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Another City single work   poetry   "We see us moving."
  • Author:agent M. T. C. Cronin http://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/cronin-m-t-c
Issue Details: First known date: 1994... 1994 Another City
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Publication Details of Only Known VersionEarliest 2 Known Versions of

  • Appears in:
    y separately published work icon ANU Reporter vol. 25 no. 19 23 November 1994 Z633426 1994 periodical issue 1994 pg. 10
  • Appears in:
    y separately published work icon Zoetrope : We See Us Moving M. T. C. Cronin , Wollongong : Five Islands Press , 1995 Z341304 1995 selected work poetry Wollongong : Five Islands Press , 1995 pg. 5
  • Appears in:
    y separately published work icon Calyx : 30 Contemporary Australian Poets Michael Brennan (editor), Peter Minter (editor), Sydney : Paper Bark Press , 2000 Z795277 2000 anthology poetry Sydney : Paper Bark Press , 2000 pg. 124
  • Appears in:
    y separately published work icon The World Last Night M. T. C. Cronin , St Lucia : University of Queensland Press , 2012 Z1910552 2012 selected work poetry 'With unmatched greenness the plot of earth holding the body stands out on the hillside.

    Most of the day's life is drawn there toward what's vanished into emptiness.

    the end of the world never changes - the last words from The Worlds Last Night, with no dot at the end. Yet the world of the end changes with every printed or erased line. There are no borders of inherited pain between the verses of this book, even when its sharp edge can let blood from your lines of life, Books are cursed to be archaeological artifacts only when they are about the ground - away from the worms of oblivion and the waiting hands of the clock. MTC Cronin's proems are soft as a stone that becomes sand in an hourglass, silent as a darkness in an empty suitcase. Her purified world of long-distance silence clear the dust from the human's distrust in all yesterdays, deaths and gods. Look at stone / if you wish to read the language of wind. Dreamy words carved in the air! Nikola Madzirov.' (Publisher's blurb)
    St Lucia : University of Queensland Press , 2012
    pg. 150
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