“We are confronted by particulars, falling one after another. A poetry of particulars. Of remembered things, uncertain why they are being remembered. Doubtful.”
—
Ken Taylor, “1. Nostalgia, Minutiae & a Search”, Australian Poetry Library
still keep / small ends of wire, / copper wire / found / snipped and / scattered near the / base of poles, / copper wire, / to be wound / for something, / brass wire to go into / tins of cigarettes, / tobacco, / with names / slightly rusted and / pictures of / Empire, / eight gauge wire / bent / for rabbit skins, / twelve gauge wire in circles / because it coils in circles
— Ken Taylor, “At Valentine’s — part one”

















