| Jack: | So what do you think of this Newfields bloke? |
| Juanita: | A mixed cup of tea I should say. Some of his poems aren't half-bad, but overall I'm uncomfortable with his ideas. |
| Jack: | I know how what you mean. There's something contradictory about his works. Some of the poems are simple fun with no particular agenda – but writers get into trouble if they try to 'become deep'. |
| Shu: | Hmm. He never really gets deep – just foolish. This happens any time writers get attached to a particular philosophy. |
| Ella: | So you are ambivalent? |
| Juanita: | Damn right. It prefer to think of Newfields as an artist: the same as his mother. |
| Shu: | Who says he was either? What's this book mean to you? |
| Ella: | I can't sum it up in a single thought. All I can say is that a few of the poems and art works spoke to me, but most didn't. |
| Jack: | The ones which don't are actually more interesting: they help me realize just how far poetry and art can go. |
| Shu: | Which is? |
| Jack: | Pretty far! Yet there's always an element of artifice in creation. |
| Shu: | Maybe it is the readers' job to let go . . . |
