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For Crying Out Loud
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ISBN: 978 0 192827 89 0
Published: September 1999
215 x 135 x 6 mm
Publisher: Carcanet Press
In his two previous collections - The Amorous Cannibal (1985) and I'm Deadly Serious (1988) - Chris Wallace-Crabbe displayed his distinctive gifts. His poems are remarkable for bringing together opposites: European erudition blends with a vigorous delight in the newer cultures, both of America, and of his home country, Australia. For Crying Out Loud has a darker side, as the poet struggles to come to terms with the death of a grown-up son.
Praise for Chris Wallace-Crabbe 'A witty, endearingly slangy, yet unostentatiously philosophical Australian poet'.
Times Literary Supplement 'His allies are words and he uses them with the care of a surgeon and the flair of a conjuror.'
Peter Porter 'Wallace-Crabbe engages the most serious subjects in a frame of mind at once vulnerable and humorous. His personae may be shackled to the mast of slang, conceit, and bathos, but the song of the Siren is nevertheless nobly clear in these poems.'
Mary Kinzie, Poetry (Chicago) 'There is certainly an immense and joyous energy in the book and it mixes intellectual experience of excitement and doubt with personal experience of exaltation tinged by reminders.. of mortalily.'
Martin Duwell, The Australian '...in his valuing of both the aesthetic and the ordinary as the realms of humanity, he always reminds us - despite what the end has to offer us all - of a different kind of weather, one where, even as darkness is falling, ''the lit clouds yet / sail sweetly over us / inhabiting a daylight of their own''.'
David McCooey, Sydney Morning Herald '...in his valuing of both the aesthetic and the ordinary as the realms of humanity, he always reminds us - despite what the end has to offer us all - of a different kind of weather, one where, even as darkness is falling, ''the lit clouds yet / sail sweetly over us / inhabiting a daylight of their own''.'
David McCooey, Sydney Morning Herald
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