An old art spreading rumours about / Paradise, it begs outside the gates / Of the gods: the active gods come out.

I started off in England and very few people knew I was Australian. I mean, the clues were in the poems, but they didn't read them very carefully, and so for years and years I was considered completely part of the English poetry scene.

An old art spreading rumours about / Paradise, it begs outside the gates / Of the gods: the active gods come out.

Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.

In other words the pictures are in a kind of relationship with each other which is touching only at points rather than pictures being illustrations of poems or poems extrapolations of the pictures.

I am moving deeper into my own brain.

I have no fondness for pure form at all.