Mary Cresswell. Field Notes. Submarine. Wellington: Mākaro Press, 2017. RRP $25. 68 pp.
Mary Cresswell decided ‘belatedly’ to describe her latest book as a ‘satiric miscellany, if that’s of any help’ – or so she tells me. Certainly we observe here the characteristic Cresswell fascination with strict forms:
double dactyls, sonnets, ballads, haiku dragged out of word clouds, ghazals, riffs on particular obsessions, homophonic word games, serious observations disguised as humour (and vice versa).Is there a larger set of concerns on display? Ecology, certainly; male arrogance, passim:
Come into my office, peasantWhy does that speech sound so strangely familiar to me? Perhaps because the realm of black humour and despair it inhabits is known to me as well – as in ‘The baggage pick-up at the end of the universe’:
he said, sit down sit down
I myself can sit down and grasp
the basic principles of whatever
pointme
elseward
passthe
hemlock
nomore
talking
(9-10/9/17)
Poetry New Zealand Yearbook 2018. ISBN 978-0-9941473-3-2 (March 2018): 332.
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Poetry NZ Yearbook 2017
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