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
The Interview
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
So why bring all that up,
our terrible come-down
in the world? All
fiddle-faddle, ungenteel!
Times have changed,We don't have
as much faith in aspiration as you;
we want the struggle in the muck
that shows the Human Entity.
Port Sorell is best forgotten:
I don't want blather about fortitude,
even less about losing
my what, my downcast way!
Charles's fault! He had no form
with money, he overspent
building Springvale, was lucky
to be made Police Magistrate.
Charles was a good man.
You've read the Elegy I penned:
‘staunch comrades, true lovers,
side by side through sorrow, joy’?
Adab hand at failure; without you
and your pretensions where would he
have got? Those parliamentary bills
were your brainchildren.
That was later when we were Somebody.
Even my biographer talks
of Triumphant Years! Go to Triabunna,
listen to the bell. And when
you hear it, think kindly of my dear
lamented dead. And let it toll
for one hour at noon on the day
of my burial, whenever that may be.
As for the arrogance of hindsight, Mr Simpson …
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- Cutting the Clouds Towards , pp. 39 - 40Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 1999