March 03, 2013

An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow

The end of the first verse from Murray's poem: "There's a fellow crying in Martin Place. They can't stop him." (quoted in a recent LRB, I think) — so evocative, so much more concentrated and powerful than the rest of the poem that follows. He should have stopped right there, left the mystery alone…

(Martin Place for me is one of those strong place memories, a terribly ordinary place architecturally and geographically, but one I can nevertheless turn over and haunt intimately in my mind even at this distance, a place I seem to find myself in multiple times every time I'm in Sydney (and often when I'm not), a place surprisingly associated in one way or another with so much of my inner-city life there).

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