If I were to make gauche generalisations about the poetics of MTC Cronin, Jordie Albiston, and Michael Farrell, I might respectively write conceptual, technical, and experimental. But these established poets – each in their fifties, highly regarded – display fluency with all these descriptors, especially in their latest books.
In God is Waiting in the World’s Yard, Cronin’s twentieth collection, contemporary gothic imagery is gruesomely and artfully tossed against the edges of its prose poems. Let’s talk about these edges. Other than the free-verse poem ‘Sitting Worldside’ on the first page (where we find a sleeping kitten), all of the poems on the left-hand side of this collection’s spine have a rusty right-ragged margin. These poems have different titles: ‘The Brunt of God’ or ‘God Has a Stroke’, etc. They are sometimes blackly comedic and present a ‘sociopathic god’, a flippant, lazy god, a ‘philanthropic eponym’, a reflection.