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Respirator : Poetry by David Eggleton
Author: David Eggleton Publisher: Otago University Press
Bind: hardback
Dimensions: 170 x 220 mm
Pages: 192
Publication Date: 20-03-2023
‘The scope and invention of these poems is simply dazzling.’ – Anne Kennedy Respirator is a sumptuous celebration of David Eggleton’s tenure as the nation’s poet-at-large during his time as Aotearoa NZ Poet Laureate (2019–22). In this collection of probing, kaleidoscopic and richly sensuous poems, Eggleton explores how the social changes and upheavals of the past four extraordinary years manifested in Aotearoa New Zealand, from the impact of living through a pandemic to ecological concerns, technological changes, and shifting viewpoints about identity and global consumerism. Respirator stands as a powerful artistic record of an unprecedented historical moment. "Australia’s heat map in January glowed every which way, red, purple, black, and our skies were made yellow by trans-Tasman smoke, while scarcely less fraught were dog days of February, as arrivals drifted through airport duty-free, in a haze of competing perfume spritzes, and reports came of a strange virus out of Wuhan, pale horse and pale rider." — ‘R?hui: Lockdown Journal'
Author: David Eggleton Publisher: Otago University Press
Bind: hardback
Dimensions: 170 x 220 mm
Pages: 192
Publication Date: 20-03-2023
‘The scope and invention of these poems is simply dazzling.’ – Anne Kennedy Respirator is a sumptuous celebration of David Eggleton’s tenure as the nation’s poet-at-large during his time as Aotearoa NZ Poet Laureate (2019–22). In this collection of probing, kaleidoscopic and richly sensuous poems, Eggleton explores how the social changes and upheavals of the past four extraordinary years manifested in Aotearoa New Zealand, from the impact of living through a pandemic to ecological concerns, technological changes, and shifting viewpoints about identity and global consumerism. Respirator stands as a powerful artistic record of an unprecedented historical moment. "Australia’s heat map in January glowed every which way, red, purple, black, and our skies were made yellow by trans-Tasman smoke, while scarcely less fraught were dog days of February, as arrivals drifted through airport duty-free, in a haze of competing perfume spritzes, and reports came of a strange virus out of Wuhan, pale horse and pale rider." — ‘R?hui: Lockdown Journal'