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"Up-to-the-minute reportage on our fraught zeitgeist, conveyed with vitality and satirical humour." - Hugh Major Ranging from an individual's birth to the death of the planet, this urgent collection reflects back to us the perilous state of our world. Written by a fed up boomer determined to call out our collective stupidity, Out of the way world is simultaneously justifiably cynical, cavalierly mocking and bitingly realistic. Picture humanity crammed into a gigantic kick-ass double cab ute burning through fossil fuel like there's no tomorrow our symbol of what's important - crucifix tractor…mehr

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"Up-to-the-minute reportage on our fraught zeitgeist, conveyed with vitality and satirical humour." - Hugh Major Ranging from an individual's birth to the death of the planet, this urgent collection reflects back to us the perilous state of our world. Written by a fed up boomer determined to call out our collective stupidity, Out of the way world is simultaneously justifiably cynical, cavalierly mocking and bitingly realistic. Picture humanity crammed into a gigantic kick-ass double cab ute burning through fossil fuel like there's no tomorrow our symbol of what's important - crucifix tractor Buddha furry kiwi bullet dollar sign fluffy red dice - bouncing under the rear-view mirror as we drive like crazy veering right then left indifferent to the roadkill ... "Hauntingly on the nose. I love this collection. I think everyone should read it right now! Many lines bear rereading and copying for future quotation. I stopped making my list before the end and just enjoyed. It is wonderful!" - Judith Hoch "New Zealand literature has no one quite like Keith Hill. Always surprising, a genuine original." - Roger Horrocks
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The poet has spent most of his life mooching around. Seeking inspiration, he attended a celebrated writing course, but was soon noticed and ordered to leave. He won a prize once, but left it on the bus and never saw it again. The poet accepts children are required to continue the species, but let's face it, how many more do we need? The poet has spent way too many years staring into his shadow. Sad.