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Both of them almost toppled over as from out of the stone plumes of smoke began to flow, it had no smell and it didn't sting their eyes as they had expected to happen but they were about to shout out for their dad as Jill dropped the stone onto the carpeted floor.As quickly as it had appeared the smoke began to disappear and as the shocked pair looked on out from the smoke appeared a shape, Jack and Jill were unable to move or make a noise as the shape grew clearer.It was a man, he was tall and wearing strange clothes, like something out of a Saturday cartoon, he had a large purple turban on his head, his chest was bare and muscular, and the only thing covering it was what looked like a leather waistcoat. His trousers were also a stripy purple with a broad purple sash wrapped around them, what scared the pair most was the huge sword that was thrust through the sash.They were terrified, where had this man come from and was he going to kill them, thoughts like these ran through both their minds, they tried to move, to get up and warn their parents incase he went after them after he had done away with Jack and Jill.The strange man turned to face them, he had a thin black beard and a large nose on his tanned face, and it was the eyes however that made them reconsider their previous thoughts. They were a sparkling blue and crinkled in a humorous way as if he thought this was funny, and he was smiling,"What is your wish Oh Master and Mistress"
'Raymond writes of all he has loved in a backwards-travelling anthology that brings together the great events of Brisbane history and the small events of daily life. He writes about wars and extermination and convicts on the triangle in Queen Street. He writes about a possum like a "e;friendly lout"e; and boiled eggs and honey on the breakfast table. Old, wild love affairs begin and end in these poems. We meet Bob Dylan and remember Enid Blyton and creaming soda and afternoon matinees with Danny Kaye. It is a mixture of joy, sadness, rage, laughter and passion, celebrating a life that has been full of surprises. Give yourself a treat and read Reeling Backwards slowly.' - Sandra Hogan, author of With My Little Eye 'With the mind of a historian and the soul of an artist, Evans turns his gaze back over a life lived large and fierce - determined to resist the hidebound milieu and humid statis of his home city, Brisbane. Reeling Backwards plays at the knotty edges of nostalgia, bending and folding time around place, while pausing to catch all the fleeting, sensory moments that make up an abundant life. Each poem is a skipping stone, a gentle disturbance, nicking the surface and rippling outwards.' - Melanie Myers, award-winning author of Meet Me at Lennons'Careful readers of Raymond Evans's histories always sensed he was a poet at heart. In this collection, he demonstrates this truth. The poems, which "e;arrived out of the blue"e;, are personal and historical - a moving lesson in how to understand who we are and where we come from - individually and collectively. Read and savour.' - Julianne Schultz, author and former editor of Griffith Review'Raymond Evans writes of history, home and heart with wisdom and warmth. From an empty house to a childhood home filled with love. Travelling backwards through time across a life portrayed in sensuous images. So lovely to read - highly recommended.' - Edwina Shaw, author and editor of Bjelke Blues'A rollicking ride...and fun! Piercing in its emotional description of intangible realities we can all relate to. Such powerful, astute observations about secrets of the heart, granting permission to own and acknowledge one's often discarded sensibilities - written with intellect and artistry. Bravo! Contemporary and enthralling!' - Sue Smithers, international model, actress and jazz chanteuse
';Raymond Evans's poetry sings with lyricism. His poems melt and explode with love, lust and clear-eyed honesty, revealing the beautiful and brutal undercurrents of a passionate life.' Venero Armanno';This collection offers a powerful and touching insight into the interior life of a well-regarded Queensland historian. Poignant childhood memories, everyday personal observations, commitment to truth in history-telling, the intricacies of love, involvement in humanitarian and political activismthese are all here, described in poetry that is authentic, unpretentious and fired straight from the hip.' Linda Stevenson';Raymond's poems provide an intimate glimpse into the challenges, hardships and sensual pleasures of a well-lived life. Sometimes they serve to illuminate one's own experiences. At others, the poetry carries one away on a compelling journey: Their emotional provocation and illustrative skill fashion an evocative and hypnotic pastiche of writings that transport the reader to worlds far beyond the anticipated and familiar. That is what these poems do.' Em O. Tomasi';Lost in deep thought as I imagine Evans's Bardon boyhood as he floats tin canoes down the neighbourhood stream. The detail commands that no stone is left unturned as magical adventures take shape and Brisbane beckons.' Fiona Foley';Raymond Evans's Half Century brims full of humble treasures. His fifty ';personal and political' narrative poems take us on a journey through time and space from the adventures of a Welsh migrant boy arriving in the raw new land of Australia; to the burgeoning sexuality and social awareness of a teenager exploring the freedom of the 1960s; to the grown man's deepening realisation of his role in history, society, and relationships. All recounted with humour, compassion and wisdom. A delight.' Michele Seminara
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