This is interesting. I review a fair volume of NZ poetry books (not enough by any measure, so many miss out!). Yet I know a fair chunk of the poets to different degrees. I have lunch and dinner with some. I go for walks with others. I discuss poetry with many. I tell my own secrets (not those of others!) to a handful. I have also reviewed a lot of New Zealand novels because that was my primary love at university and the focus of my Masters and Doctoral theses. Again the same shades of friendship apply. Should I be doing this when I am clearly embedded in this intricate web of connections and friendships? I found this piece fascinating. It was posted on Flavorwire.

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