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John Gallas is a New Zealand poet who has 11 books with Carcanet and others with Cold Hub (NZ), Five Leaves, Agraphia Press and now Indigo Dreams.
He lives in Markfield, Leics., but returns home each year to
re-charge his soul.
Fellow of the English Association, librettist, St Magnus Festival poet, and Lincolnshire wanderer.
John recently completed John Clare’s walk from London to Northborough.
He has a well-pedalled bike.
138 x 216mm
£6.00 + P&P UK
PUB: 8th January 2018
Indigo Dreams Pamphlet Prize
‘The greatest New Zealand poet no one has ever heard of’
‘One of the UK’s most fascinating poets … hilarious’
‘A true non-belonger’
17 Very Pacific Poems
12. the Natural Kindness of Vanuatu
this enviable quality
inconceivable bloody turn of events
and the Trans-Siberian Railway.
Halo, says Prime Minister,
to which reply is
14. nice Smiling Dogs, near Pang Pang
was knitted by a kindly old Palm Tree
in a time
of universal love
it says here.
it is a hopelessly corrupted text,
who once was rabid,
hold it to be true,
for one of the dear little fellers
is wagging up the road
3. mighty Laufoli, his pit near Veli
Mighty Laufoli polished off
his own heroic life
(which was famously
luminous & fair)
by taking a running jump
at a fiery oven.
His mighty arms,
aclonk with shiny shells,
waved at the azure sky.
How many brightnesses is that?
His heart and toenails did not burn:
one is the scream of roosters,
the other the scuttle
of dead fronds.
4. Captain Cook lands briefly on a nice beach at Opaahi
Gentleman James jumped ashore.
He planted the Union Jack.
He brought some beads and a pruning saw
And a bottle of Armagnac.
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off! they cried
And threw a spear at his head.
The Ship went home on the following tide
And the Savages went to bed.