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Graham LindsayFriday 23 August 7.30-10pm once and for all |
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Graham Lindsay prods and plays with everyday expressions, taking them apart and reassembling them. Sceptical, probing, his poems twist and turn in search of definitions the poet already knows will only be temporary, inadequate solutions to the enigmas of existence. ( David Eggleton) Graham Lindsay was born in 1952 and brought up in Wellington and the Hawke’s Bay. He has spent time in various rural communities and communes, worked as a library assistant and driver in Dunedin, where the first drafts of his 1994 collection The Subject were written, and he now lives in Christchurch. He has published just six collections in twenty-five years – Thousand-Eyed Eel (Hawk Press, 1976), Public (1980), Big Boy (1986), Return to Earth (1991), The Subject (AUP, 1994) and Legend of the Cool Secret (Sudden Valley Press, 1999). His last AUP collection, The Subject, was very well received: "The Subject is a meditative kind of book; not showy, but cool and thoughtful, worrying away at the big epistemological questions in poem after poem." (Anne French, NZ Books). Excitingly, he has completed a new collection, which is scheduled for publication by Auckland University Press in 2003. Graham is a trained teacher. He has given a number of readings over the past 20 years. He has published widely in literary journals of all persuasions and himself founded and edited the literary journal Morepork 1979–80. His work is included in a variety of anthologies of New Zealand verse. lullaby glances through the fallow air down upon crater-moon belly. Pooh Bear Buddha at the bedclothes' mouth till the homecome one unwinds A smile floats is the baby Jesus. had you just come in bells ringing in a cloudbreak where Jan and his mates have committed just Bess. Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm. cats no longer here, who aren't either. Up in the sky over the wet arms about each other eyes overflowing with a love than for either a heaven over theirs, or for offspring. for grandchildren holding nothing back. baby, sitting on a tree? counting up to three. who's the little boy? he's our pride and joy
© Graham Lindsay
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