what could be better than a sunday afternoon of listening to some of the most incredible poetry in sydney?  okay, apart from winning say, twenty milllion dollars, buying a castle in the remote scottish highlands and writing in one of the turrets with a tam o’shanter pulled down over your ears for the rest of your natural life?  okay, so that’s not entirely everyone’s cup of tea.  but it is mine.  with milk and two sugars and a custard cream for dooking.   here are a few pics of some of the poets who read on sunday including, yours truly, anne casey, michelle seminara, anne walsh, eileen chong and anna forsyth.