Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Sunday

Book Seventeen







[1]

LIVING AT A BAD ADDRESS


A Christmas Book


From

Leicester Kyle


Here are a few of my favourite poems from 2004. I don't think any of them have been published; they're not the sort of poems that suit literary journals and are, most of them, written from out of my own experiences and for my own purposes. I hope you enjoy them.






ON THE EPISTLE

[2]
[3]

MY FATEFUL HOUSE

[4]
[5]

THE TOWN

[6]
[7]

AT SEVENTY

[8]
[9]

SYLLABLES

[10]
[11]

SNOW AFTER RAIN

[12]
[13]

PROMENA

[14]
[15]

LETTERS FROM HOME

[16]
[17]
[18]

A COLLECTIVE TERM
FOR A NATURAL LIFE

[19]
[20]

WAITING FOR
THE C.E.O.

[21]
[22]

CHANGING PLANES

[23]
[24]
[25]

AT A DoC DINNER

[26]
[27]
[28]

SELLING DORIS

[29]
[30]

HEAD DEATH CYCLED ALONG

[31]
[32]

AND LIKE THE STARS

[33]
[34]

HE WENT THERE YAWNING

[35]
[36]






© L. Kyle 2004

Further copies of this booklet may be obtained from: L. Kyle
P.O. Box 367
Westport, Buller.
lkyle@netaccess.co.nz




Commentary & References:



To Jack,

For Christmas 2004.

Some local colour from the Coast,
by way of season's greetings.

From
Leicester.
Thanks for 'Suburban Apocalypse'
and the double-sided 'Brief'.

Do visit, if you can.






© Leicester Kyle, 2004




Editorial Note

The copytext for both facsimile and transcription is my own copy of Leicester's original photocopied text.

- Jack Ross,
Mairangi Bay, March 2012.






© Leicester Kyle Literary Estate, 2012



Saturday

Book Sixteen





Panic Poems


Leicester Kyle






[1]

A Christmas Book






[2]

Panic Poems


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.




Contents:






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





© Leicester Kyle, 2003




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.






© Leicester Kyle Literary Estate, 2012



Thursday

Book Fourteen







[1]

Things To Do With
Kerosene



A Consideration

These poems are created from the Handy Hints at the back of Aunt Daisy's Cookery Book. I began the collation while writing another work. There was need for a restorative change of subject, but I soon found they could not be treated lightly – the hints have too serious an intent. While some are bizarre, zany, even dangerous to the user, there is always more to them than one might think.

They come from the thinking of the 1940's and 50's, when we were moving out from a time of deprivation.

Look, says Aunt Daisy, here are ways to smarten up, to paint to gloss to make things new, and to prepare yourselves for better days.

There's a sort of piety here, a kindness, a scent of grace, as well as turps meths ammonia nail polish remover and kerosene. Here are the means for dignity.

Leicester Kyle,
Oct. 2002.




Contents:






Published by Heteropholis Press, with the generous assistance of the Buller Community Arts Council.

Further copies may be obtained from P.O. Box 367, Westport, Buller, New Zealand.

© L. H. Kyle
ISBN 0-473-08963-7




Commentary & References:



A Christmas Book,

for Jack.
With skills, should the lights go out at
Christmas, or the bottom of the world fall
out in the New Year.
from
Leicester.
Thanks for your fine letter. I'll
shortly reply - and do come if you can.






© Leicester Kyle, October 2002




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.






© Leicester Kyle Literary Estate, 2012



Saturday

Book Nine





Contents:

Consummation
[1]

Looking West in Winter

[2]
[3]
[4]
[5]
[6]
[7]

The Social Club Bar

[8]
[9]
[10]
[11]
[12]

In a Temperate Zone

[13]
[14]
[15]
[16]
[17]
[18]
[19]
[20]
[21]
[22]
[23]
[24]
[25]






This Booklet is privately published for friends and family, for
Christmas 2000, by Leicester Kyle, Millerton, Buller, N.Z.





© Leicester Kyle, 2000




Editorial Note

The copytext for the facsimile - with the exception of page 7 of "In a Temperate Zone", omitted from the published text (possibly for reasons of content rather than by accident) - is my own copy of Leicester's original photocopied text. The initial copytext for the transcription, and the facsimile and transcript for p.21, comes from Microsoft Word files found on the hard-drive of Leicester's computer after his death.

- Jack Ross,
Mairangi Bay, March 2012.






© Leicester Kyle Literary Estate, 2012