Monday, November 29, 2010

Tuesday Poem: Poem for a geography teacher by Anna Livesey

Poem for a geography teacher by Anna Livesey

Esker – the word like ‘whisper’,
saying of itself that it is the silence
left after water rubbed under ice,
after the molecules’ loose regard for each other,
their silky insinuation.

There is death in the world, you have noticed it;
sickness and worry travel close companions.
The ice moves slowly, plucking grit and rock,
cracking substrate, the pieces
picked up and dropped, picked up and dropped.

You can read more about Anna over at The Book Council.
There's a brief review of The Moonmen by Saradha Koirala.
You can buy The Moonmen over at Wheelers.
Thanks to Anna for the poem.

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Saturday, November 27, 2010

Landfall 220

Yeah! I have two new poems in Landfall 220, 'Google Earth' and 'Our Song' (a translation of Wulf and Eadwacer), the abrupt juxtaposition between old and new worlds is certainly a major element of my W.I.P. I'm in good company as the issue features poems by Nick Ascroft, Miro Bilbrough, Zarah Butcher McGunnigle, Bernard Cadogan, Landfall's new editor David Eggleton, Rhian Gallagher, Anna Jackson, Koenraad Kuiper, Brent Kininmont, F.S. Mika, Hannah Newport Watson, the consistently excellent Kerry Popplewell, Tom Weston, Keith Westwater and fiction by my beloved Latika Vasil and Pip Adams.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Tuesday Poem: Mr. Philosophical by Scott Kendrick

Mr Philosophical

My Philosophical, that's what some call me.
For example, right, I once philosophised
With this guy till he had no teeth left, mate.

Get this pure reason critiqued, I told him,
Then - bang! Just like that, head-butted the prick.
A veritable meeting of the minds it was.

Scott Kendrick’s love of language and rhythm, and his keen wit and intelligence has led him to twice win the Wellington Poetry Slam. In 2001 he started the underground political satire newspaper The Babylon Express, which has developed it’s own small cult following.

His first collection Rhyme Before Reason was published in 2001 by HeadworX. He has recently moved back to his hometown of Otaki, after living in Wellington for many years. In 2007, Scott's book Cold Comfort, Cold Concrete: Poems & Satires was published by Seraph Press.

Thanks to Scott for the poem.

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Saturday, November 20, 2010

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

News stories

Here's Harry Ricketts on the poets of the Great War. (I'm looking forward to reading his new book).

British author jailed for contempt in Singapore says
The Independent.

Isn't this a classic case of over-reaction?
Talk about butterflies and wheels.

This story is not even covered by the government controlled Straits Times even though it's on the BBC website.

However, Straits columnist Jasmine Osada is concerned that online shopping should be as safe as possible.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Tuesday poem: Summer by Tim Jones


we're always tired

and it's cold: the stars suck heat
from everything but the heater.

You sleep. I remain

connected. The world
coils about itself,
a can of worms,

coaxial cable.

I set the table
and depart. Half asleep
I think of you. It would be so easy …

but it's cold. You're asleep. The stars
have crystallised.

"When the weather gets warmer," you said —

veiled heat, indefinite
promise of summer.

Tim Jones is a New Zealand (Aotearoa) author of short stories, novels, and poetry, including short story collection Transported, fantasy novel Anarya's Secret, and poetry anthology Voyagers, which won the 2010 Sir Julius Vogel Award for Best Collected Work. He blogs at Books in the Trees.

Thanks to Tim for the poem.

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Friday, November 12, 2010

Watusi Spring Session feat Janis Freegard

Spring sessions at the Watusi, 6 Edwards Street, Central Wellington (off Victoria St.)

Thursday 18th November 8:30pm start, gold coin entry

Janis will be reading, along with Trev Hayes & Mike Tights. There will also be an open mic (so bring your poems/songs) & live music from Reuben Wilson, Jordan Stewart & William Daymond.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Saradha at the Ballroom poster

Another totally packed house--people standing at the back. Great to bump into people you know well; people who you know just a little. It's a community feeling. Good to hear Saradha and listen to the music. I read an unpublished pastoral called 'Four seasons with Chloe.'

Porirua open mike

In from Linzy . . .

fyi next poetry evening in porirua library 25 november - refer porirua city

council website, let your contacts know?!

Poets' Evening : Open Poetry Throne

* In Porirua Library
* Last Thursday of every month
* Starts at 6.00pm
* Read your own poetry, read someone else's poetry or just listen
* Everyone welcome

Monday, November 08, 2010

Tuesday poem: Waiata tangi for Chris and Cru by Siobhan Harvey

Waiata tangi for Chris and Cru

Chris and Cru, you might have been
Plunket babies, kindergarten kids,
delivered on the fortunate journey
through school, varsity and beyond.

Chris and Cru, you might have been
fishermen, bakers, viticulturists,
carpenters, preachers, flight captains.

Chris and Cru, you might have been
Members for Mangere or Manukau Mayors,
Aotearoa’s answer to the Kennedys,
dandling babies, helping us believe,
‘Today, along with our children
and grandchildren, we do not feel minor…’.

Chris and Cru, you might have been
paediatricians caring for victims
of meningococcal, hepatitis, broken ribs,
blunt force trauma, brain damage, homicide.

Chris, you might have been
the next Temuera Morrison,
acting out the role of Jake the Muss,
you might have been another Tuwhare,
old man chanting in the dark, or Hotere,
painting out of black windows.

Cru, you might have been
a major golf champion,
an All-Black captain,
a Werder Bremen striker
who lifted the European Cup.

Chris and Cru, you might have been
fathers, brothers, uncles, husbands,
lovers, kaumatua, leaders of a hikoi.

Chris and Cru, you might have been
more than a Wikipedia obituary,
bringing an end to the killing,
maiming, paining of our kids
by growing into men
AAAAAstrong as a baby’s tears
AAAAAinsistent as a scream
AAAAApassive as a bruise

Siobhan Harvey's first collection,
Lost Relatives will be launched as part of 2011 Book Month. She's the editor of Words Chosen Carefully: New Zealand Writers in Discussion (Cape Catley, 2010) and Our Own Kind: 100 New Zealand Poems (Godwit, 2009). She's Poetry Editor of Takahe and Consulting Editor of International Literary Quarterly.

Siobhan writes:

I wrote this poem for two reasons. Firstly, the survivor of childhood violence, I am driven to embrace and explore, rather than repress and rebuff, brutality against our kids. Secondly, the ongoing ramifications of the Kahui twins deaths teaches us much about our sense of self as a society.

Thanks to Siobhan for the poem.

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Friday, November 05, 2010

Saradha Koirala at The Ballroom

I'm looking for to hearing Saradha . . .


Guest Poet
Saradha Koirala

Wellington based poet and teacher
Saradha Koirala will be reading some
new poems as well as a selection
from her first book, Wit of the
staircase, published last year by
Steele Roberts.


Josie & Mary

Singer songwriter sisters Josie & Mary
Campbell will be accompanied by Robbie
Duncan & Sam Manzanza. Their music
is influenced by their Cook Island
Maori descent and artistic parents.

plus open mic and more....
Sunday 21 November 2010, 4pm – 6pm
The Ballroom Café, Newtown

(corner of Riddiford Street & Adelaide Road)

Poetry @ The Ballroom: 3rd Sunday Every Month

For information contact: Neil Furby,
L. E. Scott, (04) 801-7773 (daytime)

Thursday, November 04, 2010

Love: The Daily Planet

I know I probably shouldn't but this is my notebook and the truth is that once again I can't stop listening to Forever Changes. It all seems so relevant to me.

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Roy Ward Baker obituary

The head lice at school are way out of control!

Film director whose quirky career covered sci-fi, westerns, drama and Hammer horror. He directed the masterpiece Quatermass and the Pit. His obituary is over at The Guardian. Thanks, Roy, for a film which has given much pleasure and which touches at truths difficult to put into words: (ok, say, ) before we were human we were something else within us still.

Monday, November 01, 2010

Tuesday poem: evening in Penzance by Owen Bullock

evening in Penzance

water sluices over the walkway

yellow lichen covers rooftops

a swimmer side-strokes out of the harbour

the Mount gleams in evening light

beckoning, like a gravitational anomaly

young men squabble

the sea whispers something about ancestors

to a conflux of pebbles

as it always does

flags fly, advertising fish and summer

quay steps paddled by dripping feet

a fisherman casts from the pink-stoned promenade

hoping to catch

anything, bass, pollock, mackerel . . .

(that’s the way to travel

walking the walls of the world)

a child sports a smiley-face T-shirt

with an eye patch

a granite bollard is like no other

set, immovable (it seems)

even to the sea

yet you know that that great unspoken power

could, like a volcanoe, when the time is right, explode

seaweed binds the legs of the bridge

growing through glassy water

a man in a beret

drives a white sports car

with red hearts and black butterflies painted on it

a gull holds another gull

that’s slipping from a roof

beak to wing

masts are lined up in blissful chaos

a home-built outrigger

with a basketball float

amongst the tackle

a boat steers through

like many, flying the cross

of St Piran, and named Kelly

Kelly’s was the ice cream

when I was a kid

still is

Owen Bullock's first full collection of poetry sometimes the sky isn't big enough is forthcoming from Steele Roberts.

Poet and editor Owen Bullock was born and lived in Wales before settling in New Zealand. Bullock has won awards for his haiku poetry and is widely published in New Zealand and overseas. His play Noah’s Egg was staged in Hamilton as part of the FUEL Festival of Theatre in 2006. He has been an editor of both Spin and Bravado magazines, as well as co-editor of Kokako, New Zealand's only specialist haiku magazine, and an associate editor of Poetry NZ.

(Copy from The NZ Book Council).

You can find out more about Owen at the NZ Book Council.

Thanks to Owen for the poem.

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