Puncher & Wattmann
by Meredith Wattison
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‘the eagle, canopic on tar,
atop kangaroo smear,
thrown furred corsets of white bone,
confetti of road crows chroming a black storm’
– this is inventive, musical and harsh, accurate and rich, with a vein of visionary dream, which I like." The landscape of feral goats, idiosyncratic human markers, failed fences, becomes the distorted and detail-selective realm of memory. It was written in 2009, when the poet's father began to lose his memory; it is an exploration of oral tradition, the stuff of generational infamy, the coming, by ship in 1855, to Australia . ‘That sick green sea/carrying/the little stone/to the orange square…