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 Capital of  the minimal
R o b   A l l a n

from Karitane Postcards


Language’s plenitude and infinite regress
let’s talk poetry     the wind gusting
the children moving into the back section
- to build a hut Richard tells me
- he wants a perfect hut in the macrocarpas
what’s perfect – well there must be – he shouts
more than my word play this game I acquiesce
grace or gross egress of the language
losing or giving way – ace – says Richard
to an offer of roofing iron
to keep off rain     this shelter and all this time
claimed almost perfectly.   

[Karitane Postcards, Hazard Press, 1991]

©  Rob Allan 2004


Last updated 11 July, 2004