Author(s): Kevin Ireland

World poetry

Kevin IrelandÃÂâÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs sixteenth book of poems takes a wry, comic-serious look at the glorious ways we fritter away our days. It opens with reflections on airports ÃÂâÃÂÃÂÃÂàthose necessary yet infuriating hijackers of our time and patience ÃÂâÃÂÃÂÃÂàthen returns home again to puzzle at, satirise and celebrate the intricate and devious manner in which we fill our minds, hopes and activities with rich delays, breathless foolishness and gorgeous squanderings. As Ireland puts it: From the first moment of forgetfulness to the final going down of whatever it was, thereÃÂâÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs nothing but talk and wine and books and food. Life is enriched by indolence. I think of things not done as buried treasure.