amp; packing)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyT1AXRamrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/6kqNroxu410/s1600-h/Where+Will+Massey+Take+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126491662450334386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyT1AXRamrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/6kqNroxu410/s320/Where+Will+Massey+Take+You.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenny Lawn. "Life Writing 2." &lt;em&gt;School News – Massey University website &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sscs.massey.ac.nz/news.htm [6/10/05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lecturer Jack Ross has edited the second anthology of work by students in 139.226, Life Writing. The poems, short stories, and interviews gathered in the collection are varied and hard-hitting, so come to our book launch (details below) to meet the contributors and be inspired! The English programme is grateful to Sarah Grimes for the evocative cover design (from an image by Simon Creasey).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+(Indian).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+(Indian).gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-866828849660608375?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/866828849660608375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=866828849660608375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/866828849660608375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/866828849660608375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-will-massey-take-you-2005.html' title='Where Will Massey Take You? (2005)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl7BcpGbOI/AAAAAAAAANg/x8xbrn7htX4/s72-c/Where+Will+Massey+Take+You+(2005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-7472678312408905580</id><published>2007-10-20T16:48:00.012+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:03:13.814+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2004'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writers Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kendrick Smithyman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Campana to Montale (2004)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl6uspGbNI/AAAAAAAAANY/OSOBLvMJLmc/s1600-h/Campana+to+Montale+%282004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123260993786768594" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl6uspGbNI/AAAAAAAAANY/OSOBLvMJLmc/s320/Campana+to+Montale+%282004%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover photograph: Michael Dean / Cover design: James Fryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick Smithyman. &lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2010/11/campana-to-montale-2010.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Campana to Montale: Versions from Italian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Edited by Jack Ross. ISBN 0-476-00382-2. Auckland: The Writers Group, 2004. [ii} + 190 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[For an updated list of poets' biographies, consult the &lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2010/11/campana-to-montale-2010.html"&gt;2010 edition&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dino Campana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in 1885, near Faenza; died of septicaemia at Castel Pulci in 1932. Before being committed in 1918 to the mental hospital where he died, Campana’s life was characterised by compulsive wandering, tormented love affairs, and extreme disdain for the literary establishment. Major work: &lt;em&gt;Canti Orfici &lt;/em&gt;(1914).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old Florence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firenze vecchia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt; The Evening of the Fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La sera di fiera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Campana in an Autumn Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giardino autunnale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woman of Genoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna genovese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Skylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’invetriata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandro Penna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Perugia in 1906; died in Rome in 1977. A somewhat isolated figure in modern Italian poetry, Penna is generally described as the one working-class poet among the intellectuals of the Hermetic school. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Tutte le poesie &lt;/em&gt;(1970); &lt;em&gt;Stranezze &lt;/em&gt;(1976).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Esco dal mio lavoro …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Il treno tarderà …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il viaggio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Tutto il giorno passai …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Con il cielo coperto …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mattino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘L’ombra di una nuvola …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Alfio che un treno Porta …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Voglio credere ancora …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Lungo è il tragitto ...’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Viaggiava per la terra …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a Small Venetian Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La veneta piazzetta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Lasciami andare ...’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Sulla riva del fiume …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Sole con luna …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Se desolato io cammino ...’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Nel chiuso lago …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woman in a Tram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna in tram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Sul campo aperto …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Imbruna l’aria …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;News of Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cronache di primavera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Forse sull’erba verde …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nelo Risi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Milan in 1920. A qualified doctor, but writer by vocation, he spent most of World War II in Russia, and was subsequently interned in Switzerland. His work concerns itself mainly with “the dilemma of the individual in an age of mass-consciousness.” Major works: &lt;em&gt;L’esperienza &lt;/em&gt;(1948); &lt;em&gt;Il mondo in una mano &lt;/em&gt;(1994).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mister Risi: The Poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il poeta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Risi’s Tautology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tautologia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Risi Says Muses Played Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le muse sono stanche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuseppe Ungaretti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Egypt, at Alexandria, in 1888; died in Milan in 1970. He served as an infantryman in World War I, an experience which confirmed him in his vocation as a poet. With Montale and Quasimodo, one of the “big three” of twentieth-century Italian poetry. Major work: &lt;em&gt;Vita d’un uomo &lt;/em&gt;(1969).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiet / Quietus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nostalgìa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Vigil of Ungaretti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veglia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agonia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ungaretti’s Drowned Port&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il Porto sepolto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leonardo Sinisgalli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Montemurro in 1908; died in Rome in 1981. His background in physics and graphic design led him to formulate a poetry of detached understatement, in opposition to the frenzied aesthetics of his contemporaries. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Cuore &lt;/em&gt;(1927); &lt;em&gt;18 Poesie &lt;/em&gt;(1935).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Children Tossing Red Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fanciulli battono le monete rosse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How Sr Sinisgalli Eyeballed the Muses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vidi le Muse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alfonso Gatto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Salerno in 1909; died in a road accident near Orbetello in 1976. He was imprisoned in Milan in 1934 for opposition to the Fascist regime, and was active in the Resistance during World War II, experiences which informed much of his later poetry. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Poesie &lt;/em&gt;(1941); &lt;em&gt;La madre e la morte &lt;/em&gt;(1960).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the Martyrs of Loreto Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Per i martiri di Piazzale Loreto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vittorio Sereni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Luino, Lago Maggiore, in 1913; died in Milan in 1983. Fought as an infantry officer in Greece and Sicily, where he was taken prisoner. His initial adherence to Hermeticism was succeeded by a more realistic approach to war and post-war austerity. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Diario d’Algeria &lt;/em&gt;(1947); &lt;em&gt;Stella variabile &lt;/em&gt;(1981).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vittorio Sereni’s First Night out from Athens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prima sera d’Atene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Airborne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non sa piú nulla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At Six in the Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le sei del mattino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vittorio Sereni and His Great Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il grande amico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camillo Sbarbaro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Santa Margherita, Liguria, in 1888; died at Spoleto in 1967. Generally seen as an adherent of the turn-of-the-century Crepuscular school, Sbarbaro’s melancholic self-absorption in fact has more in common with later poets of disillusionment such as Montale or Eliot. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Pianissimo &lt;/em&gt;(1914); &lt;em&gt;Rimanenze &lt;/em&gt;(1956).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now You Have Come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ora che sei venuta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La bambina che va sotto gli alberi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La bambina che va sotto gli alberi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luciano Erba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Milan in 1922. Scholar, translator and critic, Erba’s elaborately ironic undercutting of traditional poetic language and attitudes have helped him to build up a biting commentary on post-war Italian values. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Il prato più verde &lt;/em&gt;(1970); &lt;em&gt;Il nastro di Moebius &lt;/em&gt;(1980).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luciano Erba in Lombardo-Veneto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lombardo-Veneto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luciano Erba Entertaining Them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo svagato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario Luzi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Castello, near Florence, in 1914. An early exponent of the hermetic movement, whose motto “&lt;em&gt;letteratura come vita&lt;/em&gt;” [literature as life] dominated Italian literature in the 1930’s, his later work is less liable to assume the capacity of poetry to palliate suffering. Major works: &lt;em&gt;La barca &lt;/em&gt;(1935); &lt;em&gt;Tutte le poesie &lt;/em&gt;(1979).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario Luzi: But Where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma dove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario Luzi on Judging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il giudice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From (Mario Luzi) One to Another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’uno e l’altro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgio Orelli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Airolo in 1921. He studied Italian literature with Gianfranco Contini at Fribourg, then went to teach in Bellinzona, where he has been living since 1945. He is onsidered by many the greatest poet of Italian Switzerland. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Poesie &lt;/em&gt;(1953); &lt;em&gt;Sinopie &lt;/em&gt;(1977).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Trout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La trota&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elio Pagliarani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Viserba, near Rimini, in 1927. Teacher, editor, journalist, Pagliarini’s poetry attempts to replace the conventions of the Romantic lyric with a neo-realist but linguistically complex presentation of the lives of ordinary people. Major works: &lt;em&gt;La ragazza Carla e altre poesie &lt;/em&gt;(1962); &lt;em&gt;Lezione di fisica e fecaloro &lt;/em&gt;(1968).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;The Girl Carla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La ragazza Carla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucio Piccolo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born 1903 in Palermo. Died in 1969 at his Sicilian property at Capo d’Orlando. Like his more famous cousin Tomasi di Lampedusa, lived out of the mainstream of Italian cultural life. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Canti barocchi &lt;/em&gt;(1956); &lt;em&gt;Plumella &lt;/em&gt;(1967).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lucio Piccolo’s Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I giorni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eugenio Montale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Genoa in 1896; died in Milan in 1981. His poetry, perhaps the most influential in twentieth-century Italian literature, constantly circles back to his childhood on the coast of Liguria. Largely self-educated, he lost his job as an editor in 1938 as a result of anti-fascist opinions, and supported himself afterwards with occasional journalism and translation. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Ossi di seppia &lt;/em&gt;(1925); &lt;em&gt;Le occasioni &lt;/em&gt;(1939); &lt;em&gt;La bufera ed altro &lt;/em&gt;(1956); &lt;em&gt;Satura &lt;/em&gt;(1971).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Promenade by the Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lungomare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Portami il girasole ...’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intermezzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intermezzo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Customs Officers’ House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La casa dei doganieri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Eel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’anguilla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Un tempo …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’onore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I Began to Paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Quando cominciai a dipingere …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dopopioggia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heroism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’eroismo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading Cavafy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leggendo Cavafis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disguises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I travestimenti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un poeta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On The Lake Of Orta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sul lago d’Orta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In negativo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La cultura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a Northern City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In una città del nord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Inhuman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nel disumano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Dream, One of Many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un sogno, uno dei tanti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Woman from the Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quella del faro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From the Other Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dall’altra sponda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sulla spiaggia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Si aprono venature pericolose ...’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aspasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aspasia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Letter Not Sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una lettera che non fu spedita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Oltre il breve recinto …’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvatore Quasimodo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Born in Modica in 1901; died in Milan in 1968. His Nobel prize for literature in 1959 was awarded mainly for the wartime poems collected in &lt;em&gt;Giorno dopo giorno &lt;/em&gt;[Day after day] (1943-46), an advance on the austere Hermeticism of much of his early work. The life of the Sicilian countryside and the classical Mediterranean past are two interests which constantly resurface in his poetry. Major works: &lt;em&gt;Ed è subito sera&lt;/em&gt; (1943); &lt;em&gt;Tutte le poesie &lt;/em&gt;(1960).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Acque e terre (1920-1929)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your Dress is White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E la tua vesta è bianca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deadwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acquamorta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winter in the Old Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antico inverno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sorrow of Things I Don’t Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dolore di cose che ignoro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I morti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vicolo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refuge of the Birds of Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rifugio d’uccelli notturni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Òboe sommerso (1930-1932)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunken Oboe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Òboe sommerso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To My Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alla mia terra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of a Young Woman Lying Back among Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di fresca donna riversa in mezzo ai fiori&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lamentation of a Friar in an Icon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lamentazione d’un fraticello d’icona&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without Memory Of Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senza memoria di morte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prayer to the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preghiera alla pioggia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woods Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dormono selve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alla notte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Metamorphoses in the Saint’s Urn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metamorfosi nell’urna del santo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where the Dead Stand Open-Eyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dove morti stanno ad occhi aperti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’angelo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water Decomposes Dormice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’acqua infradicia ghiri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primo giorno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green Drift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verde deriva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Erato e Apòllion (1932-1936)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apollyon’s Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Canto di Apòllion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apollyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apòllion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dead Heron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airone morto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the Hill of the “Terre Bianche”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sui colle delle “Terre Bianche”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Your Light I am Wrecked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al tuo lume naufrago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insonnia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Often a Shoreline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sovente una riviera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ulysses’ Isle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isola di Ulisse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salt-Pan in Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salina d’inverno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sardinia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sardegna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Light of the Skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In luce di cieli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quarries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Latomìe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For My Mortal Smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Del mio odore di uomo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stranger City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Città straniera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Feeling of Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nel senso di morte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuove Poesie (1936-1942)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Magpie Laughs, Black in the Orange Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ride la gazza, nera sugli aranci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Street in Agrigentum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strada di Agrigentum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Gentle Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La dolce colline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are You up to, Shepherd of Air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Che vuoi, pastore d’aria?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before the Statue of Ilaria del Carretto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Davanti al simulacro d’llaria del Carretto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now Day Breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ora che sale il giorno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Rain is Already with Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Già la pioggia è con noi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Evening, the Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una sera, la neve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Piazza Fontana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Piazza Fontana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Tall Ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L’alto veliero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elegy for the Dancer Cumani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elegos per la danzatrice Cumani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delphic Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delfica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imitation of Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imitazione della gioia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moon Horses and Volcanoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cavalli di luna e di vulcani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once More a Green River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ancora un verde fiume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beach at St Antiochus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spiaggia a Sant’Antioco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Scrawny Flower is Already Flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Già vola il fiore maoro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Verging on Puberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inizio di pubertà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorno dopo giorno (1947)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking about Willow Branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alle fronde dei salici&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lettera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19 January 1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19 gennaio 1944&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day after Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giorno dopo giorno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhaps the Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forse il cuore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winter Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La notte d’inverno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Milan, August 1943&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milano, agosto 1943&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La muraglia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O My Sweet Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O miei dolci animali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Written Perhaps on a Tomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scritto forse su una tomba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pilgrim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A me pellegrino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From the Rock Fortress of Upper Bergamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalla rocca di Bergamo alta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beside the Adda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presso l’Adda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Have Heard the Sea Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S’ode ancora il mare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elegy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elegia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of Another Lazarus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di un altro Lazzaro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Crossing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il traghetto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your Silent Foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il tuo piede silenzioso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man of My Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uomo del mio tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La vita non è sogno (1946-1948)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lament for the South&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lamento per il Sud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Epitaph for Bice Donetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Epitaffio per Bice Donetti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colour of Rain and Iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colore di pioggia e di ferro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost a Madrigal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quasi un madrigale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Italy is My Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il mio paese è l’Italia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thànatos Athànatos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thànatos Athànatos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Il falso e vero verde (1949-1955)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dead Guitars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le morte chitarre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;False and True Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il falso e vero verde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a Distant City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In una città lontana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How Long a Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Che lunga notte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beyond the Waves of the Hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al di là delle onde delle colline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Near a Saracen Tower, for His Dead Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vicina a una torre saracena, per il fratello morto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laude, 29 April 1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laude, 29 Aprile 1945&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To a Poet Not Well Disposed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A un poeta nemico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La terra impareggiabile (1955-1958)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visible, Invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visibile, invisibile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Incomparable Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La terra impareggiabile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, the Twenty-First of March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oggi ventuno marzo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From Disfigured Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalla natura deforme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An Open Arc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un arco aperto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Copper Amphora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un’anfora di rame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Scaliger Tombs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le arche scaligere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In This City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In questa città&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once More about Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ancora dell’inferno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost an Epigram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quasi un epigramma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soldiers Crying in the Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I soldati piangono di notte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At Night on the Acropolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di notte sull’Acropoli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mycenae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Micene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Following the Alpheus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seguendo l’Alfeo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delphi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delfi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maratona&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minotaur at Knossos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minotauro a Cnosso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eleusis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleusi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the New Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alla nuova luna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An Answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una risposta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another Answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Altra risposta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inscription for the Partisans of Valenza 1957&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Epigrafe per i Partigiani di Valenza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dare e avere (1966&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Debit and Credit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare e avere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Varvàra Alexandrovna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Varvàra Alexandrovna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only If Love Stabs You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solo che amore ti colpisca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Night in September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una notte di settembre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Along the Isar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lungo l’Isar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From the Shores of Lake Balaton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalle rive del Balaton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tollbridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tollbridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Negro Church at Harlem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La chiesa dei negri ad Harlem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cape Caliakra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capo Caliakra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silence Does Not Mislead Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il silenzio non m’inganna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glendalough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glendalough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bowmen Of Tuscany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Balestrieri toscani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Chiswick Cemetery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nel cimitero di Chiswick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Maya at Mérida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Maya a Mérida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poesia d’amore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Have Lost Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non ho perduto nulla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Liguria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alla Liguria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Keep The World In Balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta un giorno a equilibrare il mondo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Have Flowers and by Night I Call on the Poplars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho fiori e di notte invito i pioppi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Writers Group&lt;br /&gt;6A Hastings Rd&lt;br /&gt;Mairangi Bay&lt;br /&gt;North Shore City 0630&lt;br /&gt;Auckland&lt;br /&gt;jack.ross@xtra.co.nz&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyTzonRampI/AAAAAAAAAUY/hNBB0rVqXs0/s1600-h/Campana+to+Montale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126490154916813458" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/RyTzonRampI/AAAAAAAAAUY/hNBB0rVqXs0/s320/Campana+to+Montale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews &amp;amp; Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;C. K. Stead. "I know what I’ll be reading this summer." &lt;em&gt;Sunday Star-Times&lt;/em&gt; (5/12/04): C8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For poetry I have the new Ken Smithyman, &lt;em&gt;Campana to Montale, Versions from the Italian&lt;/em&gt;, just published in a very nice edition by The Writer’s Group (6A Hastings Road, Mairangi Bay, Auckland 1311).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raewyn Alexander. &lt;em&gt;New Zealand Poetry Society Newsletter&lt;/em&gt; (February 2005) 4-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lovely to decide to understand another country’s poetry whether you know their language or not. Just as a person may step off a plane or boat abroad into unknown territory, Smithyman explored parallel realities on a page. Perhaps through each line, as one of Salvatore Quasimodo’s poems states so eloquently ‘...we seek a sign that will curve over life...’&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bernard Gadd. &lt;em&gt;Spin&lt;/em&gt; 49 (2005) 77-78.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hoping that this collection will revive kiwi poets’ interest in how fascinating, how sensuous, how deeply felt, how thoughtful poetry can be and how it can so satisfyingly combine the intensely personal with the world of people, creatures, forces beyond the individual.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nzepc.auckland.ac.nz/authors/green/smithyman.asp"&gt;Paula Green&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; 32 (2005) 108-12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smithyman moves across (&lt;em&gt;trans&lt;/em&gt;) the Great Divide from the sides (&lt;em&gt;lati&lt;/em&gt;) of Italian (well, English versions) to the sides of English, inserting his own signature and his personal ornaments, yet somehow his performance is animated by a strong allegiance to the original, not at all pious but certainly loyal. Smithyman’s versions represent a tender conversation with the Italian poems; like the iconic sunflower, Smithyman’s conversation is flawed yet, more significantly, is vital and transporting.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joe Wyllie. &lt;em&gt;Takahe&lt;/em&gt; 55 (2005): 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;With his formidable literary and language skills Jack Ross appears to have done a superb job of bringing this, supposedly the last of Smithyman’s posthumous works, to publication. For anyone with an interest in language, &lt;em&gt;Campana to Montale&lt;/em&gt; is a goldmine, as much, perhaps, for Ross’s contribution as for Smithyman’s.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s1600-h/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/SoIrhsBjqlI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Fk-E31WvFtw/s320/labyrinth+%28Indian%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901563532421714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6268545054780718655-7472678312408905580?l=hesiodic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/feeds/7472678312408905580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6268545054780718655&amp;postID=7472678312408905580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/7472678312408905580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268545054780718655/posts/default/7472678312408905580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/campana-to-montale-2004.html' title='Campana to Montale (2004)'/><author><name>Jack Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxbbz8pGaXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aFTQknvTl4/s400/Jack+Ross+(2002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl6uspGbNI/AAAAAAAAANY/OSOBLvMJLmc/s72-c/Campana+to+Montale+%282004%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268545054780718655.post-4671905687412587524</id><published>2007-10-20T16:47:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:02:51.236+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2004'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christine Cole-Catley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cape Catley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graeme Lay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Golden Weather (2004)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl6f8pGbMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xGPH33zoFr0/s1600-h/Golden+Weather+(2004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123260740383698114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dSZQ_FbAxSA/Rxl6f8pGbMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xGPH33zoFr0/s320/Golden+Weather+(2004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cover illustration: Tony Ogle / Cover design: Kate Greenaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Golden Weather: North Shore Writers Past and Present&lt;/em&gt;. Poems edited by Jack Ross / Prose edited by Graeme Lay. ISBN 0-908561-96-2. Auckland: Cape Catley, 2004. 244 pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/biographical.html"&gt;Contents:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;• Graeme Lay – Golden Weather: Prose Preface&lt;br /&gt;• Jack Ross – Pure Enterprise: The Poetry of the North Shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Mary Stanley – Householder&lt;br /&gt;• D’Arcy Cresswell – &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;Dear Lady Ginger&lt;br /&gt;• –– &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;The Forest&lt;br /&gt;• Stu Bagby – The Writing Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael King - The Harmony of the Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Castor Bay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Robin Hyde – &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;At Castor Bay&lt;br /&gt;• –– The Verb&lt;br /&gt;• Sam Hunt – At Castor Bay&lt;br /&gt;• Wystan Curnow – &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;Castor Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet Frame - &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;An Angel at my Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rangitoto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Charles Brasch – &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;Indirections&lt;br /&gt;• –– A View of Rangitoto&lt;br /&gt;• Keith Sinclair – The Bomb is Made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Bartlett - Rahopara Pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Duggan - A Small Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter. A. Smith - &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;1951&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devonport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Lee Dowrick – remember&lt;br /&gt;• A. R. D. Fairburn – Poem on the Advantages of Living at the Remuera End of the North Shore&lt;br /&gt;• Kevin Ireland – Anzac Day, Devonport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graeme Lay - The Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel Virtue - &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;The Transfiguration of Martha Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Mark Richards – Heading Home&lt;br /&gt;• Jacqueline Crompton Ottaway – ghost ships beckon&lt;br /&gt;• Jan Kemp – Sailing boats&lt;br /&gt;• Michele Leggott – Bean Rock &amp;amp; Mr Whistler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sargeson - &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;More Than Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sargeson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Maurice Duggan – Calling on F. S. (1945)&lt;br /&gt;• Riemke Ensing – lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;• Janet Charman – Courtney Love and ‘The Hole That Jack Dug’&lt;br /&gt;• Kevin Ireland – Ash Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sargeson - A Great Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fairburn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A. R. D. Fairburn – The Cave&lt;br /&gt;• A. R. D. Fairburn – La Belle Dame Sans Merci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. R. D. Fairburn - Letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• R. A. K. Mason – Old Memories of Earth&lt;br /&gt;• R. A. K. Mason – Sonnet to MacArthur’s Eyes&lt;br /&gt;• A. R. D. Fairburn – On R. A. K. Mason&lt;br /&gt;• Hone Tuwhare – Ron Mason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shonagh Koea - &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;Yet Another Ghastly Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ferry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• C. K. Stead – 1932 The Student&lt;br /&gt;• Michele Leggott – omphalos&lt;br /&gt;• –– &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;Girls With Roses Being Carried On Tables To The Inn&lt;br /&gt;• Bob Orr – Rimbaud’s Devonport Ferry&lt;br /&gt;• Kendrick Smithyman – Mr Moriarty and the Ferry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Ireland - My Late Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growing Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Stu Bagby – First Dance&lt;br /&gt;• Nick Williamson – Broken Light&lt;br /&gt;• Alice Hooton – Going Spare&lt;br /&gt;• Jacqueline Crompton Ottaway – At the top of the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Anderson - &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;All the Nice Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inhabitants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Kevin Ireland – An ode to social members&lt;br /&gt;• Alistair Paterson – &lt;em&gt;from &lt;/em&gt;Qu’appelle&lt;br /&gt;• Tony Green – Walking: 14 May 2002&lt;br /&gt;• Barry Southam – An Anzac Town like Ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad Taylor - &lt;em&gt;from &l
