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Keston Sutherland. Mincemeat Seesaw.

A lengthy, considerate excourse of celebratory and passionate shrieks of desire all stuttered, all defecting, each time round complected with flatly uneven political wariness and by this ingress agonized. This is Sutherland's most intensely circumspect poetry, cracking up and down from freestyle verbal dextrousness to stuck and shut up. Ethical arousal, the erotics of pity and rage, a bullet of new cupidity.

1-903488-08-7. 1999. 48 pp. OUT OF PRINT

'rococo cutbacks and escape manoeuvres...' -Tim Morris in Jacket 8.

'These are lines to snort up a rolled-up fiver...' -Tony Lopez, Stand Spring 2000.

xxxxxxxit is a robust world, and such
a robust earth and not afire, pivoted
xxxxxxxnowhere to stare
out magnificently, and with a roaring glaze
xxxxxxxat daylight which robustly
inward cannot fall, nor ever shall my heart,

xxxxxxxit is too robust were a face
off either to trap in to pincer by, yet my own great
xxxxxxxdread should not ever fail, I have far
too nerve for this, it is yet ever rancid default
xxxxxxxintransigence and to floods out
far to cheapen real death even laced
xxxxxxxin brain with piss coke-mash not a word breaks
near to even against this I ever will
xxxxxxxpivot to stare and collide
with nothing afire, we must never triumph,
xxxxxxxyou must never either