Why Did You But That?

...a question I am often asked by R on returning home with a bundle of bits and pieces. Sometimes he asks with more incredulity than interest, sometimes the other way around. In this case, of course, I was attracted by the cover: strong black and white design always attracts me to a book. Having picked it up I discover it is a small stapled booklet of poetry from 1972. But the clincher, in this case, has got to be that this is the first and only book I have ever picked up in a bookshop that was published in Papua New Guinea.