Ken Bolton
Ken Bolton has published many books, the most recent being Lonnie's Lament (Wakefield Press, earlier this year). Forthcoming in 2018 are Starting At Basheer's (from Vagabond Press in Sydney) and Species Of Spaces (from Shearsman Books in the UK).
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A TRAVELIN' MAN all afternoon in a car parked at the ferry wharf Pam Brown At the beginning of Laurie's Crab & Winkle the quote, I note, is the Shangri-las the word "rumori" is in there too faint echoes of Australia as he begins to settle in begins determinedly (their possessions as Laurie says —their "worldly goods"— "still somewhere in the Indian ocean") He & Rosemary, landed in Kent, Canterbury where Rosemary will take up her job, in law, professoring So Sasha, Denis Pam & I, Alan, others, ghost in & out of the early pages Laurie still half in Australia Australia, functioning maybe, as a reference point, a measure ('imperial', the empire come back to verify things via pop songs via sensible or far-fetched ambitions (Sasha)— till Laurie, I expect —till Laurie as he must expect or anticipate— begins to feel on-the-pace less foreign 'here' ('Here'?) ("Here" being ''there", (Kent) (England) (London) as he will & did # as he would & has? # Published now eight years —the record of a year settling in, some time spent setting & designing— Crab & Winkle must have been written ten or more years ago now he might allow his mind to drift south again, as they prepare to leave for Sydney, I think —tho a year or two away. Here he'll miss them, might be missing them now already the mind, as it will, ahead of itself. Mine always is. Who can live 'in the moment'? # Not me. "No time!" ha ha ha # I'm reading for the first time Under Western Eyes no I'm not—I'm reading Heart Of Darkness # the early pages set maybe close to Kent evocative of a serene mildness # & Johnson's Lives Of The Poets which is amusing & intelligent (tho who needs me to remark it?) some of the lives & their passions reminding of literary figures still current maybe 'perennial' these acts & motivations —& Tim Wright's small collection lines & phrases in it that I love am drawn to that I can maybe draw heat from I am situated in or between Laurie's last decade Conrad's what? 1890s? Tim (in Melbourne, now more or less) Pam Brown & me & Cath (—now definitely—& currently on Bruny Island), & Johnson's eighteenth century & sure, generalising, imperial latinity & secure English good sense (Get the picture?) (to quote Laurie Duggan & 'Shadow' Morton) Sasha —the editor, & sole writer, of The Only Sensible News— whose project was the resurrection of Harry Hooton And now a younger friend of Pam's —Pam was closer than us to Sasha— has gone into bat for him. Harry Hooton. I thought Hooton was an awful poet. Which I told Sasha. # timor mortis conturbat me, Laurie quotes, recalling John Forbes occasioned by a high voltage warning Laurie sees on the side of a generator. Thinking, I suppose, Here I am in England, where John went before me the strangeness of it # Will this continue, as a line by line commentary on Laurie's poem? Not the worst thing one could do. # Tho I'd soon catch him up —he already having done the hard thinking— the heavy lifting, in John's phrase & then where would I be? here? there? "footsteps in the courtyard the rattle of leaves on the path" (Womack & Womack) "In the offing the sea & sky welded together without a joint" & "A haze rested on the low shores that ran out to sea in vanishing flatness" "What greatness had not floated on the ebb of that river into the mystery of 'an unknown earth!' & so on Hmm, I should quote Sam & Tim & perhaps I will inevitable? irresistible? a bad idea? (but 'none the less'?) at the cafe past the turn-off to Adventure Bay on the way to Alonnah with Cath she reading Zadie Smith which I'll read after her I read Crab & Winkle. At first —for a moment—the shop seems too crowded: tourists—New Zealanders, Aussies, some Singaporeans the owner very talkative so it is very noisy. But where else to go on an island? So we stay there is somewhere else to go because the crowd moves on & we sit & read & write exchange remarks then 'go'— to buy petrol, groceries, have a walk on the beach 'Adventure Bay' tho the bay, the beach, live up to it the automatic thought: what can Cook & Co have made of it all those years ago? idyllic? the berry farm is shut contrary to its advertisement pale blue, silvery, the sands white as I have ever seen them our prints the first today, aside from those of a dog & numerous small birds # two plovers, a dotterel a pacific gull (a 'dominican') # see Ian & Lorraine in the afternoon see Dan & Sophie that night Three days later, a trip to Adventure Bay, again for groceries— a trip for promised meals, with Ian & Lorraine, & Pat & Chris the next few days. "No nice milk," so Cath rings Lorraine (just, at that moment, at the checkout in Kingston). Lorraine will bring us some tonight. A walk on the beach near the berry farm ("closed till October") tourists photographing each other on the rocks before the swell of incoming waves & the enormous panorama— that says 'Endless space', 'time' & 'miles away'. Cath goes for a skinny dip at the other end, the water invigorating & cold. Small puffins & large gulls gathered near by, keeping thirty metres' distance from us as we move down the beach. Cath has seen the eagle this morning, a sea eagle, perched in a large tree in the neighbour's yard. I see it too. (Gabe's idea of Cath's motto—"I've seen an eagle" & "I'm going in"—proved true.) I take some photos for Cath. They resemble Richard Hamilton's of Marilyn—tho of course the special virtue of those was to have her resemble every woman In That Same Situation: full of enjoyment, endorsed, & communicating these things, their smile addressed not to the camera but the person behind it. These photos verify that Cath did, in fact, go in. Zadie Smith. I finish Heart Of Darkness: a mess finally. As Conrad must surely have known. I haven't read much of him for forty years now, except for The Nigger Of The Narcissus a year or two back. Also impossible.) Should I read more? Nostromo? Lord Jim? For now, tho, Zadie, The Autograph Man. Three years back I read NW & liked it very much. We go home, rest & cook. Lorraine & Ian show up early. After an exhausting day on the mainland, seeing to various things. They have disinterred, from years in storage, a standard lamp that we can use. They leave. (No dinner tonight.) And we go squidding at Lunawanna—return for late tea. # Once or twice a day the phone pings, telling us of photos arriving, of the grandchildren in Adelaide—Noah mooning in the parking lot of Marion shopping centre, Gabe looking on, Max, a small general or fearless merchant banker—a 'commando' merchant banker perhaps—short videos of him learning words from Anna. Say "garden," Max. Max, say "cat". I must remember that I want to end with Tim's "I move thru the traffic like a pin." Tho, why do I like it?—Tho I know I do. # Pat & Chris for a day or two, then the drive back with them— ferry (abjure cheese shop—no time!) & prep for dinner that night at their place, Olga & Paul coming. # We go on an amusing op-shop crawl, with Chris, the next day. Pat stays home to prepare his Spanish for an end-of-day weekly tutorial. Chris phones from just up the street—she has gone for vegetables—telling us to come out & see the spectacular sky. We set off with Pat in the lead, see the fabulous sky—whorls of red, Altdorfery clouds against beautiful bruised, plum-blue background cloud & patches of silver & moonstone grey. Call into Betts Gallery on the way back & see the paintings there. A designer's take on the possibilities of various modes of representation, contrasted together: scumbled expressionist paint used representationally over mirror-enamel surfaces & offset against geometric abstraction, bits of stencilled nineteenth-century drawing or cartoon. Salle-meets-Patrick Caulfield-meets- Gordon Bennett, pop art & Rauschenberg distantly behind it. His earlier work reminded of Stephen Bram schooled on Kenneth Noland. # "I glide thru the traffic like a pin"
Ken Bolton has published many books, the most recent being Lonnie's Lament (Wakefield Press, earlier this year). Forthcoming in 2018 are Starting At Basheer's (from Vagabond Press in Sydney) and Species Of Spaces (from Shearsman Books in the UK).
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