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Collected Works Bookshop closes this week A BIBLIOGRAPHICAL HOMAGE

Here are the first ten books found here at home this morning that could only have been purchased in Australia at Collected Works Bookshop:

1. A Far Rockaway of the heart, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. (New Directions, 1997)

2. Collected essays, by Antoni Tapies. Translated by Josep Miquel Sobrer. (Fundacio Antoni Tapies & Indiana University Press, 2011)

3. The Council of Egypt, by Leonardo Sciascia. Translated by Adrienne Foulke. (Carcanet, 1988)

4. Chemical cart, by Philip Hammial. (Island Press, 1977)

5. Country harbor quiet act around : selected prose, by Larry Eigner. (This Press, 1978)

6. Lost possessions, by Keri Hulme. (Victoria University Press, 1985)

7. The stories and recollections of Umberto Saba. Translated by Estelle Gibson. (Sheep Meadow Press, 1993)

8. Finding the islands, by W.S. Merwin. (North Point Press, 1982)

9. Hotel Lautréamont, by John Ashbery. (Carcanet, 1992)

10. Localities, by Robert Harris. (Seahorse Publications, 1973)

Thank you Kris and Retta for so many years of dedication to readers, poets, conversationalists, downunder beats, over-the-top rhythm sections, introverts and extroverts of every description.


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