As long as you sit on your hands
you won't be able
to applaud yourself.
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- Peter Bakowski
- Born in Melbourne in 1954 to Polish-German parents, Peter Bakowski’s aim as a poet is to write clear and accessible poems, to use ordinary words to say extraordinary things. His poems have appeared and continue to appear in literary magazines worldwide and have been translated into Arabic, Bahasa-Indonesion, Bengali, Chinese, French, German, Italian, Japanese and Polish. Peter has been writer-in-residence at: - the B.R.Whiting Library in Rome; the Cite Internationale des Arts in Paris; the University of Macau; Suzhou University, Jiangsu Province, China; the Katherine Susannah Prichard Writers’ Centre in Greenmount, Western Australia; the Hobart Writer’s Cottage in Battery Point, Tasmania; The Arthur Boyd Estate of “Bundanon” near Nowra, New South Wales; the Broken Hill Poetry Festival, New South Wales. No matter how many books Peter writes in his lifetime they will all be about what it’s like to be a human being. Contact details: pbakowski@yahoo.com
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Self praise is no praise. That's what other people are for.
ReplyDeleteDear Jim, Your comment made me realize I didn't have the title of the poem right. Have revised title. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteEvery good wish,
Peter