Showing posts with label Collected Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Collected Poems. Show all posts

Sunday, June 14, 2026

20th Anniversary - China



I first discovered the blogosphere back in the early 2000s, thanks to a talk by one of my Academic colleagues, poet and political scientist A/Prof Grant Duncan.

I’d been planning for quite a while to transfer - or at least record - at least some of my literary activities onto the internet, but had really only thought of setting up a personal website, like so many other writers back then.

In pursuit of this aim, I’d taken a couple of short courses in web design, and had concluded that there was more to it than met the eye. In particular, I discovered that you could invest a lot of time and money in something which might easily turn out not to suit your needs at all if you weren’t careful.

In particular, I wasn’t keen on paying some expert to set up a site which I was unable to update myself on a regular basis.

Grant spoke of his various experiments with blogs: how flexible they could be – and, in particular, how easy to edit. He’d found them valuable both for posting his own work, and - since one could limit the audience, or even make them completely private - had seen how easily they could be adapted for graduate students to share work with their supervisor/s.


André Malraux: Le Musée imaginaire. Psychologie de l’art, I (1947)


Free – flexible – easy to edit … all that was music to my ears. I asked him a few questions after the talk, and had another, longer chat with him about it later. The result, a few weeks later, was my very first blog - this one - The Imaginary Museum (14/6/2006- ). It was named after a novel I'd just published, The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis (Titus Books, 2006), parts of which were set out in a kind of proto-hypertext.

Eventually I ended up adapting what had started off as a poetry blog into one concerned almost exclusively with my twin hobbies of bibliography and book-collecting. There was a further site devoted to a catalogue of my book collection, and another one that chronicled my own publications and other activities.

As well as that, I started to build individual websites for each of the writing courses I was teaching at Massey University, along with companion sites where I could anthologise work from the students in those courses (with their permission, of course).

And so it's gone on to this day, some twenty years later.

In the process I became pretty familiar with basic html code, and was thus able to reproduce reasonably complex texts when I needed to. For the most part, though, it remains a way of commenting on and recording things in an easy and accessible way.

This, then, is the fourth five-yearly report I've published about the progress of this experiment in online publishing. Each time I've highlighted five major web projects undertaken in the years in between.
  1. [14/6/2021]: Fifteenth Anniversary (Crystal)
  2. [14/6/2016]: Tenth Anniversary (Tin)
  3. [15/6/2011]: Fifth Anniversary (Wood)
Here's the latest crop of projects:




    2021:



  1. (January 19 - October 18, 2021) Michele 2021: A Birthday Festschrift for Michele Joy Leggott.

  2. Dear Jack,

    Please accept this piece - 1000 words exactly, plus title and sign-off details - for the celebration confabulation you are creating for Michele, with deep thanks for your care and work making this event happen.
    With fond respect,

    - Lisa Samuels. "Email to Jack Ross" (11/9/2021)

    I've always liked the idea of an Academic Festschrift, or collection of celebratory essays and pieces to celebrate the achievements of a writer or researcher at some watershed moment in their career: often - as in this case - on their retirement from Academia.

    In the case of the multi-talented poet, cultural historian, and literary critic Prof Michele Leggott, it seemed best to go for an online format, rather than a more conventional mode of publication, given her longtime involvement as co-founder and editor of the New Zealand Electronic Poetry Centre, or nzepc.

    While it might have seemed more appropriate to house it on that website, for secrecy's sake it seemed better to construct my own festschrift site in private. I don't know if we were successful in keeping it entirely confidential before it was revealed and made public on her 65th birthday on October 18th, 2021. I certainly hope so.





    2022:



  3. (June 2, 2022 - October 29, 2023) Jack Ross: Stories.

  4. You are a male Scheherazade! ('Talking against death'! yep that sums our craft up in three brutal words...)

    - Tracey Slaughter. "Email to Jack Ross" (14/2/2024)

    While I was in the early stages of compiling the pieces which would eventually turn into my latest book of short stories, Haunts, I decided to try to straighten out all the myriad drafts I'd accumulated by pasting them up online. As it turned out, that didn't help me much, but it did provide the kernel for a larger Stories site which has now grown to include the texts of all my published fiction to date - with the exception of the three novels in my R.E.M. trilogy, each of which already has one (or more) websites dedicated to it:

    1. Nights with Giordano Bruno (2000)
    2. The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis (2006)
      1. Who am I? Automatic Writing
      2. Where am I? Cuttings
    3. E M O (2008)
      1. EVA AVE
      2. Moons of Mars
      3. Ovid in Otherworld

    I ended up with 59 stories, ranging in length from novellas to flash fictions, from seven different publications:

    1. Monkey Miss Her Now & Everything a Teenage Girl Should Know. ISBN 0-476-00182-X. Auckland: Danger Publishing, 2004. [13 short stories]
    2. Trouble in Mind. ISBN 0-9582586-1-9. Auckland: Titus Books, 2005. [novella]
    3. Kingdom of Alt. ISBN 978-1-877441-15-8. Auckland: Titus Books, 2010. [8 short stories]
    4. The Annotated Tree Worship: Draft Research Portfolio. ISBN 978-0-473-41328-6. Auckland: Paper Table, 2017. [novella]
    5. The Annotated Tree Worship: List of Topoi. ISBN 978-0-473-41329-3. Auckland: Paper Table, 2017. [novella]
    6. Ghost Stories. ISBN 978-0-9951165-5-9. 99% Press. Auckland: Lasavia Publishing, 2019. [12 short stories]
    7. Haunts. ISBN 978-1-991083-17-3. 99% Press. Auckland: Lasavia Publishing, 2024. [13 short stories]

    Along with my Opinions site ("Essays, Interviews, Introductions & Reviews - 1987 to the present"), and the Poems site listed below, this collects pretty much everything I've written (or rather, published) to date which I want to preserve.



    NB: When you visit this site, the warning above is the first thing you'll see (the same applies to the Poems and EMO sites listed below).

    The reason for this is because some of my poems and stories contain swear words and bad language of various types, and I've noticed in the past that this tends to get flagged by roving web editors.

    I therefore decided to mark these three sites (along with the other novel sites, Nights with Giordano Bruno and The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis as containing "Adult content", which means that this warning will be shown to all potential blog readers, who will then be forced to log in with their Google ID to verify their age and status.

    True, this will certainly have the result of reducing the number of clicks on each website, but it will also make it harder for the idle and unmotivated to reach these works - not necessarily a bad thing. After all, I don't want to make things too easy for potential hackers. Bona fide readers remain more than welcome, though.





    2023:



  5. (May 27, 2023-April 2024) Jack Ross: Poems

  6. I love all three poems! Love so much - but I especially love ‘Experimental’. i will post that.

    - Paula Green. "Email to Jack Ross" (12/4/2024)

    Like the Stories site listed above, this one began as a repository of a large group of 101 linked poems I was working on as a sequence. Once again, putting them up online did not prove particularly helpful to the process of revising and making sense of them, but it did give me the idea of supplementing them with the texts of the six full-length - but now mostly, alas, out-of-print - poetry collections I've published over the years:

    1. City of Strange Brunettes. ISBN 0-473-05446-9. Auckland: Pohutukawa Press, 1998.
    2. Chantal’s Book. ISBN 0-473-08744-8. Wellington: HeadworX, 2002.
    3. To Terezín. Afterword by Martin Edmond. Social and Cultural Studies, 8. ISSN 1175-7132. Auckland: Massey University, 2007.
    4. Celanie: Poems & Drawings after Paul Celan. by Jack Ross & Emma Smith, with an Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-22484-4. Auckland: Pania Press, 2012.
    5. A Clearer View of the Hinterland: Poems & Sequences 1981-2014. ISBN 978-0-473-29640-7. Wellington: HeadworX, 2014.
    6. The Oceanic Feeling. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7. Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021.

    While I was at it, I thought that it might be a good idea to add some of the chapbooks I'd published over the same period:

    1. Ezra Pound’s Fascist Cantos (72 & 73) together with Rimbaud’s “Poets at Seven Years Old.” Translated by Jack Ross. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 1997.
    2. A Town Like Parataxis. Photographs by Gabriel White. ISBN 0-473-07104-5. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2000.
    3. The Perfect Storm. Video by Gabriel White. ISBN 0-473-07350-1. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2000.
    4. The Britney Suite. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2001.
    5. A Bus Called Mr Nice Guy. ISBN 0-473-10526-8. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2005.
    6. Love in Wartime. Wellington: Pania Press, 2006.
    7. Papyri: Love poems & fragments from Sappho & elsewhere. ISBN 978-0-473-12397-0. Auckland: Soapbox Press, 2007.
    8. The Return of the Vanishing New Zealander. ISBN 978-0-9864507-6-1. Dunedin: Kilmog Press, 2009.
    9. Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia. Artwork by William T. Ayton. ISBN 978-0-473-18881-8. Rhinebeck, NY: Narcissus Press / Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2011.
    10. Fallen Empire: Museum of True History in Collaboration with Karl Chitham and Jack Ross. Dunedin: Blue Oyster Art Project Space, 2012.

    There turned out to be quite a few other poems I'd written and published during these decades, though, so I thought for the sake of utility I should probably include those, too:

    1. Collage Poems (1997-2005)
    2. Poems from Novels (2000-2008)
    3. Poems from Stories (2004-2019)
    4. Tree Worship (2011-2012)
    5. Tales from the 101 Days (2022-2024)

    Which left me with a final grab-bag category of published but uncollected poems, which I decided to group chronologically:

    1. Poems: 1981-1999
    2. Poems: 2000-2004
    3. Poems: 2005-2009
    4. Poems: 2010-2015
    5. Poems: 2016-2024

    I'm not sure I'd recommend this approach to anyone else. I was inspired by Peter Simpson and Margaret Edgcumbe's online edition of Kendrick Smithyman's Collected Poems 1943-1995. If I'd had any idea of just how much work it would be, though, I'd probably have contented myself with my old MSWord files.




    NB: When you visit this site, the warning above is the first thing you'll see (the same applies to the Stories site above and the EMO site below).

    The reason for this is because some of my poems and stories contain swear words and bad language of various types, and I've noticed in the past that this tends to get flagged by roving web editors.

    I therefore decided to mark these three sites (along with the other novel sites as containing "Adult content", which means that this warning will be shown to all potential blog readers, who will then be forced to log in with their Google ID to verify their age and status.

    True, this will certainly have the result of reducing the number of clicks on each website, but it will also make it harder for the idle and unmotivated to reach these works - not necessarily a bad thing. After all, I don't want to make things too easy for potential hackers. Bona fide readers remain more than welcome, though.





    2024:


    EVA AVE (2006)

  7. (November 27, 2023 - May 2, 2024) E M O: EVA AVE / Moons of Mars / Ovid in Otherworld (27/11/23-2/5/24)


  8. ... this is a book which isn’t satisfied with being self-contained. It reaches beyond its own covers, beyond its author, inviting you into one of the great endangered pleasures of literature – which is the sense of its endlessness, the way one book can open another book for you, like a friend giving you a private gift; perhaps the key to a room you can now share – a room, of course, which would have many other doors.

    - Jen Crawford. "Launch speech at Alleluya cafe" (19/6/2008)
    The original idea of writing a novel in blog form came to me shortly after I started The Imaginary Museum in mid-2006. E M O, a novel consisting of three self-contained blogs, and eventually printed in palimpsest form, with other texts printed faintly underneath, was the result of this train of thought.

    1. EVA AVE (15/8/06-3/9/07)
    2. Moons of Mars (16/8/06-3/9/07)
    3. Ovid in Otherworld (15/8/06-3/9/07)

    The three original blogs are (at present, at least) still extant on the internet, but I no longer have any access to them. My passwords no longer work, so they remain there as untouchable fossils.

    With this in mind, it occurred to me that it might be as well to copy them to a more manageable site, which I do have access to, as part of the larger exercise of straightening out the fiction and poetry I've put up online at various times, in various places. This new site, E M O, is more or less a simulacrum of the original sites, but with the addition of a bibliography and chronology of the original publication.




    When you visit the new site, this warning is the first thing you'll see. The same applies to the Stories and Poems sites listed above.

    The reason for this is because a number of my poems and stories contain swear words and bad language of various types, and I've noticed in the past that this tends to get flagged by roving web editors.

    I therefore decided to mark these three sites (along with the other novel sites, Nights with Giordano Bruno and The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis as containing "Adult content", which means that this warning will be shown to all potential blog readers, who will then be forced to log in with their Google ID to verify their age and status.

    True, this will certainly have the result of reducing the number of clicks on each website, but it will also make it harder for the idle and unmotivated to reach these works - not necessarily a bad thing. After all, I don't want to make things too easy for potential hackers. Bona fide readers remain more than welcome, though.







    2025:



  9. (August 20, 2012 - June 5, 2026) Acquisitions & Discoveries

  10. A marvellous post Jack, and one I am sharing. Your comments about Waley made me think, as I had later dismissed his translations. I shouldn’t have. There are two aims in translation, (1) being as true as possible to the original text and (2) capturing the intent/essence. The two are often in conflict. I like what Eco said about contemporary translation. It should be a negotiation between author and translator, producing two books. The Nobel winner Olga Tokzrczuk said the same, refusing to accept her Booker and Nobel unless her Flights translator was a co-recipient. There’s lots to dig into with The Monkey King - thank you for the prompt and for finding those threads.

    - John Fenton. "Comment on Acquisitions (95): Journey to the West" (9/7/2023)

    Since June 2010, I've maintained an online catalogue of my book collection called A Gentle Madness. It provides details of each book I own, as well as a note of its location. A couple of years in, I decided I needed a space for short bibliographical essays on some of my more interesting purchases. At first it was a single webpage, entitled "Acquisitions", but eventually it grew far beyond those bounds. I only made 11 entries in the first two years I had it, 2012-13, but after that it was 2016 before I revived it again. Since January 2018, though, I've put up 127 separate posts on subjects ranging from World War I poets to my favourite Bibles. Each one is suggested by a particular title or author I've been reading (or collecting).

    It's a more bibliographically focussed set of essays than the more journalistic ones that appear on this site, The Imaginary Museum. There's a certain amount of overlap between the subjects treated on the two websites, though. You can find a convenient index of all the authors and subjects dealt with (to date) on one or other of these sites on this Bibliography page.




I guess I've rather given up on prognostications for the future of this blog - or any other literary enterprises I'm presently engaged in. Sleepwalking seems the best description of the way we're all forced to be these days. Perhaps we'll come through the present set of crises substantially intact; perhaps we won't.

The job remains the same, though - as the great cosmologist Johannes Kepler put it in the middle of the Thirty Years War:
While the storm rages and the state is threatened by shipwreck, let us lower the anchor of our peaceful studies into the ground of eternity.

Matthias Bernegger: Johannes Kepler (1627)





Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Christmas Books = Christmas Cheer!


J. R. R. Tolkien: The Collected Poems (3 vols: 2024)


Some years ago now I wrote a blogpost called "The Tolkien Industry." It seemed to cause a bit of a stir at the time, and even ended up being reprinted on the Scoop Review of Books (16/6/09).

What I thought were some fairly mild remonstrances at the relentless commercialisation of J. R. R. Tolkien's literary remains apparently touched a raw nerve in quite a few readers. A certain "Mister Lit" enquired:
... does Ross the academic subscribe to the increasingly meaningless dichotomy between ‘high’ and ‘lowbrow’ culture which sees meaningless ‘poetry’ by so-called ‘postmodernists’ studied in great depth while popular, human-oriented authors like Tolkien and Wilbur Smith are regarded as not ‘good enough’?
To which I'd reply (some 16 years later): No, not then and not now. I have to say, though, that I do find the juxtaposition of Tolkien and Wilbur Smith somewhat eccentric. So far as I know, no-one's yet been tempted to publish Wilbur Smith's scribbled notes and papers in vast, annotated, scholarly editions. Perhaps it's just a matter of time, though.

The next comment, by a Henry Saltfleet, was even more indignant:
Jack Ross writes: “What’s a poor collector to do? A poor completist collector, that is.” Well, in his case I think he should get rid of his collection and take up a hobby more suited to his intellect — perhaps bowling. His main argument against newly published Tolkien material seems to be that it takes up shelf space. But what is more egregious is his underlying belief that because (for whatever reason) he isn’t interested in such material that he thinks those of us who are interested in it should be deprived of the chance to read it. Fie on him.
That sideswipe at bowlers and bowling seems rather more egregious than any of my own misdeeds, I must say. What did they ever do to get dragged into this argument? Bowling is (by all accounts) a sport requiring great visual acuity and muscular skill, which puts it a fair few rungs above balancing books on shelves, I would have thought. If only I had chosen to cultivate it in my misspent youth, how much better off I would be now!

As for the rest, I think Mr. Saltfleet rather missed my point. It wasn't that this material isn't interesting - more that this piecemeal, over-annotated and commentated mode of publication doesn't really do it justice. However, my lament (in 2009) that we still lacked a decent Collected Poems for Tolkien, has finally, a decade and a half later, been met by a massive 3-volume boxed-set edition edited by Tolkienophiles extraordinaire Christina Scull and Wayne G Hammond.

WHICH I JUST GOT FOR CHRISTMAS! (all those heavy-handed hints to Santa must have paid off ...)


Christina Scull & Wayne G Hammond, ed.: The Collected Poems of J. R. R. Tolkien (3 vols: 2024)


"Thrills for Noddy!" - as some of the coarser denizens of my old school used to say when encountering excessive displays of enthusiam. Never mind. Damn them if they can't take a joke. It is quite a thrill - for me, at least.




But wait, there's more. As a suitable companion volume, I'd already decided to invest in another absurdly over-elaborate piece of book design, a new edition of Tolkien's The Silmarillion illustrated by its own author!


Christopher Tolkien, ed.: The Silmarillion. Illustrated by J. R. R. Tolkien (2022)


I look forward to rereading it over Summer, savouring Tolkien's clumsy daubs and line-drawings, and perhaps even comparing them from time to time to Ted Nasmith's perhaps slightly over-skilful illustrations for his own 2004 version of The Silmarillion.


J. R. R. Tolkien: The Silmarillion. Illustrated by Ted Nasmith (2004)





Curiously enough, I had much the same experience recently comparing two different illustrated texts of Tolkien's masterpiece, The Lord of the Rings.


J. R. R. Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings. Illustrated by the author (2021)


On the one hand, there's this sumptuous new hardback edition, with illustrations culled from the author's papers, which I purchased when it first came out in 2021. I mean, what reasonable person could resist the temptation of owning "the complete text printed in two colors, plus sprayed edges and a ribbon bookmark"?


J. R. R. Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings. Illustrated by Alan Lee (1991)


But then, on the other hand, there's this thirty-year old veteran I picked up second-hand a couple of months ago, with illustrations that now look rather prophetic of much of the visual imagery of the feature films.

Not, perhaps, that that's all that surprising when you consider that Alan Lee (together with Canadian illustrator John Howe) was one of the two main concept designers on The Lord of the Rings trilogy (2001-03) - as well as working on its prequel, The Hobbit (2012-14).

There's never a shortage of arguments for getting new books, unfortunately - it's persuading yourself that you can jettison some, or (better still) not buy them in the first place, which is hard.




J. R. R. Tolkien: The Hobbit. Illustrated by the author (2023)


I'm not falling for this one, though. I can promise you that! I mean, who needs it? I already own a nice old hardback copy of the original edition, which was already "illustrated by the author":


J. R. R. Tolkien: The Hobbit (1937 / 1974)


And, if that's not enough, I also have copies of the two books below which (between them) surely provide more Hobbit-iana than even the most exigent fan could require:


Douglas A. Andersen, ed.: The Annotated Hobbit (1988 / 2002)



John Rateliff: The History of the Hobbit (2007 / 2011)





What else? Well, there's an intriguing new addition to the Heaney canon, to stand alongside Marco Sonzogni's excellent 2022 edition of The Translations of Seamus Heaney:


Christopher Reid, ed.: The Letters of Seamus Heaney (2024)


There's also the latest Murakami novel, of which I have high hopes after a couple of duds from the Japanese literary superstar:


Haruki Murakami: The City and Its Uncertain Walls. Trans. Philip Gabriel (2023 / 2024)





J. R. R. Tolkien (1895-1973)


To return to Tolkien, though ("Tollers" to his friends - just as C. S. Lewis was "Jack" and his brother Major W. H. Lewis "Warnie").

If by any chance you're still having difficulties disentangling the relationships between his various works: the two main ones published during his lifetime - The Hobbit (1937) & The Lord of the Rings (1954-55) - and that other, posthumous compilation - The Silmarillion (1977); together with its myriad supplementary texts - you could certainly do worse than have a quick squiz at the diagram below:


Ian Alexander: Tolkien's Legendarium (2021)


Clear as crystal, wouldn't you say? In any case, this is just to wish you all a similarly

MERRY CHRISTMAS
& A Happy New Year



Saturday, December 07, 2024

Jack Ross: Poems


Blue of sea and sky and distance, and white vaporous cloud. Light in Auckland dominates, penetrates, suffuses, as nowhere else in New Zealand; it envelops earth and trees, buildings, people, in a liquid air which at any moment might dissolve them into itself. Land and its solids are there only a condition, changing all the time, of water, air, light.
- Charles Brasch. Indirections: A Memoir 1909-1947 (Wellington: Oxford University Press, 1980): 180.

The other day I took a drive out to Stokes Point in Northcote, a little reserve nestled under the pylons of the Auckland Harbour Bridge. It's a strange place: half building site, half architecturally designed park. It does, however, offer a marvellous view of the city.

A few years ago I was asked to assist with finding suitable texts to inscribe on the concrete pillars which hold up the underpinnings of the bridge. It was a somewhat vexed project (which you can read about here), but in the end most of the choices I offered - texts by prominent North Shore authors - did indeed end up getting plastered onto the stonework in question.

So if you want to encounter the "blue of sea and sky and distance" Charles Brasch described as characteristic of Auckland in the 1930s, Stokes Point is a good place to start. And there's the added bonus, too, of being able to see how it once looked through the eyes of expatriate British artist John Barr Clark Hoyte (1835-1913):



I feel a certain fondness for Hoyte's paintings. They're intensely idealised portraits of a land I think we'd all like to inhabit - a kind of lost paradise of gentle breezes and azure skies.

He apparently spent much of the 16 years he lived in New Zealand travelling "assiduously in search of new scenes to exploit" - whether it be Fiordland, the Volcanic Plateau, or picturesque views of the Pink and White Terraces. However, despite the dramatic character of most of these places:
it appears that his preference was for a more gentle, picturesque mode of landscape art rather than the heightened tensions of the sublime. The Otago Guardian in 1876 described 'the aspect of repose which usually characterises Mr Hoyte's illustrations of native landscapes'.
That's it exactly: "the aspect of repose." What I like best about his views of Auckland harbour, in particular, is the way it becomes, for him (and thus for us as viewers), a place of light and beauty, with nature and man in perfect harmony.

It wasn't, of course. Te Kooti Arikirangi Te Tūruki was still waging guerilla war down on the East Coast. Auckland had just been supplanted as capital of New Zealand by a cabal of Australian commissioners. The economy was perilously up and down, and the relations between settlers and tangata whenua shaky at best.

Hoyte looks at all these things from afar. His fascination with light allows them to disappear for him. But that's what gives his work - for me, at least - its sense of historical irony.

Life was never like that in Auckland; but sometimes, when we kids sailed round the bays of the upper harbour in my father's little trailer-sailer, that sense of unattainable perfection seemed perilously close.


J.B.C. Hoyte: Auckland Harbour from Mt Eden (1873)


I suppose that's why I chose these paintings by John Hoyte as the backdrop for my new website: a collection of most of my published poems to date.

There's much to be said for trying to break new ground. I imagine we all like to think ourselves as fresh and original in our writing and thinking. Sometimes, though - perhaps most of the time? - "the way up is the way down, the way forward is the way back" (T. S. Eliot, The Dry Salvages). This site, then:

contains the texts of all of the full-length poetry collections I've published over the years. As well as that, I've reprinted most of the poetry chapbooks which came out over the same period. And on top of that, there's a grab-bag category of my published but uncollected poems, which I've grouped chronologically or under categories (poems included in Novels or Stories, for instance).

Before listing them in order, with their separate links, however, I thought I'd better say some more about the structure of the site itself.




The first thing you see, if you click on this link, will be the warning above.

This is because some of my poems contain swear words and bad language of various kinds, and I've noticed in the past that this tends to get flagged by roving web editors, who red flag and - in some cases - actually take down any pages which offend in this way.

I've therefore decided to mark this site - along with those devoted to my three novels, Nights with Giordano Bruno (2000), The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis (2006), and E M O (2008) - as containing "Adult content".

This means that the "sensitive content" warning above is shown automatically to all potential readers, who will then have to log in with a Google ID to verify their age and adult status.

No doubt this will have the effect of reducing the number of clicks on each of these websites, but it also means that you have to be quite motivated to reach them - not in itself a bad thing. Bona fide readers are always very welcome, though.

Here, then, is a breakdown of the contents of my new poetry website:



    Poetry Books

    Jack Ross: City of Strange Brunettes (1998)


  1. City of Strange Brunettes. ISBN 0-473-05446-9. Auckland: Pohutukawa Press, 1998.

  2. Jack Ross: Chantal’s Book (2002)


  3. Chantal’s Book. ISBN 0-473-08744-8. Wellington: HeadworX, 2002.

  4. Jack Ross: To Terezín (2007)


  5. To Terezín. Afterword by Martin Edmond. Social and Cultural Studies, 8. ISSN 1175-7132. Auckland: Massey University, 2007.

  6. Jack Ross & Emma Smith: Celanie (2012)


  7. Celanie: Poems & Drawings after Paul Celan. by Jack Ross & Emma Smith, with an Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-22484-4. Auckland: Pania Press, 2012.


  8. A Clearer View of the Hinterland: Poems & Sequences 1981-2014. ISBN 978-0-473-29640-7. Wellington: HeadworX, 2014.

  9. Jack Ross: The Oceanic Feeling (2021)


  10. The Oceanic Feeling. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7. Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021.



    Poetry Chapbooks

    Jack Ross: Pound’s Fascist Cantos (1997)


  1. Ezra Pound’s Fascist Cantos (72 & 73) together with Rimbaud’s “Poets at Seven Years Old.” Translated by Jack Ross. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 1997.

  2. Jack Ross & Gabriel White: A Town Like Parataxis (2000)


  3. A Town Like Parataxis. Photographs by Gabriel White. ISBN 0-473-07104-5. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2000.

  4. Jack Ross & Gabriel White: The Perfect Storm (2000)


  5. The Perfect Storm. Video by Gabriel White. ISBN 0-473-07350-1. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2000.

  6. Jack Ross: The Britney Suite (2001)


  7. The Britney Suite. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2001.

  8. Jack Ross: A Bus Called Mr Nice Guy (2005)


  9. A Bus Called Mr Nice Guy. ISBN 0-473-10526-8. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2005.

  10. Jack Ross: Love in Wartime (2006)


  11. Love in Wartime. Wellington: Pania Press, 2006.

  12. Jack Ross: Papyri (2007)


  13. Papyri: Love poems & fragments from Sappho & elsewhere. ISBN 978-0-473-12397-0. Auckland: Soapbox Press, 2007.


  14. The Return of the Vanishing New Zealander. ISBN 978-0-9864507-6-1. Dunedin: Kilmog Press, 2009.

  15. Jack Ross & William T. Ayton: Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia (2011)


  16. Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia. Artwork by William T. Ayton. ISBN 978-0-473-18881-8. Rhinebeck, NY: Narcissus Press / Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2011.

  17. Jack Ross & Karl Chitham: Fallen Empire (2012)


  18. Fallen Empire: Museum of True History in Collaboration with Karl Chitham and Jack Ross. Dunedin: Blue Oyster Art Project Space, 2012.



    Miscellaneous

    Jack Ross: Collage Poems (2018)


  1. Collage Poems (1997-2005)
  2. Poems from Novels (2000-2008)
  3. Poems from Stories (2004-2019)
  4. Tree Worship (2011-2012)

  5. Jack Ross: Tree Worship (2012)



    Uncollected Poems

    Jack Ross: Newmarket (2006)


  1. Poems: 1981-1999
  2. Poems: 2000-2004
  3. Poems: 2005-2009
  4. Poems: 2010-2015
  5. Poems: 2016-2024

  6. Dianne Firth: Canberra Tales (2017)

I'm not sure I'd recommend this approach to anyone else. I was inspired by Peter Simpson and Margaret Edgcumbe's online edition of Kendrick Smithyman's Collected Poems 1943-1995. If I'd had any idea of how much work it would be, though, I would probably just have contented myself with my old MSWord files.




Jack Ross: Showcase (2023)