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Salient the Septuagenarian

From nineteen thirty eight when you were born
out of the mulch of pinus radiata drawn,
your pages clean and crisp, yet to be torn.

Hard press machines, the scent of ink
Get your monthly copy in,
Printers deadlines, censorship.

Fat Freddy stalked your pages in the 70’s
alongside tips on bombs, concern for trees,
Mao Tse Tung, and nuclear freeze.

Brunswick found his glory here.
Anarchists, you filled with fear.
Even good in Eastside with a beer.

Hate mail from Chinese,
Critical Critic bought us to our knees
To my heart you hold the keys.

Till twenty oh eight we find you here,
the magazine you still once were.

Toilet paper, bible, accelerant,
you are still salient.

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The editor of this fine rag for 2009.

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  1. Brunswick says:

    Oh, great… now I’m in a poem.

  2. Rick Wood says:

    Sigh, memories, memories – your Salient mention of toilet paper reminds me that the toilet paper in the Student Union back in the 70’s bore a remarkable resemblance to newsprint – actually it was better paper than Salient, it was glossy on one side! Many a letter of complaint was written to Salient re this so called toilet paper. It didn’t have any printing on it, but the general opinion seemed to be that it was at least an equal read to some of the Salient articles of the time. Once used, it bore an uncanny resemblance to the stuff pouring forth from your interviewee, Roger Steele re the Trotskyites.

  3. jollygrin says:

    Ha ha you should ask Bill Manhire to give you a lesson so you can learn to write.

  4. Kerry says:

    Mayb prose would be a better style to stick to, J.

    Or Laura could proof-read your work?
    She’s got a pretty good rep for accurate grammar.. (*hug* if you’re lurking, L! )

  5. Jackson Wood says:

    Or I could just go ahead and re-take standard three English…
    Slow down when I start writing stuff, and proof read it… hmmmm
    Anyone want to tutor me? I’ll pay you in carbon credits.

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