Well – I started writing – probably in the early 60s and by say ’65-’66 I had read most of the poetry that had been published – certainly in the 20 years prior to that.
Well I guess the plan was to write poetry and publish books and make a living from writing poetry. That was a pretty ambitious plan I guess.
Francis Webb is easily our greatest poet and one of the greatest poets in the world but he’s hardly ever mentioned.
I don’t know if younger poets read a lot of, you know, the poets – the established poets. There was a lot of pretty boring stuff to sort of put up with and to add to, to make something vital from.
There’s one of my new poems actually – is a good example of where my poetry has ended up. My earlier river poetry was more like a cross between Shelley and Dylan Thomas.
It’s just that if you’re not disruptive everything seems to be repeated endlessly – not so much the good things but the bland things – the ordinary things – the weaker things get repeated- the stronger things get suppressed and held down and hidden.