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To Loneliness! — Stanzas 103 to 108
Res Publica, Book One, Canto the Second In which our narrator muses about what it means to be a writer in New Zealand . . . 103. A brief aside: I’m hungry and tired. The following lines may have to … Continue reading
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On J-Lo’s Ass and Julia’s Breasts — Stanzas 92 to 97
Res Publica, Book One, Canto the Second 92. ‘A cold?’ I asked, as we ascended toward some beastly clouds, their fattened, beat-up faces, swollen, blackened eyes and puce contusions blended in each enormous, lumpish head. ‘No. Just allergies,’ she said. … Continue reading
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NZ Poetry Day: Lines from Res Publica, Book One
The narrator in this scene is hiding out at writer Frank Sargeson’s bach in Takapuna, on Auckland’s North Shore. As he writes his epic story, he takes a moment to contemplate New Zealand’s literature. Lines from Res Publica, Book One … Continue reading
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