A fragment of poet-talk

From the now-hibernating Burgundy poetry critique website, a discussion of "The Days of The Royal George":


By Paul Stevens (Caratacus) on Monday, August 15, 2005 - 10:23 pm:

This is meant as an ott sentimental piece of well-outdated-doggerel-pub-song written by a bleary-eyed old codger living in the past. It has obvious clanks and clunks, which I feel are right in the spirit of the thing. I posted a picture from the cricket match at my blog here.


By Bob Bolton (Bob) on Tuesday, August 16, 2005 - 6:20 am:

and what was the name of the famous dark-haired witch whose portrait was on the wall...?

Well, you managed to subvert the cricket thread back to poesy, didn't you!


By Paul Stevens (Caratacus) on Tuesday, August 16, 2005 - 10:17 am:

Was it Roslyn Norton? Was that at The George? Don't remember that bit... A lot of it's a blur...


By Bob Bolton (Bob) on Tuesday, August 16, 2005 - 12:26 pm:

Yes of course, and wrong pub - I was thinking of the one down the Harbour end of George Street. Ah, also, the poor old Forth and Clyde at the bottom of Darling Street Balmain - now offices I think, then Hell's Angels etc ...

Plenty of scope here to avoid poetry altogether...


By Paul Stevens (Caratacus) on Tuesday, August 16, 2005 - 7:14 pm:

The Newcastle on George Street was a Push pub - is that the one? I remember a coffee shop at Kings Cross with Roslyn Norton paintings - was it the Appolyon? Sort of Norman-Lindsay-goes-bent stuff: didn't like it much myself. The London at Balmain throve on in the 80s a bit, & The Rose, Shamrock & Thistle, but I don't know of anything much re: Push now. The Old Push moved out of The George in the aftermath of Bogle-Chandler deaths, & rather despised the Young Push as brainless pleasure-seekers, & didn't come in there much except for occasional raids to carry off nubiles for philosophical purposes. I think they drank at The United States for a while & then the pub whose name I can't remember up near Hyde Park. A large section of the Young Push morphed into hippy leather workers centred around Frank's Cafe in about 1967 or so. A double-decker busload of them drove up to Kuranda & dispersed around about the time of the Ourimbah rock festival. English Paul, "King" of The George & of Franks Cafe, & his lady Vyda were shotgunned & incinerated in their house at Mareeba in a case that was never solved. Not much has been written about the Young Push: I'm trying to get some of it down before the brain cells flake away.


By Paul Stevens (Caratacus) (203.63.205.3) on Tuesday, August 16, 2005 - 7:20 pm:

Here ya go: Rosaleen Norton - here. Thanks for reminding me of her, Bob. Any more cues would be welcome as I try to piece it all together. Where did that brain-cell go?