Most of my neighbours have come here for freedom and peace. No human community, however, can fully permit either of these qualities, and limits access to them. Even here, in such a remote community as this, we have to adjust to the proximity of other peoples' dogs, machinery , use of water, fire, noise, and all this amidst our own struggles for survival against the eccentricities of an infringing wilderness.
These poems arose from my own adjustments to life in a very small isolated community, in which I've now lived for six years. In spite of these trials recorded here, I wouldn't leave it for anything.
Leicester Kyle,
Millerton.
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Published by Heteropholis Press.
Further copies of this publication may be obtained from P.O. Box 367, Westport, Buller, New Zealand.
ISBN 0-476-00084-X
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© Leicester Kyle, 2003
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Editorial Note
The copytext for the facsimile is my own copy of Leicester's original photocopied text. The initial copytext for the transcription comes from Microsoft Word files found on the hard-drive of Leicester's computer after his death, emended by reference to the facsimile.
- Jack Ross,
Mairangi Bay, March 2012.
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© Leicester Kyle Literary Estate, 2012
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