Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Content
- Preface
- Foreword By John Lucas
- Prologue
- To Tasmania with Mrs Meredith
- On the Right Side of the Earth
- We meet at last
- I've been wanting to ask …
- Dear Mr Simpson
- Taking things in
- A Bummer
- Swanport
- And for the Record
- Fax from Launceston to Michael
- A Hasty Rejoinder
- Something you can't deny
- The Interview
- In Mount Field National Park
- News of a Death
- On the Answering Machine
- In Flowerdale
- Hadn't we the Gaiety?
- About as far as we can go
- Your art Mrs Meredith
- The Princess Theatre, Launceston, 18th October, 1995
- Threads
- Journal entry for Tuesday, 31st Oct.
- Dangerous I know
- A Poem for Wybalenna Chapel
- Making an Exhibition
- A Last Glimpse
- Epilogue
- Melbourne Central Cemetery
- Select Bibliography
Journal entry for Tuesday, 31st Oct.
from On the Right Side of the Earth
- Frontmatter
- Content
- Preface
- Foreword By John Lucas
- Prologue
- To Tasmania with Mrs Meredith
- On the Right Side of the Earth
- We meet at last
- I've been wanting to ask …
- Dear Mr Simpson
- Taking things in
- A Bummer
- Swanport
- And for the Record
- Fax from Launceston to Michael
- A Hasty Rejoinder
- Something you can't deny
- The Interview
- In Mount Field National Park
- News of a Death
- On the Answering Machine
- In Flowerdale
- Hadn't we the Gaiety?
- About as far as we can go
- Your art Mrs Meredith
- The Princess Theatre, Launceston, 18th October, 1995
- Threads
- Journal entry for Tuesday, 31st Oct.
- Dangerous I know
- A Poem for Wybalenna Chapel
- Making an Exhibition
- A Last Glimpse
- Epilogue
- Melbourne Central Cemetery
- Select Bibliography
Summary
Up at 7.30. Shower. Why haven't I thought of the cottage as being like a sailing ship before? Inside's like cabins, pannelled white. Heaviest load of washing yet! Wrote to John. Out at half-past-ten in sun to post letters and stock up at the supermarket. Met Louise (Andrew's Louise). Then back again to read Patricia's Wybalenna before popping into town for aerogrammes. Lunch at Pierre's (smoked salmon cornets) when who walks in but Patricia and a young-woman-with-problems (squirming to be out of there, stiffening her face). Waldorf salad. P. likes the poems about Louisa Anne, so does her psychiatrist husband Eric. We talk of murders on the island. There's been one recently. Girl on a beach. Went to Museum, saw Kaye, photocopied the Grimshaw talk on Mrs M. Letter from John, card from Michael. Back to the cottage, finished Wybalenna, wrote to Bruce, then tried the Flinders Island poem. Felt strangely weepy. Whisky last night? Coming down to earth after the Grand Tour of the island? M. in Berlin and on the phone about her mother? First homesickness? Or realisation that the wind-up to the residency's begun? Yes, all of these. Dimitris phoned: come to Melbourne earlier! Day's simply disappeared. Time accelerating now. At 9.30 p.m. a drunken Canadian knocks and asks directions to Bald Hill, can of lager buckled in his fist. Wrote Hobart poem — and this — in bed. Eleven o'clock.
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- Cutting the Clouds Towards , pp. 54Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 1999