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
About as far as we can go
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
Right then, dad, I have at last
set foot in Hobart,
strolled Salamanca Place.
You'd have
a proper cob on, seeing just
how swish it has become, so
Left Bank, arty-farty shops
and small cafés, young cappuccino'd
long-haireds planning how
to rescue rain forests. No
Ma Dwyer and her Blue House.
The Museum at Battery Point
displayed a photograph of a ship
you sailed, a tin-pot of a tub,
black-smoke funnel, straight-up prow.
At The Bavarian Tavern I read poems
about you. In a corner sat a me
some ten years on … beard, glasses
and the nose … except his name was Otto,
accent thick with flavours of a kind
— but who can tell? — impossible to us.
It was a moment, almost what
I'd come for, which was to meet
and greet the you-in-me, bosun,
in Salamanca Place.
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- Cutting the Clouds Towards , pp. 48Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 1999