{"product_id":"brick-through-the-window-poems-trevor-poulton-9781986991797","title":"Brick Through The Window (Poems from the 1990s)","description":"(If residing in Australia purchase at www.amazon.com.au) The poems were written by Trevor Poulton during the 1990s. They were rediscovered by the writer in a medium-light cardboard storage box in a garage at the base of Mt Dandenong, Victoria in March 2018. The book additionally includes Aphorisms written by the writer between 2011 and 2023. The themes include the environment, crime and policing, war, \"\u003ci\u003eCorrectspeak\u003c\/i\u003e\" and relationships. The writing is concise with striking imagery. The following are samples of the Trevor Poulton's 77 poems. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eSCULPTURE OF IDEAL\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eA sculptress deciphers white from true white\u003cbr\u003ein a rough-hewn limestone block.\u003cbr\u003eWith fall of fragments, a bulbous woman\u003cbr\u003edisrobes. Rubenesque thighs, reclining\u003cbr\u003evoluptuously between gum trees\u003cbr\u003ewithin hand's reach of tools\u003cbr\u003eto smooth her hair.\u003cbr\u003eSurfeiting on H2O and stone, \u003cbr\u003eshe's a rock eater\u003cbr\u003ebrimming with whiteness. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eContrasts with her maker -\u003cbr\u003epetite, vulnerable. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eThis other side of art\u003cbr\u003ehas absorbed the grief of stone, \u003cbr\u003eascends the rubble of falling men ... \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003efalling, falling, I am falling \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eSEARCHING FOR A HIT \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eWe are a factory of nerves\u003cbr\u003ebetween street lamps and the moon. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eHit from behind\u003cbr\u003ewe stagger to our rooms. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eMemories flush red on a pillow.\u003cbr\u003ePain stops the clock. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eThe time has come\u003cbr\u003eto remake our broken world. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eDRIVING ME MAD (ADDICTION)\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eMindlessly I drive streets\u003cbr\u003eto where they want to go.\u003cbr\u003eMy car is my body.\u003cbr\u003eWe acknowledge stop signs\u003cbr\u003eargue with traffic lights\u003cbr\u003ecircle around the sun\u003cbr\u003emap power lines.\u003cbr\u003eThe car is my hit\u003cbr\u003eand I am its day\u003cbr\u003ewe are in tune\u003cbr\u003ethe radio doesn't talk back. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eI am the wavy line\u003cbr\u003ebehind the steering wheel\u003cbr\u003ethat needles the car\u003cbr\u003ein multiple directions.\u003cbr\u003eThe motor doesn't care\u003cbr\u003eas long as it's churning\u003cbr\u003eand the seat doesn't care\u003cbr\u003eas long as it's occupied.\u003cbr\u003eI am a particle of tiredness\u003cbr\u003eshooting thru a gallery of streets\u003cbr\u003emy mind flat as a blown out tyre \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eyet the car stays in \u003ci\u003eDrive\u003c\/i\u003e. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eHOUSE FOR SALE IN CASTLEMAINE\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eGold rings threaded\u003cbr\u003ethrough a wing of your nose, \u003cbr\u003ematted hair, city mouth, \u003cbr\u003emassaged by an estate agent\u003cbr\u003emarrying you to a house.\u003cbr\u003eGarden encircled with granite, \u003cbr\u003eirises plunging in and out of dirt, \u003cbr\u003econifers saluting a corrugated roof. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eClimbing into the nucleus of a magnolia\u003cbr\u003edown its stem and you're inside\u003cbr\u003ethe house laid in stone.\u003cbr\u003eHollows in walls where spiders camp, \u003cbr\u003efloor-boarded railway tracks\u003cbr\u003estopping at all rooms. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eA miner's cottage on an era of land.\u003cbr\u003eMany lived here before\u003cbr\u003emaking love in cooking smells, \u003cbr\u003ebrushing hair back into mirrors. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eYou wander about in striped stockings, \u003cbr\u003ethe rising damp of your flesh\u003cbr\u003esticking to stone walls as an offering. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eS\u003c\/b\u003eO\u003ci\u003eU\u003c\/i\u003eLD! \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eYou are the new proprietor\u003cbr\u003ethe cottage windows\u003cbr\u003ehad been looking for. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e(Trevor Poulton) \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eTrevor Poulton lives in Melbourne, Australia. He was publisher of the regional weekly newspaper, \u003ci\u003eThe Central Victorian News \u0026amp; Review\u003c\/i\u003e. He was admitted to the Supreme Court of Victoria as a Barrister and Solicitor in 2002 and practices as a generalist. He has played significant roles in forest campaigns during the 2000s. Several of his poems have been published in Redoubt, Verandah, On the Page, and the like. Several were read on invitation to two Melbourne Writers Festivals. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003epoulton@labyrinth.net.au\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/b\u003e Trevor Poulton\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eISBN-10:\u003c\/b\u003e 1986991792\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eISBN-13:\u003c\/b\u003e 9781986991797\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublisher:\u003c\/b\u003e Createspace Independent Publishing Platform\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage:\u003c\/b\u003e English\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublished:\u003c\/b\u003e 05\/15\/2018\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePages:\u003c\/b\u003e 118\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat:\u003c\/b\u003e Paperback\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWeight:\u003c\/b\u003e 0.30lbs\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSize:\u003c\/b\u003e 8.00h x 5.00w x 0.28d","brand":"Trevor Poulton","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":48850584797439,"sku":"9781986991797","price":9.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/www.whiterainbookhouse.com\/products\/brick-through-the-window-poems-trevor-poulton-9781986991797","provider":"WR Book House","version":"1.0","type":"link"}