New and Selected PoemsAcclaim for Salom's poetry- Sky Poems- there has been nothing quite like these poems in Australian poetry before ... Sky Poemsshould be read by anyone who cars for scope and scale in poetry, and who enjoys language at full stretch. Peter Porter The Projectionist- a richly fruitful experience - a voyage of poetic discovery. Bruce Beaver, Weekend Australian |
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... as perfect as perfect people ... Wrenched away from crutches , or their freakdom , lost now from their vengeful or neurotic drives — what will they make of us who kept them ? SKY CREATURES The Hermit Crab Its business - is business 104.
... as perfect as perfect people ... Wrenched away from crutches , or their freakdom , lost now from their vengeful or neurotic drives — what will they make of us who kept them ? SKY CREATURES The Hermit Crab Its business - is business 104.
Page 105
Philip Salom. SKY CREATURES The Hermit Crab Its business - is business . Despite the ocean going bankrupt this creature moves all day , in the shell of a glittering Mercedes . It eats new schemes from the portable phone , navigates until ...
Philip Salom. SKY CREATURES The Hermit Crab Its business - is business . Despite the ocean going bankrupt this creature moves all day , in the shell of a glittering Mercedes . It eats new schemes from the portable phone , navigates until ...
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... hermit crab . Square - shouldered coats , then a woman dressed in scraps of Pierre Cardin ( they cover her navel and cling to her right hip , her left breast , otherwise she's naked but she cat - walks and she's grand ) . Several of the ...
... hermit crab . Square - shouldered coats , then a woman dressed in scraps of Pierre Cardin ( they cover her navel and cling to her right hip , her left breast , otherwise she's naked but she cat - walks and she's grand ) . Several of the ...
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