tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753486518085091399.post4997778012583195278..comments2024-03-29T03:41:12.499+13:00Comments on Bowalley Road: Norman Kirk - In His Own WordsChris Trotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09081613281183460899noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753486518085091399.post-77299925904956439452012-11-09T20:14:52.797+13:002012-11-09T20:14:52.797+13:00I am gob smacked and crying. I remember those str...I am gob smacked and crying. I remember those streets (in Wellington).<br /><br />I remember Kirk's eloquence.<br /><br />Sigh!peterpeasanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07258344040688251441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753486518085091399.post-32834127535934345782012-11-08T12:26:47.863+13:002012-11-08T12:26:47.863+13:00Great writing, But i particularly liked this sente...Great writing, But i particularly liked this sentence. "They criss-crossed and cut into unimaginative rectangles that filing cabinet of humanity – the working-class suburb." It reminded me of this great Jimmy Reid speech: http://www.heraldscotland.com/news/home-news/man-is-a-social-being-real-fulfilment-for-any-person-lies-in-service-to-his-fellow-men-and-women-1.1047993<br />garyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03054610415272335821noreply@blogger.com