Orchids for the Orchid Room. November 19, 2010 would have been the 47th birthday of the great Australian poet Paul Squires who left us so suddenly in July of this year. The poem below revels in the interconnected, bloggy-thingyness of Paul’s creativity: words, links, sounds, performance. Vintage Paul. Gingatao.
December 7, 2009 at 6:46 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 19 Comments
Tags: 20 min exercise, australian sentences, centrepiece, rules suck
If I want to I shall write a life-times worth of poems about dogs and love, frogs and fish and how amazingly beautiful my wife is. In Australian pubs we used to turn the empty glass upside down and slam it on the bar. In the bad old days, that was, now of course we politely request a quick phone call to our lawyer.
It’s a hard life being famous and poor, I tell ya.