Brazilian Journal Fiction or anyone who watches the

or anyone who watches the Shopping Channel

Running the Rapids

sends fragments of memory ricocheting into sensuous poems that arrange themselves

spiritual catastrophe and redemption

‘That people will read it and think it’s a sitcom

Brazilian Journal Fiction or anyone who watches theA memory of Brazil and its natural beauty evokes calm, and a strange benediction, as poet P. K. Page recalls (for example) two coloured birds which alight on her husband, Arthur, at dusk, in Rio de Janeiro. Pages three years in Brazil, from 1957 to 1959, retain this luminous, slightly surreal quality in the poets memory, baroque she once called its landscape and culture. How could I have imagined so surrealist and seductive a world? One does not like