In the first part of this book, her first since Time Zones (OUP, 1991), poet Fleur Adcock looks at some of her ancestors, from relatively recent figures struggling with hardship and family tragedies in 19th-century Manchester, through rural lives in Midlands villages, to a few prominent heroes and villains in Elizabethan and medieval times. In the second section she returns to more contemporary subjects, such as sex and dreaming--familiar topics of this unsettled but unsparing poet.
Fleur Adcock was a New Zealand poet and editor. Of English and Northern Irish ancestry, Adcock lived much of her life in England. She is well-represented in New Zealand poetry anthologies, was awarded an honorary doctorate of literature from Victoria University of Wellington, and was awarded an OBE in 1996 for her contribution to New Zealand literature. In 2008 she was made a Companion of the New Zealand Order of Merit, for services to literature.
A garland for Dame Propinquity, goddess of work-places, closed circles and small towns, who let our paths cross and our eyes meet so many times in the course of duty that we became each other's pleasure, and every humdrum encounter a thundering in the veins. We place at the hem of her fluted marble robe this swag of meadow flowers, picked nearby, as much a bribe as a thank-offering, asking her to smile on our extensions and elaborations of what she began.
And now, to be on the safe side, a recherché confection of orchids and newly hybridized lilies for her sister, Lady Novelty: not to leave us.
Oh f--- right off! Worst kind of establishment con. There's a special place in history's dustbins for poets who wrote odes to voting for Third Way neolib austerity/ Blair.