John Kinsella delights in disturbance. He writes a brilliant new Australian pastoral of superphosphates, firebreaks, emu hunts, wheat weighing, rearing tractors and paddy melons. His poems grab the traditions of the pastoral with both hands and twist them to fit a landscape where a dog is ripped open by a cornered roo, a lorry jack-knifes with its load of sheep and wells 'go salt'...Kinsella writes like an Australian storm at full blow. - Helen Dunmore, Observer, UK
