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A first reading of "To Tina, on the Occasion of Her New Breasts" leaves one in no doubt that one is in the presence of a truly extraordinary work. Of course, on one level, there is an undeniably earthy, even pithy quality to the poem. One is immediately put in mind of the ubiquitous Young Lady of Buckingham, whose colorful exploits have inspired so many poets through the ages. And yet surely there is more, much more, to this work.
Of course, Queensland's vibrant poetry scene is justly famous for its earthy qualities. No one who has read "Will You Look at the Arse on that Sheilah?" by Bruce Figgins or "My Enormous Trouser Snake" by Richard Head can be in any doubt of the significant stirrings that are taking place Down Under.
What imparts to this poem its peculiar power? Surely it is the sheer honest and uninhibited joy with which Hogwalloper approaches his theme. This is a celebration of the breast, a hymn to the mammary. One imagines the
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To Tina, On the Occasion of Her New Breasts
By Rupert Hogwalloper
Tina, Tina
I've never seen a
Pair of paps like those.
Two proud titties
Sitting pretty
And pouting through your clothes.
Grown from Nature's small creations,
Thanks to Mankind's skill and patience.
See the ripened fruit that burgeons
And thank the Lord who gave us surgeons.
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