In 1984 I received a phone call from the editor of Poetry Australia, the late Phillip Benham, asking me to contribute to a Young Poets edition linked vaguely to The Generation of ’68. Cue a week Sydney on the piss.
The launch was a blur of ballpoints and The Laughing Clowns. A day hungover at Taronga Park Zoo was all too appallingly vivid.
I came home via Canberra to catch a seriously good exhibition of Monet haystacks.
I recommend a visit to Collected Works,the poetry bookshop run by Kris and his wife. Top folks. Wonderful shop.
This is all I could find re Buckmaster. Pity. His poem ‘Wilpenda Pound’ is fantastic. Couldn’t find that either.