| Jack: |
So what do you think of this Newfields bloke? |
| Juanita: |
A mixed cup of tea. Some of his poems aren't half-bad, but others . . . . argh! (raising her hands in exasperation) |
| Jack: |
(nodding) I know how what you mean. There's something contradictory about his works. Some of these poems are simple fun with no particular agenda – but writers get into trouble by trying to become deep. |
| Shu: |
(blowing his nose) Hmm. He never really gets deep – just foolish. This happens any time writers get attached to a particular philosophy. |
| Ella: |
So you're ambivalent? |
| Juanita: |
Damn right! It prefer to think of Newfields as a graphic artist, not a writer. |
| Shu: |
(yawning indifferently) Whatever. (Looking towards Ella with a mischievous gaze) So, did this book mean anything to you? |
| Ella: |
(pausing coyly) Hmm. A few poems and artworks spoke to me, but most didn't. |
| Jack: |
The failures are also interesting: they help us realize just how far poetry and art can go. |
| Shu: |
Which is? |
| Jack: |
Pretty far! |