Chinese Poem, after Mark Ford
John Tranter, 2 January 1997
“... Christmas, Grandad came down from the mountains, and we had to go fishing, on the ornamental lake. The ornery mental lake, that’s what I call it. ‘Do I have to, Pop? It’s just animal death!’ Fishing, fishing, till everything is killed. ‘How’s the love-life?’ Grandad asked. My father was having trouble, some affair that was going wrong ... ”