Peter Porter has one eye on you and one eye in thought. By accident or design, this photographer has captured the bifocal nature of the poet. The first time I ever met Porter was in the English Department of the University of Melbourne, was it July? I used ‘realised’ in a poem. He took exception to ‘realised’, feeling this word should be used of sculptors who ‘realised’ the form within the matter at their disposal. Not, he felt, in the way I had used ‘realised’, in the sense of a cerebral process. He was keeping an eye on my wherewithal.