“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”

DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)





08 July 2016


This is my brother Andrew White, bushman, stockman, natural scientist, snake and moss collector, wearing the hat at Radium Hill ... above him is brother Joe McKenzie, Adnyamathanha man, on his country in the Flinders Ranges ... he taught me much about his people's beautiful part of Australia ... his totem was Wildu, the wedge-tailed eagle ... fit young wedgie at the top photographed  by Pat Sprague ... photo below taken from his  motorbike by Andrew


Philip White said...

sorry for blurry old image ... that mucky line is:

he got splattered with his beak full. Too easy to miss.

Anonymous said...

I firs t wished you didn't put those photos up Philip
because they distracted me from your poem.
Now Im ok with them.
They help unlock it.