A Prose-Poem On Partisan Politics
TO ALAN: SOME REFLECTIONS
The characteristics of Ron Price’s poetry are varied. He seeks to define and possess the experience that took him across two continents and into many communities in both Australia and Canada. It was a formative experience which he attempts to describe, analyse and understand. In clarifying and defining what shaped his imagination and his thinking he comes across certain nurturing elements in his past, certain joys in the present and certain directions into the future. A darkness, a sadness, a seriousness echoes through his words as well as light, humour and a golden seam of joy. In the process he defines himself in the context of a larger autobiographical form in which he has set his poetry: Pioneering Over Three Epochs. -Ron Price, 2:20 pm, 20 May 1995, Rivervale, Western Australia.
You’ve sat in so many lounge rooms
they all seem the same,
even the toilets have a sad familiarity.
You say a similar line,
like some kind of vaccuum-cleaner
salesman who’s got all his lines off pat,
even the heavy philosophical ones.
Heading off to another social scene
you feel like some veteran, mandarin
of Jesuitical pose, but only at the edge
as you put your hands in your pockets
with an ‘I’ve been here so many times before’
feeling of a deep and quiet sadness: noone hears.
Going through the motions is easy;
you think, well, this is one type of maturity.
And partisan politics is still, after more
than forty years, hardly something to
take any more seriously downunder.
May 20, 1995