Andrew Burke launched his latest collection of poetry last week, ‘New and Selected Poems: 2020’.
Peter Holland performed the honours, an inspired choice — the intimacy of friends — given the pair have known each other since ‘fourteen or fifteen’ and remain close.
Andrew Burke has described himself as being a child of the “confessional” poets of the fifties and sixties, poets like Robert Lowell and Sylvia Plath, and certainly in this book he has given us the story of his life. In a sense, I suppose, it is an autobiography, but that’s only a fringe benefit, an incidental dividend. It’s far more than that, far more interesting than that, far more significant than that.
It’s a fucking HUGE collection of what John Kinsella described as “sociable poetry, of day to day, but hard-backed by nature”.
You can get hold of a copy of the book from Andrew directly. Email him at firstname.lastname@example.org (he receives a couple of hundred emails a day, from poetry friends, jazz lovers, cricket acquaintances, so pls include the words ‘BOOK PURCHASE’ in your header for easier identification). Or pick it up online at Walleah Press (196 pp, $20, includes postage within Australia).