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    At Large
    At Large
    At Large
    Ebook65 pages30 minutes

    At Large

    By Graeme Hetherington

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    A former lecturer in Greek, Roman and Ancient Near Eastern history and literature at the University of Tasmania, Graeme Hetherington has spent much of his adult life living at large in Europe and Turkey to be closer to the source of his subject matter. More often than not, his response to his culturally charged surroundings has taken the form of

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDebbie Lee
    Release dateSep 28, 2017
    ISBN9781760414238
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      At Large - Graeme Hetherington

      At Large

      At Large

      Graeme Stephen

      Ginninderra Press

      At Large

      ISBN 978 1 76041 423 8

      Copyright © text Graeme Hetherington 2017

      Cover image: At Large, painting by Terry O’Malley

      All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.

      First published 2017 by

      Ginninderra Press

      PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015 Australia

      www.ginninderrapress.com.au

      Contents

      One

      Two

      Three

      Four

      Five

      Six

      Seven

      Eight

      Nine

      Ten

      Acknowledgements

      One

      Voyage

      (After Cavafy)

      The ticket’s condition is clear:

      No turning back on the voyage

      You didn’t even choose to take,

      And which, though short, is longest, since

      It shadows and incorporates

      All. Fearful, you can change wives, work,

      Your house, country, real ships, and go

      Anywhere whenever you like,

      In actuality or dream,

      Believe you are dodging your fate,

      And still you’re chained to time that needs

      No relieving shift at the helm,

      So constantly intent is it

      On getting you there as programmed.

      You can have one of heart – a change,

      That is – becoming Death’s best friend

      By loving black in every form,

      Hoping to be spared when at last

      You sail into port, options gone,

      As trapped as you were at the first.

      Two

      London

      1

      Who are we that we shorten day

      And arrogantly gain ten hours

      As ever-youthfully we speed?

      The plastic tickets with our names

      Engraved in thick black bubble-print

      The ultimate in credit cards

      Computerised to see us through

      The never-ending empty night.

      2

      The carpenters came unannounced,

      Removed a door and left a hole

      To guard us from the outside world.

      We slept in perfect peace that night,

      For who could cross a pit so wide,

      Climb back from anywhere so deep,

      Or penetrate a wall as thick

      As darkness in a hotel hall?

      3

      We walk this city and its parks,

      Its stone-hard monumental streets

      That thrust like lovers to their goal

      Beyond the pitch-black iron gates,

      Disperse as gentle garden paths

      Among the grass-soft beds of bulbs,

      Or arch as anxious question marks

      Across the weed-dark lily ponds.

      4

      She knows my visiting won’t last

      And asks why I can’t live with them.

      The TV holds her more than my

      Evasive, vague reply, until

      I think we’ll

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