Has there been an Australian poet as troubadourish and piratical as Duncan Hose? The work is a response to an imaginary Auden’s (or someone’s) pronouncement that poetry be playful or drunken speech, linguistically badly behaved – more sweet-sounding than anything I can think of in Australian English.
'‘HELLO FAERE CUNTIES!’ we are hailed in the opening lines of this rough-and-tumble volume, which swings between the campy and the choleric, the vatic and the venereal. The voice is sometimes that of a feral troubadour with pretensions to the lordly libertinism of Rochester (that ‘witty equivoque’):...' (Introduction)
'‘HELLO FAERE CUNTIES!’ we are hailed in the opening lines of this rough-and-tumble volume, which swings between the campy and the choleric, the vatic and the venereal. The voice is sometimes that of a feral troubadour with pretensions to the lordly libertinism of Rochester (that ‘witty equivoque’):...' (Introduction)
