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But desire is foolish / In the face of fate. / Yet the blindest / Are sons of gods.
Hölderlin
Flying crow-wise over Germany to Russia, we have
set down in a hangar. The children stare at us.
Our persecution is a memory. I’m curious to know,
now we fly from land to land seeking comfort,
what it takes to cure lack once and for all.
Coveting, they say, is the chief antagonist
to any blooming of the heart’s contentedness –
It's not cynical to be wary
Of what comes next.
It’s life’s lesson
Engorged by the media
That small treasures – a leaf, a love –
Are flamed by match or missile,
Destined to be memories.
Stressing the Modern: Cultural politics in Australian women's poetry by Ann Vickery
by Jennifer Strauss •
The Failure of Poetry, The Promise of Language by Laura (Riding) Jackson, edited by John Nolan
by Chris Wallace-Crabbe •
The Formalesque: A guide to Modern Art and its History by Bernard Smith
by Luke Morgan •
Turner to Monet: The triumph of landscape painting edited by Christine Dixon
by Mary Eagle •