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[null,"1.","Record Nr.",null,"UNINA9910479931403321"]
[null,null,"Autore",null,"Wedde Ian"]
[null,null,"Titolo",null,"Tales of Gotham City [[electronic resource]]"]
[null,null,"Pubbl/distr/stampa",null,"Auckland, : Auckland University Press, 2013"]
[null,null,"ISBN",null,"1-77558-626-X"]
[null,null,"Descrizione fisica",null,"1 online resource (49 p.)"]
[null,null,"Disciplina",null,"821.2"]
[null,null,"Soggetti",null,"New Zealand poetry -- 20th century"]
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[null,null,"Lingua di pubblicazione",null,"Inglese"]
[null,null,"Formato",null,"Materiale a stampa"]
[null,null,null,"Livello bibliografico","Monografia"]
[null,null,null,"Note generali","Description based upon print version of record."]
[null,null,"Nota di contenuto",null,"Cover; Acknowledgements ; Copyright ; CONTENTS; 1; Lonely & Afraid Up Here; From One Centre; Mahia April 1978; The Turtle; 2; 'nothing is wasted'; Tales of Gotham City; Bird; Driving Into the Storm: the Art of Poetry; 3; A Lifetime; Turn Around; Poem With Two Lines From a Song; The Paradise Cable"]
[null,null,null,"Sommario/riassunto","<DIV></DIV><I>Tales of Gotham City</I> consists of three groups of poems that were written over a period of seven years, from 1977-83. Ian Wedde says of this collection: When I went 'greedily' looking for meaning among the poems I'd written since about 1977, I found the record of a withdrawal of curiosity, its replacement with a counterpart anger. I'd wanted to know why not, not why. I'd heard myself answering kids' questions with my own. There were too many experts. Who did they think they were, these people with such confidence in their cigars, their sex, their history. That's me trying to s"]