Kiss and TellWinner, Queensland Premier's Award for Poetry The challenge for readers of David P Reiter's work over the past 15 years has been trying to pin down his art and influences. Not an easy task. His imagination resists cultural razor wire by composing without a passport, accepting no subject as off-limits. And this multi-award winning author more often sets the trends these days rather than following them. He stubbornly clings to the view that poetry does have a future, and a bright one. Some of the new work here has been drawn from his forays into artforms such as "literary multimedia" where poetry - the most adaptable of literary forms - finds a new home. Whether in print, on CD, or the Internet, David P Reiter will continue to demand our close attention. |
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Merida Leather Shop | 38 |
The Bubblebath | 44 |
The Cave after Saltwater Tide | 51 |
la fleur de lâge | 64 |
Mr Flinders and the Aborigines | 135 |
Saturday Kingston Markets | 142 |
Phone Call Home | 148 |
At the Hotel Florida | 155 |
Pick a Fight with Maimonides | 161 |
Watered Down Wine | 167 |
Picasso under House Arrest | 174 |
Ghosts of the Castle at Calahorra | 183 |
Cemetery Circular Head | 71 |
Voices from the Flood of 94 | 78 |
The Cave after Saltwater Tide | 99 |
Nullarbor Song Cycle | 105 |
Dom Rosendo Salvado and the Bushfire | 112 |
Hemingway in Spain and Selected Poems | 118 |
Still Life Café Medici | 124 |
snake temple | 130 |
Mira a Miró | 191 |
Making Love as Best You Can | 197 |
Return to the Valle de los Caidos | 204 |
References | 252 |
Missing | 271 |
The Changeable | 285 |
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