Some people get into poetry at university, all berets, booze and broodiness. I discovered it through Whim Wham in The Press. The Saturday poems were bitingly funny, took the mickey out of people, and had all sorts of things in them I didn’t understand.
Whim Wham was a pen-name for noted poet, academic and former sub-editor Allen Curnow. Today would have been his 100th birthday. So for all those laughs and grins and questions, and for all the ‘little of the little I know of myself and the world’, thanks man.