Alan Kenneth Redman
US Sailors on Furlough

1 December 2009
Here salute the roaming stars and stripes,

here we admit we, too, are implicated

(so galling) in this?

                         She'll be right types

may have no doubts which need be placated,

but we must feel there is something amiss

with the history & circumstance bit;

which, of itself, cannot explain this.

Our abject fawning, we mean. It

is a given.

             We, of course, deplore

lapses―but theirs, when you come to it,

are those of gods! A shared past, en rapport…

That seems only partly adequate

the longer we ruminate. That contrary

our claims won't matter one shit more%0
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Alan Kenneth Redman

About Alan Kenneth Redman


Born at Scone NSW; raised western Sydney; educated UNSW but did not graduate. Read a lot – and, eventually, wrote a lot too. While he endured a succession of Old Jobs/Old Horrors: as a Tax Clerk he once prepared peoples’ final returns, from July first to their date of death; as kitchen hand, Opera House, he was very nearly locked in the walk-in deep freezer (see the ice-carving chef’s bunny rabbit, dolphin, et Al). Born under a bad sign he ends up being sectioned twice, club Lindsay Madew, Hornsby District Hospital, and RPAH MHU. At present he lives in Sydney right on the dividing line between Redfern and Waterloo. A 53yo, fit single, who cooks, cleans, shops; whose current read is Gissing’s ‘New Grub Street’.



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