Threefer

"...It was some time since the author had been seen in his home town (Sydney). Standing, he said to me - though we had been drinking, taking various pills - did I know Apollinaire's lines - about tossing off your life as tho it were a drink? 'Some Days', he said, strayed between the poles of Robbe Grillet's In The Labyrinth and 'Tambourine Life'. Endless lyric, bildungsroman, parody, abstract poem? 'Footprints' he said he had thought of as something. He had forgotten, but must once have had...