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These poems are clever and revealing. - Laurie Boucke, author of the Undutchables What a treat reading these poems. - Inez van Eijk, Dutch author and anthologist |
Mokeham Traffic wardens clamp the cars Of the foreign tourists who Come to see the Polish whores In their frilly lingerie This long poem takes you on a walk through the city. You meet hookers and panhandlers, office clerks and lager louts. But on the trip from Central Station to the posh residential areas, traversing the red light district and immigrant neighbourhoods, you will also encounter Burns, Shakespeare, Auden, Eliot, Heaney and other great masters. Mokeham, like the other places in "Under the Low Grey Sky" is as real as can be. The reader who knows the Netherlands will discover Amsterdam, Utrecht, the Bijlmer, Abcoude, Baambrugge, Breukelen and many other Vechtstreek villages behind the English sounding names. But "Under the Low Grey Sky" is not only for people who know Holland. Suburbia is universal and the shopkeepers and commuters, doctors, lawyers and bankers that the poet introduces, are recognisable to all. From The Commuter: I write a long memo I don't want to write, While talking about the time that I spent Watching the televised football last night With children and wife. Copyright 2000, 2001 Thomas Nicholas |
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The Undutchables | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Penticton, BC | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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thonich@yahoo.com | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Thomas Nicholas Box 20074 Penticton, BC V2A 8K3 Canada |
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Thomas Nicholas lives in Penticton, British Columbia, Canada. He spent many years in the Netherlands and this collection of poems is his farewell to that soggy land full of contradictions. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Bamebridge It seems a pretty tranquil place, A friendly village by a stream, But late at night the witches race Their broomsticks through the Bamebridge sky, While a hundred inbred natives dream About the Sabbath and the Grace Predestiny has in store for them. |
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