Publication and evaporation
A few of the usual suspects gathered at Ye Olde Boozer last Thursday night to celebrate the appearance of Jack Ross's chapbook Papyri: Love poems and fragments from Sappho and elsewhere. Papyri is the latest publication from Soapbox Press, an oufit founded earlier this year by Michael Steven. Michael is often described (by my girlfriend, anyway) as the handsomest man on the Auckland literary scene, and the lovingly designed, limited edition volumes the small press in the cellar of his Western Springs home creaks out are fairly handsome, as well. Papyri is dedicated to Jack's lovely fiance Bronwyn, and its poems are a noticeable departure from the dark fare of most of his earlier books:
Some say the finest sight
on this black earth is men on horses
others foot-soldiers others
fleets of ships I say
it's the one you love
Is it the influence of Bronwyn, or Sappho, or both? You can contact Soapbox Press via Michael's blog.
A darkly comic aspect of the evening was the disappearance of Richard Taylor. Richard had been warned by doctors that if he resumed boozing he would contract soft focus syndrome and that, if he persisted beyond the magical eight pint mark, he might begin to evaporate. As you can see (or not see), the warnings went unheeded. I hope Richard has climbed back on the wagon and recovered his corporeal form. On the other hand, invisibility might help him to slip past that grumpy bouncer at the Panmure Tavern... 'Feel a bit funny...might need another beer eh?'
'Hey, what's happening to my aaaarm?!'
Is this man a pretty boy? (Send answers in red lipstick on a piece of lingerie, please.)