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How to Survive the Morning Ireland, Kevin This is Kevin Ireland’s 17th book of poetry. There are conversations with the neighbours, thoughts on the weather, birthdays, writers and writing, dreams, milking a cow, the Treaty of Waitangi — then the book ends abruptly with first reactions to the sudden death of his wife. Reviews of Ireland’s verse tend to mention his spare and witty style, his resolute minimalism, his regular use of imagery and extended metaphors, his carefully patterned forms and recurring themes of love. In interviews he characterises himself as a fossil; a lyricist of ‘the Glover, Fairburn, Mason tradition that he feels is now decidedly old hat’; part of a generation with an ‘anxiety about identity’ obsessed ‘with what it meant to be New Zealanders’. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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