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Poetry Shelf Lounge: Anna Jackson launches AUP New Poets 6

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Welcome to AUP New Poets 6 launch. Settle back with a glass of wine or a cup of tea and enjoy the launch. You can order the book from your favourite bookshop once they are open. The book is beautiful – I can’t wait to share my thoughts on it soon.

Congratulations Anna Jackson, Vanessa Crofskey, Ben Kemp and Chris Stewart.

Cheers!

 

From publisher Sam Elworthy:

Thanks to editor Anna Jackson’s mighty work, AUP NEW POETS has come back with a bang. And in AUP NEW POETS 6 (our second in the new format, this time a book in rumpled bed sheets), the poets turn things inside out and upside down. Ben Kemp, our first poet coming down the line from Papua New Guinea. Vanessa Crofskey, our first poet to lead us to include fold-outs and colour in a poetry book (and excel graphs and arrival cards). And Chris Stewart, well his poetry is from Christchurch as a husband and a father, which may or may not be a first for us but we like it very much.

So I’m sorry that our launch can only be virtual because I would have loved to see Vanessa and Chris in live action (and Ben coming in over the ether) but thanks to Paula for hosting us here and to the great team who made the book: editor Nic Ascroft and proofer Louise Belcher; designer Greg Simpson; Creative New Zealand for the funding and the lovely AUP team, Katharina Bauer, Sophia Broom and Andy Long.

 

 

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From editor Anna Jackson:

This is a collection of poems that deserves a party so thank you to Paula Green for organising this poetry party on Poetry Shelf, and thank you to Time Out Bookstore who would have been hosting an actual launch with people actually at it, if we weren’t all now in lock-down. They can’t process orders now but please remember to support the bookshop and support the poets by placing an order that can be filled after the lockdown is lifted.

I love this collection, which brings together three such different poets as Ben Kemp, Vanessa Crofskey and Chris Stewart. It moves from Ben Kemp’s slow-paced attentive readings of place and people, in a selection moving between Japan and New Zealand, to the velocity of Vanessa Crofskey’s fierce, funny, intimate and political poetry, which takes the form of shopping lists, post-it notes, graphs, erasures, a passenger arrival card and even *poetry*, and finally to Chris Stewart’s visceral take on the domestic, the nights cut to pieces by teething, the gravity of love and the churn of time.

There is so much in this anthology, poems about whale strandings, teething, dispossession, loss, the pain of physical exercise, the embarrassment of swimwear, the gravity of responsibility, the love you feel with the shiver of your skin, friends to watch Ferris Bueller’s Day Off with a parent to the rescue, cherry blossom, the chatter of 10.000 sea-gulls, clean sheets, rice, bathing a child, white washed pages, red ink and more. We need poetry at a time like this and if we can’t buy books, we can read the books we have, and if we run out of books, we won’t run out of poetry on the internet, and if we have to self-isolate, we don’t have to be alone.

Thank you to the poets for their poetry, to Sam Elworthy and all the team at Auckland University Press and to editor Nick Ascroft, for bringing this book into the world.

 

 

Poet Erik Kennedy says a few words and reads a poem by Chris Stewart:

 

 

 

 

And now for the AUP poets (Chris Stewart, Ben Kemp and Vanessa Crofskey):

 

Chris Stewart reads three poems:

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Ben Kemp reads:

 

 

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Vanessa Crofskey reads ‘I used to play the silent game even during the lunch breaks’

 

 

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Ben, Chris and Vanessa in conversation

 

Chris to Ben: You make links between cultures in your poems. What ideas do you want to ‘get at’ in this way?

When I was a child, we used to visit the local marae every Wednesday and listen to the elders tell stories. These experiences really shaped me. The stories were mystical and deeply embedded in the natural world. Years later, I came into contact with the films of Akira Kurosawa, and I was immediately struck by a familiar energy. I explored Japanese film, theatre and literature for a number of years, and began to explore ways to fuse.

The Fauvist movement, and particularly the paintings of Paul Gauguin also greatly influenced me. The contrast and the juxtaposition of colours has always inspired me. In poetry, the concept of plucking two unfamiliar images from different cultures, and placing them alongside each other often creates a fascinating reaction, and a new energy.

As artists, we are all searching for new ground. In poems, we endeavour to express emotions in a new way, constantly exploring alternative perspectives and all the space in between.

 

Chris to Ben:  I like how you use space in your poems (e.g. the poem oto (sound)). How important do you think space on the page is to a poem, and what informs your choices about that in terms of form?

Miles Davis claimed that the most important notes were the ones you don’t play. Every word must serve a purpose and be innately linked to the whole of the poem. For that reason, I spend quite a lot of time on the editing and refining process. I like space, and the careful arrangement of the poem on the page creates breathing space for the eye. I also often use space to replace punctuation because it declutters the page.

 

Chris to Ben: The essence of I seems to have some connection to song of myself by Walt Whitman. What parts of Walt Whitman appeal to you, and how do you think they appear in your poems?

Both Walt Whitman and Henry Miller outlined a process where the person must die in order for the artist to grow from the ashes. I had a similar experience in my early twenties. Both writers have been influential on me. Walt Whitman, because he so acutely mined his own consciousness, both evolution and devolution. Whitman is a celebration of everything that is light and dark in the human spirit. The other aspect of Whitman that I have always enjoyed is the way he is able to weave tenderness, fragility, intimacy and brazenness. His lens is so wide, but he is able to pull it all together into his single stream of consciousness.

 

Chris to Ben: My favourite poem of yours is Ranginui’s tomb. I loved the flow and sound of the sentences, but can you expand on what meaning the last line ‘the tree that grows in someone else’s garden’ has for you?

I guess the line is more a reflection of my own feelings of displacement i.e. being both Maori and Pakeha. I love humanity and hate it at the same time. I will often draw humanity in with affection, then in the next line, throw it away in disgust. I fear for the environment and our disregard for it horrifies and frightens me. Personifying the natural world enables me to express how poorly we treat it. I used Maori gods and placed them in an unfamiliar setting, in order to sharpen a sense of displacement.

 

Ben to Chris: In Gravity (btw it’s stunning) It seems you’ve drawn on the place and experience before birth. Why were you drawn there?

OK so what happened with that was there was a very clear trigger for that poem, and it was the birth of my second daughter. It was supposed to happen in hospital… but it happened on the veranda on the way to the car. Luckily, the midwife was there! It went waaaay better than the hospital birth for our first daughter – Jo (my amazing) said it was kind of a healing experience for her. Gravity was more drawn from the place and experience of the immediate post birth: The midwife was fiddling around with the placenta (we’ve still got them in our freezer!) and commenting on what it looked like and what it meant. It reminded me of some sort of neolithic wizardy person reading the rune stones, and I thought that I could write a poem about that kind of cosmic stuff. I mean, childbirth is kind of a cosmic experience. Of course that was just the trigger, and you do tend to go away from the trigger a bit in the writing process. I did feel a bit like I really had to get it down; the initial brainstorm happened very quickly, but it took me about three months to work on it. It was one of those poems that was like an ice sculpture; the big block of ice was frozen in place quite early, and the chipping away of small pieces around the edges happened bit by bit over time until I kind of just knew it was done. A big shout out to the Sweet Mammalian crew for selecting it (Hannah Mettner, Magnolia Wilson, and Morgan Bach); I think it was the second poem that I ever got published, and it really made me think, ‘yeah, I can do this’.

 

Ben to Chris: How do you develop the rhythm and structure of each poem? Is it instinctual? Why have you chosen not use commas throughout?

Yes. I think it is instinctual. I do think that people must just have their own sense of rhythm that comes out in their writing style, in the same way as you can listen to some people talk, and others: not so much… I don’t set out to write ‘rhythmic’ poetry – I do try to work with symbolism and imagery purposefully, though. I definitely edit stuff if I think it needs to ‘sound better’ or if there are awkward sentence structures that need ‘smoothing out’.

The commas thing: well, I don’t usually like using punctuation at all for a variety of reasons. Firstly, punctuation is used to make things clear when clarity is a primary purpose. In poetry, I don’t think clarity is a primary purpose; there are a lot of interesting effects that happen in the reader’s mind as they read without punctuation. I also want the line break to do work: surprise, ambiguous meanings, pace etc… In saying that, I do shy away from finishing and starting different sentences on the same line without full stops. The poem ‘mummy’ is one example of where I’ve done that, though – I think that’s more about pace than meaning. Punctuation tends to ‘direct’ the reader, and I don’t want to do that. Kerrin P Sharpe is a NZ poet who really goes to the limit of the whole ‘say no to punctuation’ thing. If you want to get a sense of the effects it can create in terms of ambiguity and pace, check her stuff out.

 

Ben to Chris: Stepping back from poetry, how has the birth of your children changed and reshaped you as an artist and a person?

As an artist: I manage my time better! Being a creative person, it’s really difficult to settle into a creative process. It takes a lot of brain space to organise yourself in order to create art… I get very little time that I can actually allocate to that; it’s usually between 8-10pm, and I’m usually buggered from the non-stop day, so unless I have a specific idea for a poem that is churning away and I’m really motivated to drive that forward, I just don’t do it. I find I write my best stuff if I’ve been thinking about poetry and writing regularly for at least a couple of weeks (I’ve heard it called ‘oiling the machine’), and sometimes I’m in that mode, and sometimes I’m not. It happens in fits and starts. Poetry / writing is definitely something that I come back to and is there in me; it will always come out eventually.

As a person: my priority is family. Every decision I make is about ‘how will this affect my family?’ That includes putting work and writing behind that. I feel quite guilty if I think I’m not ‘present’ for my kids. In saying that, as a secondary school teacher, I often feel I put more energy into other people’s kids than my own kids. Also a source of guilt. When I get home I’m often too tired to really give them the best of me. I’ve started to have very little patience for people who waste my time, too, because having kids means you have to be efficient if you want to achieve anything.

 

Ben to Chris: Why do you write poetry? What drives you? What does the craft give you in return?

Fantastic question. I write poetry because I want to make things. I like making things out of words – things that sound cool and mean something. Sometimes I kind of just get a feeling that I want to bash certain images together or that I want to write something about something-or-other, and I can’t get rid of the urge until I’ve sat down and got it out in a poem. It can actually affect my relationships, like, if all I want to do is sit down and write a poem, and someone else needs me to do something, then I can get quite irritated. The craft gives me what people often call ‘flow’. I get that when i’m in the middle of writing something and it gets to the point where the language I’ve gathered starts to fit together and it all seems to drive itself. I think writing is like putting a puzzle together, but you have to create the pieces yourself as well. That’s the fun bit. I enjoy the feeling of potential when I sit down to do a poem.

 

Chris to Vanessa: The poem PTSD memes for the anxious / avoidant teen: I find the grid form quite innovative. What effect do you think that adds to the poem? How is it different to other structural techniques that you could have chosen to separate the units of meaning within the poem?

The structure of this poem had to be split up to accommodate page sizing, but it is meant to be like a Bingo grid!

I was inspired by the bingo memes I saw all over the internet that related common experiences to each other, it seemed like a way to confess certain behaviours or feelings without making yourself isolated or vulnerable.

So I wanted to replicate that in my poems to be able to speak about how I felt about something personal, which was sexual trauma.

 

Chris to Vanessa: Some of your poems seem to be ‘getting at’ the subject of ‘identity politics’ (e.g. every time auckland council says ‘diversity targets,’ my phone vibrates). What do you think your poems are saying about that?

I think identity politics in general can be a bizarre and wild minefield to navigate. It is one I feel aware of in my everyday experience.

I think it’s ironic that people own your identity more than you do yourself. I suppose I’m writing from a place of only just beginning to know myself and yet it feels like that is such a public journey, people put things and assumptions on you before you even make the first step. So you’re always battling against something or clearing away the debris before you find your pathway.

 

Chris to Vanessa: ‘peak hour Kmart lines of salmon dancing’. I love the surprising imagery and incongruous juxtapositions in your poems. What work do you want juxtaposition and imagery to do in your poems?

I have ADHD so I think I just jump around in my brain anyway!!!! Lol. I suppose I’m interested in breaking up the narrative tone people assume, or the given pathway of a poem. I like using metaphor and imagery to surprise people, which makes them have to reorient themselves in a written landscape. You can take someone anywhere.

 

Chris to Vanessa: In the poem ‘Beauty‘, I’m interested in the ‘redaction’ technique you’ve employed. What effect do you want that to create for the reader?

I think I wanted to make my process of retraction and deletion visible, to show the process that occurs prior to a surface feeling smooth.

I think that’s what beauty feels like to me, dangerous and bumpy, so it didn’t make sense for the way it was written to be glossy. I want people to think about what’s been removed and hidden, and perhaps why.

 

Vanessa to Chris: Ben might have asked u this already!!! But what draws you to lowercase? Is there anything in particular that makes you feel more comfortable using a more casual style of grammar?

Hhmmm… yep. I do feel comfortable using a more relaxed style of punctuation because it opens bits of a poem more to interpretation – I don’t think my grammar is casual, though. I do try to make my sentences sound ‘correct’. But the lower case thing… I guess what I’d add to my answer to Ben’s question would be I think some poets, for example Nick Ascroft is one, use capitals at the beginning of every line, and I think this might be an appeal to tradition… Maybe I don’t really care about tradition? I like to strip it all back to the essential nature of words themselves. I was told to use capitals for words like ‘Russian’ and stuff like that, though, and I didn’t mind that. There are a couple of poems in there that I’ve punctuated ‘correctly’.

 

Vanessa to Chris: I am interested in how the domestic unfolds into the astronomical in your writing. What motivates you to write about a specific moment in particular?

I suppose elevating the mundane is one way of putting it. I’ve always been taught that small moments are powerful in writing, so I guess I do try to focus on moments in detail just because I think that’s what good writing does… A specific moment in real life can be a trigger, and I find once I start to unpack it in writing, a lot of symbolism and meaning can fall out of it, so unpacking a moment works for me. I think there’s only a couple of poems that play with astronomical imagery. I guess it’s the bigness of the universe that I draw on to compare to the small moments that seem big.
Vanessa to Chris: There is a force of nature that lies beneath your poems. How do you think your present surroundings/ being from Aotearoa New Zealand impacts the way you write?

I’m really interested in what you mean by ‘force of nature’. Do you mean they seem powerful in some way? If so, thanks for the compliment! Is that a mood / atmosphere thing? A mate of mine, Erik Kennedy, said that he thought I was good at creating moods, so maybe that’s what you mean. Is there a particular poem that you think is a good example of that? I take the stance that writing is just words, rather than being in any way connected to, like, my spiritual essence or something. Once the words come out, I’m quite detached from them in the editing process; I just want to make them ‘work’ as a piece of writing, and sometimes that involves ‘deleting’ those lines and phrases that I may feel the most connected to – you’ve got to be a bit detached from the ‘forces of nature’ if you’re going to ‘kill your babies’ so to speak. IDK whether that’s what you meant, though.

I have definitely tried to write poems about being from Aotearoa, but I don’t think any of them have been good enough to be published! I think that most of the poetry I read comes from NZ poets; I like to keep up to date with the contemporary journals, and of course there may be some features of language that happen subconsciously in my poems that are just because I’m ‘a New Zealander’, but putting ‘New Zealandness’ into my poems is not something that is ever at the forefront of my mind when I sit down to write.

 

Vanessa to Ben: Your writing is so beautiful! What is the place of food in your poetry?

Food is a sensory experience, the transition from material, to the tongue, to chemicals in the brain, to emotion is mind-blowing to me. It epitomises everything that is extraordinary and mystical about the experience of living one single life.

Food also forms the cornerstone of a culture. Generally, we can trace a handful of key ingredients in every culture. Defining culture through one ingredient is fascinating to me. It’s challenging but interesting!

 

Vanessa to Ben: Your writing spans several languages through words and phrases – from English to Japanese to te reo Māori. What is interesting to you, or important, about using the phrases of the original languages (without necessarily prefacing or explaining them)?

Interesting question. I think it is  a lot about the phonetic beauty of language and how they interact with English when placed alongside each other. As poets, we explore meaning, but the phonetic composition is equally as important, drawing from other languages broadens the palette. I have also drawn on quotes, which allows me to go directly to the source, or the essence of the person who uttered them.

 

Vanessa to Ben: Writing from the perspective of being a Māori person living in Japan feels both curious and insightful, a place to discover both foreign and common cultural connections anew. Which poem were you most surprised by, in terms of what you wrote or gained insight around?

I have always been drawn into Maori culture, but it has never really accepted me. I am of mixed ethnicity and that has always created huge tension in me. I’m not sure any poet truly accepts themselves! I think ‘The Japanese Moko’ was my boldest attempt to blend. The poem/vessel is so short/small, but I feel that I was able to get both Japanese and Maori words/images to snuggle into each other comfortably.  I think that the title ‘The Japanese Moko’ is very risky, but I was happy to put it out there.

 

The poets

Ben Kemp works as a primary school teacher in Papua New Guinea where he has lived for the past three years with his diplomat wife and three children. Gisborne-born Kemp arrived in the Pacific following six years in Australia and ten years in Japan. Tokyo was where he discovered his passion for Kabuki theatre and Japanese film and literature. Between 2003 and 2010 he recorded three studio albums with his band Uminari and toured in Japan, Australia and New Zealand. His artistic work has often explored the nexus between Japanese and Māori/Polynesian culture. He credits the late Taupo-based Māori writer and mentor Rowley Habib with helping him tap into poetry and original writing in his twenties.

Vanessa Crofskey (born in 1996) is a writer and artist of Hokkien Chinese and Pākehā descent. She graduated from Auckland University of Technology with a degree in Sculpture in 2017. Through her practice she investigates social connection: how we form identities through intimacy, inheritance, location and violence. Vanessa has published and presented widely as an interdisciplinary artist – in performance spaces, galleries, festivals plus digital and print publications. She has written for The Spinoff, Gloria Books, New Zealand Herald, Dear Journal, Hainamana and other serious publishing places. She is also a two-time poetry slam champion and award-winning theatre maker but we promise that doesn’t detract from the rest of her career and personality. Vanessa currently works for The Pantograph Punch as a staff writer, and as a curator at Window Gallery (University of Auckland). She advocates for complex trauma survivors and those with attention deficit disorder, plus is very funny and knows a lot about what snacks to eat.

Chris Stewart was born in Wellington but grew up in Christchurch. He has a BA in History and Art History with minors in English and Education from the University of Otago and two graduate diplomas in teaching. After completing the course at the Hagley Writers’ Institute in 2015, winning The Margaret Mahy Prize, his poems have been published in New Zealand journals such as Snorkel, Takahē, Sweet Mammalian, Brief, Catalyst, Mimicry, Blackmail Press, and Aotearotica. He regularly attends the monthly open mic event ‘Catalyst’, a forum for literary and performance poets in Christchurch. Most importantly, he is a son, a brother, a husband, and a father.

 

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Thanks everyone – do mark this book on your list to buy once bookshops are back in business. I am raising my glass and declaring this beautiful book well and truly launched.

 

Kia kaha

Keep well

Keep imagining

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry Shelf connections: Choman Hardi

 

Several years ago I had the sublime pleasure of talking on stage with poet Choman Hardi at the Auckland Writers Festival. It is an experience I will never forget. She has just sent me a link to this fabulous essay she has written. It is essential reading. It speaks of connections, the power of poetry in the face of unspeakable things. I am so thankful for the internet and we can make these connections. She believes:

I believe that poetry is the perfect medium to tell difficult and marginalised stories. It is perfect not only because it can challenge the dominant narratives and accepted realities, but also because it rescues us from apathy, reconnects us to our feelings, and helps us to continue resisting! It brings our rational side together with our emotions and makes us whole once again, ready to resist and defy. For us, poetry has been the means to challenge a history which is usually written by others, and sometimes by ‘hostile’ others. We have turned to poetry in the face of oppression, violence, and erasure. We have reclaimed our denied homeland and language through poetry. We have ‘survived’ through poetry. For people like us, poetry can be as essential as food and shelter because the survival of a people does not just mean their physical survival but also the survival of their language, history, and culture.

 

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‘In the first of our long reads Choman Hardi narrates the survival of the Kurdish people though one hundred years of repression and violence, telling us of the power of poetry to rebuild connections and “speak the unspeakable”, detailing her work to achieve gender equality and change long-held views through her poetry and activism.’

 

Read the full piece here.

 

Choman was born in Sulaimani and lived in Iraq before her family sought asylum in the UK in 1993. She graduated from Oxford university with BA in philosophy and psychology, London University with an MA in Philosophy and Kent with a PhD in Mental Health. Her post-doctoral research into genocide survivors resulted in Genocide: Anfal Survivors in Kurdistand Iraq. She has published poetry collections in both English and Kurdish. In 2014 she moved back to Sulaimani to teach at the American University of Iraq and became Chair in English the following year. Her most recent collection in English, Considering the Women, is what I claim as an essential poetry reading experience. It shows that poetry has the power to connect across global divides, to shine light on stories in the shadows, at times unbearable, at times emitting enduring strength.

Choman is currently the Director of AUIS’s Center for Gender and Development Studies, and a Co-Director of the UKRI GCRF Gender, Justice and Security Hub. Her research focuses on women’s experiences of political violence as well as their role in social and political movements. On the GCRF Hub, Choman is researching about the role of institutions and practices on the construction of an aggressive and sexually exploitative masculinity which victimises women. The project aims to develop means of develop and promote a culture of non-violence and sensitivity amongst the younger generation of men.

 

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Choman Hardi Considering the Women, Bloodaxe Books, 2011

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry Shelf Poem Festival: Furniture

 

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Each month I gather and invite poems on a particular theme. End of February I was musing on the idea of furniture. On Tuesday night (March 24th) I woke at 12.30 am and was awake until dawn. At one point I was thinking about how most of us are now living in domestic bubbles and how some of us might be developing new relationships with the furniture. We might sit at the table longer and talk after dinner. We might choose a chair on the deck to read a novel until we get to the last page. We might heap all the furniture in the lounge like a miraculous Quentin Blake hut for our children to play in. But then I began thinking about the beauty,  the craft and the comfort a chair might offer. The way our minds might sometimes be full of chairs and tables.

Thank you for all those who contributed.

 

for Felix

a black shawl over a chair

& the corner

composed itself.

the light came from outside

& delayed/on the

delphinium

& behind the oak trees

1 2 3

a grey stripe

is a tennis court

& men have

white shirts only

& sometimes

arms

while the ball

flying/occasionally

thru trees

keeps the moon

in motion.

 

Joanna Margaret Paul  Like Love Poems (Victoria University Press, 2006)

 

 

 

Summer

 

New white sheets

on the line.

Even the pegs

are warm.

 

Our youngest son

leaks sand.

 

Iris the dog snores

on the green sofa.

 

Cat!

 

Out!                we cry.

My husband glows

in the dark.

 

Jenny Bornholdt  Selected Poems (Victoria University Press, 2016)

 

 

The Camphorwood Chest  

 

my husband dreams of a Japanese garden

 

a room with nothing but a chair

a vase of white lilies

a view of water

 

but my home is like a camphorwood chest

that Chinese mothers give to their daughters

it is carved with the detail of living

a phoenix with wings raised for flight

a pine tree leaning forever in the wind

lotus flowers and chrysanthemums

clouds that could be leaves that could be clouds

 

from here I look out over water

 

Alison Wong from Cup (Steele Roberts, 2005)

 

 

tastes like wine (dawn sonnet)

after Catullus 48

 

tastes like wine, this boy sitting across from me, his

honey eyes looking like yours as he implores

me to join him on the floor

the table a low ceiling swirling

like a chandelier

in the earthquake of these kisses

table legs circling

like the blades of a combine harvester

every kiss is a near miss

my heart escaping like a mouse

into the corn

the summer’s sun all rolled into one

ripeness I can

never get enough of

 

Anna Jackson

 

 

Late bloomers

 

It is still warm enough to sit outside. Einstein sits at the end of the table

to light the citronella candle. He is not sure how effective it will be, but

mosquitoes tend to gravitate towards him. He is full of enthusiasm about

taking the opposite direction.

 

Paula Green  The Baker’s Thumbprint (Seraph Press, 2013)

 

 

Reading room

 

Up in the great reading-room in the sky,

the writers twitch, deep in leather armchairs,

dreaming about all those they are read by

or what rival’s work is ignored for theirs.

Ping. Someone’s begun Catcher in the Rye.

Salinger grins: still ringing down the years.

Austen rolls her eyes; Fowles lets out a sigh.

Ping. Ping. Ping. No ping-a-ling like Shakespeare’s.

 

Li Bo leans over, taps Plath on the arm.

Woolf and Dante quiz Byron on sin.

Eliot smiles his Giaconda smile.

Pung. Nichols starts up. Just a false alarm.

Montaigne gives Wilde some tips on style.

The Brontës share a joint with Larkin.

 

Harry Ricketts

 

 

 

the first time i told, i was drunk

 

the  second  time  i  told,  i  was

euphoric and

 

the third time too

 

it  was  like  i  was  speaking  myself

into being

by  saying  the  words  i

was

weaving     my     Abstract     Internal

Furniture      into      a      gown      of

shimmering fabric

 

or at least that’s how i

IMAGINE it, and

thewordsbecamefleshanddwelt amongusandisaidlettherebe …

 

Helen Rickerby    Abstract Internal Furniture (HeadworX, 2001)

 

 

Kia kaha

Keep well

Keep imagining

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry Shelf noticeboard: National Poetry Day update

 

National Flash Fiction Day / 22 June 2020

 

The NFFD 2020 competition is still open for entries!

And we are hosting free online discussion groups this month…

 

As New Zealand moves to be a safer place with Covid-19 updates coming daily, NFFD brings you online roundtable discussions to brush up your flash and keep your energy flowing during these challenging times.

Free of charge and in a place near you, with past winners and judges participating as well, including Emma Neale, Tracey Slaughter, Patrick Pink, Tim Jones, Gail Ingram, Rachel Smith and more.


If you are feeling isolated or stranded with your writing, you may turn to small fictions. Short bursts of inspiration may connect us all. Give it a go – see how flash may be therapeutic, comforting and inspiring…

Join a ZOOM roundtable discussion! See the NFFD Events page for more information.

How to enter the 2020 competition here.

 

And tune into Radio New Zealand this Sunday as Tracey Slaughter speaks with Lynn Freeman on Standing Room Only.

Watch this space for updates: nationalflash.org

Queries: nationalflash@gmail.com

 

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Poetry Shelf Lounge: VUP launches Mikaela Nyman’s Sado

 

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Welcome to the online book launch of Mikaela Nyman’s novel Sado (Victoria University Press). Settle back with a glass of wine before dinner and let’s raise our glasses!

 

Publisher Fergus Barrowman welcomes us and the book:

 

 

 

Mikaela Nyman introduces us to Sado with a reading:

 

 

 

From Kirsten McDougall, VUP publicist:

This launch was to be held in person with wine and food at Vic Books, Kelburn. We are sorry we don’t get to celebrate the launch of the book by supporting Vic Books and we ask that when business resumes, readers support them.

Here’s a link to our webpage – where people can buy the reader through Mebooks for kindle or any other ereader. People can also read the first chapter of Sado on PDF from a link on that page too.

 

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Four  questions for Mikaela (VUP Blog, March 2020)

 

Your debut novel, Sado, is set in Port Vila, Vanuatu, just after Cyclone Pam caused massive destruction in the islands. Can you tell us about the genesis for your story?

It grew out of the realisation that Vanuatu didn’t seem to feature on people’s radar in New Zealand – despite the fact that it is only a three-hour direct flight away, and we have thousands of Ni-Vanuatu come every year to work in our vineyards and orchards. The majority of New Zealanders I encountered who had visited Vanuatu, had only been there for a day, on a cruise ship holiday. They ‘had done Vanuatu,’ or so they kept telling me. The absoluteness of this statement threw me. I was privileged to spend four years in Vanuatu and feel I’ve barely dipped below the surface – thanks to the generosity of friends, colleagues, villagers, public officials and artists who have shared the richness of their respective cultures, experiences and languages with me over time. Vanuatu stretches over 80 islands and has more than 100 languages. There’s a lot more to it than Port Vila. Yet the exotic island holiday paradise narrative prevails.

Across the Pacific, entire populations brace themselves every year for the cyclone season. But for Vanuatu it wasn’t until Cyclone Pam radically transformed the landscape in 2015 that the outside world took notice. And even then it only lasted for a moment, until a greater natural disaster in another part of the world superseded Pam. And in a heartbeat the world’s attention on a suffering small Pacific island nation was gone. It could make you cynical. Or you could start writing about it … I guess as an islander (albeit from the Northern hemisphere), and as someone who has always tried to make sense of the world by writing about it, I wanted to share a more nuanced and complex reality that included the everyday desires, tragedies, joys, limitations and absurdities that tend to make up island life.

 

You have two main protagonists, Cathryn, a New Zealand national working in Port Vila, and Faia, a Ni-Vanuatu woman, and colleague of Cathryn. Can you talk about the relationship between these two characters and how you went about the creation of these two very different people?

Cathryn and Faia are amalgams of many people I’ve encountered. There are aspects of their personalities that are made up, because the story demanded it. They are both devoted mothers and have worked together for several years in a fictional non-governmental organisation, yet Cathryn remains more reliant on Faia than vice versa.

Faia is part of a larger and more complicated local scene, with more obligations and reciprocal relationships than Cathryn will ever have. Their relationship traverses that awkward territory where they are no longer merely work colleagues, but neither are they very close friends. I wanted to explore that tension – how far you can push friendship, what may break it; what you are able to forgive, and how.

From a young age, I was hooked on Toni Morrison’s novels. Decades later, I found her insightful lectures, published as Playing in the dark: whiteness and the literary imagination, where Toni Morrison speaks about the perils of writing ‘blackness’ (specifically African-American), and equally the perils of not writing about it enough, and thereby contributing to erasing part of the world’s population from historical records and literature. I did not wish to contribute to that erasure. And I did not want a single narrative that in its incompleteness reinforces stereotype, to paraphrase Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.

I explored ways to include other voices and came across a helpful essay on Toni Morrison’s paired characters in her novels. It discusses how time and again Morrison’s perceived protagonist serves as an ironic anti-hero, while a secondary character, with a seemingly lesser role, demonstrates courage and overcomes immense personal and cultural obstacles. The ‘seemingly lesser role’ and the common assumption that there is only one protagonist, usually the one who takes up most space, resonated with me as an apt description of what I was trying to achieve. It confirmed to me that Cathryn, albeit the perceived protagonist, could indeed be the anti-hero. What I needed was a radical and tangible shift to physically wrestle authority from Cathryn and pass it to Faia.

 

There is a lot of discussion presently around the ethics of what stories a writer can write – can you talk about what it was like for you to write Sado? What considerations played into your writing and research of writing a novel set in Vanuatu? 

I don’t think I would ever have written a story set in Vanuatu without actually having lived there. The experience of being hammered by Cyclone Pam, a devastating Category 5+ super cyclone, is part of my own lived experience, it is my story to tell (although I hasten to add that my personal circumstances were not the same as Cathryn’s). Apart from the cyclone, there was a lot to consider. Vanuatu was never going to be reduced to mere setting, for a start.

The discovery that Vanuatu doesn’t really feature in New Zealander’s imagination was followed by a realisation that Ni-Vanuatu women’s voices and creative expressions are underrepresented, particularly in literature. I was fortunate to have Teresia Teaiwa read some of my early draft chapters and give me positive feedback before she unexpectedly passed away. It gave me the confidence to continue on this track. ‘We are tired of having to constantly explain ourselves to the outside world,’ Teresia said several times, talking about the Pasifika community in New Zealand, and more broadly about the experience of women of colour in various parts of the world. She handed me a copy of ‘Identity, Skin, Blood, Heart’ by Minnie Bruce Pratt, and Lisa King’s writing on rhetorical sovereignty and rhetorical alliance in the writing classroom.

And so I chose to become an ally and supporter, and perhaps a conduit for New Zealanders to glean a different perspective of their Pacific neighbour. To help explain what it feels like to be at the receiving end of such a natural disaster in our Pacific neighbourhood and to have to deal with an unprecedented influx of responders and well-intended, but perhaps misplaced, relief efforts.

In parallel, I’ve shared my writing, my knowledge and skills with emerging Ni-Vanuatu women writers, facilitating creative writing workshops and collaborative poetry events, in order to find my place in the world and enable Ni-Vanuatu writers to grow as writers and see their work published. ‘Nothing about us without us,’ one of my Māori colleagues said to me when we discussed the ethos informing my research and novel writing. It reinforced my decision that working in alliance and collaboration would be the best ethical choice. Taking heart from the fact that these Ni-Vanuatu women writers were among my first readers and encouraged me to keep writing this world that they recognised, while at the same time ensuring I left space for Ni-Vanuatu writers to tell their own stories. The kind of insider stories I couldn’t possibly tell.

 

You are also a published poet in your native language. How does your writing in different tongues as well as in different modes – poetry and prose – influence how you write?

I was told my alternative novel titles were too poetic, for a start! Writing in my own mother tongue was a project of writing myself out of personal grief and back to my own language universe. Through language I can belong to different worlds. I actually dream in different languages. I thought I had lost my Swedish and Finnish vocabulary, that they’d been erased by English. It doesn’t seem to be the case, although I know I haven’t been able to keep up with the slang and ever evolving obscene language.

I’ve found it’s more difficult to translate my own poetry than my prose. Language evolves according to its own logic and grammatical rules, complete with specific metaphors and implied subtexts. When I write I have to stay focused on the language I’m using in that moment to make it full justice. It can be quite tiring and takes time, with lots of cross-checking if my family keeps interrupting. Some scenes in the novel started as poems, other bits were cut from the novel but morphed into poems. At the end of the day, poetry and fiction are just different languages in which to express what matters most to me.

 

 

Thank you for coming. Please refresh your glass, make a note of the book, and enjoy the rest of your evening.

 

Next Poetry Shelf Lounge book launch will be Anna Jackson launching AUP New Poets 6 on Saturday around 5 pm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry Shelf offers a solace list from fiction writers

 

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Last week I invited a gathering of poets to pick a poetry book that has given solace. This week I turned to Aotearoa fiction writers. A raft of fiction writers.

Last week we could go to bookshops and order online, and I had started my phone an independent bookshop to get NZ picks and buy a book or two. That is on hold.

And now today we are in our wee bubbles for at least a month. It feels like books are rafts upon which we can float and drift. Lloyd Jones used the word comfort. Perfect word. We can find comfort in all manner of reading experiences.

I woke up at 4 am, having had six hours sleep in a row, which felt like a miracle after two hours the night before. It is as though we have body worry, this strange time when we reach out in new ways. Ah but it gave me great comfort assembling this in the early hours of this morning. I have made a list of books from this I am itching to read.

Over on Poetry Box I am posting something every day by me or other children’s authors. Today I am reading a book of mine most special to me Aunt Concertina and her Niece Evalina and laying a challenge for children.

I feel like I have 65 years worth (minus a few months) of books inside me that have comforted me. Here are three books that in their astonishingness gave me top-level book comfort: The Milkman Anna Burns, The Absolute Book Elizabeth Knox, The Burning River Lawrence Patchett.

More lists in the pipeline!

 

 

Rajorshi Chakraborti

Karori Confidential: Selected Columns by Leah McFall (Luncheon Sausage Books, 2018)

When I looked at my shelves in search of books that might give people especial pleasure at this time, I saw Karori Confidential by Leah McFall and immediately had my candidate, even though it isn’t fiction. What it is though is a guarantee of enormous enjoyment – each page has truths drawn from the flow of everyday living that are either funny or moving or both.

True, funny, moving – what more could one want? And, just now, the everyday world Leah captures with such attentive affection has the added preciousness of being out of reach for us all. Just now, for a limited time only, it comes with an extra poignancy. Just now, it is almost fiction.

 

Breton Dukes

Monkey Grip by Helen Garner, published by Text.

I read this because I’d read her recently published diaries. She’s wonderful. Monkey Grip is set in the 70’s in Melbourne. They’re always going out to gigs and going on spontaneous adventures to Tasmania. Hippies, I guess. Fucking and getting stoned. It’s grim at times and Nora – the female lead – suffers from love sickness, but against what’s happening in the world now it’s light and airy and full of goodness.

 

Laurence Fearnley

The Summer Book Tove Jansson, translated from the Swedish by Thomas Teal, foreword by Esther Freud, Sort of Books, 2003.

My mother died not long ago, during the last week of January. She had a stroke on her 84th birthday and was dead a week later. I spent that week with her, at Christchurch hospital, and every day I drove beside the estuary and stopped to walk and watch the godwits. I guess, without being dramatic about it, I was thinking about the incredible flight the godwits would soon begin and, opposite that, the gentle-drift of my mother from consciousness to death. The two elements connected in such a way to bring about a sense of peace. The Summer Book by Tove Jansson was written in 1972, not long after her own mother died. The novel is set on a small island in the Gulf of Finland and the story is carried by the grandmother – think of a Helen Garner type – and her six year old granddaughter. The child is motherless, and her father is absent. The spirit of death flows though the book, notably in the conversations between the girl and her granny but there is often a sharp glint of light, almost as if reflected off the waves. The book is an observation of the tiny island, and the people seem no greater nor smaller than crabs or seabirds. In this microcosm of life, there is a sense of lightness and belonging.

 

Nod Gosh

What I’d like to read when seeking solace: Boy Overboard by Peter Wells, because that man knew how to work magic with words, and who doesn’t want to read something beautiful at a time like this? But I’m not going to quote from this book, because I don’t own my own copy.

What I’m more likely to read when seeking solace: Turbulent Priests by Colin Bateman. Before, she’d have laughed heartily at the suggestion that she might get involved with the sort of women who spent their time discussing the social history of linen or how to create flower arrangements depicting a five-point fall in the Dow-Jones Index. Maybe giving birth changes you. Maybe having a six-pound ginger bap fighting his way sideways out of your birth canal for eight hours fucks up your mental faculties.

What I’m actually reading (and I don’t know about the solace bit): Management review input checklist for ISO 15189:2012 Internal auditing . . .

What I’ve enjoyed reading most in the last 24 hours, though I don’t know if it provided solace. However, my partner and I nearly wet our britches we were laughing so much: Reddit conversation about preparing your dead cat’s skull as an ornament that went something like this: When my old cat dies I want his (clean) skull to put on my mantle or desk. I’ve tried looking into taxidermy in the area but they seem to either be mostly fishing trophy places or booked up with big game projects.

 

Mandy Hager

My pick is Adrienne Jansen’s The Score, published by Escalator Press. It’s filled with a diverse cast of likeable characters, warm-hearted and gently prods at our attitudes to refugees and immigrants.

 

Lloyd Jones

Here is an extract from Annie Ernaux’s  The Years – a memoir where the world grows into character – ‘[In the mid-60s] The table talk revolved around the arrival of a supermarket, the building of a public pool, the Renault 4L, and the Citroen Ami 6. Those who had televisions held forth on the physical attributes of ministers and talk show hostesses, discussing celebrity as if they lived next door. The fact of having watching Raymond Olivier prepare pepper steak flambe, a medical programme with Dr Ignore Barerre appeared to grant them a superior right to speak. Before the stiffness and indifference of those who did not have televisions…’    Any page of this riveting ‘memoir’ delivers something or other that we recognize or remember from our own lives. Especially those who popped up in the world between 1941 and 2006, this being the period that The Years covers.

But a novel…one offering ‘solace in our troubled times…?’ Solace. I don’t read for comfort. I prefer something that rattles my cage. Shifts me in such a way to reconsider the ground I stand on.

But if by solace we mean a big baggy comfort-read, how about Hans Fallada’s Alone in Berlin? A novel written at breakneck speed in the closing years of the war, Fallada’s working class heroes are politicised into taking action against the Fuhrer after their son is killed in France. Otto Quangel works in a furniture factory soon to turn out coffins. On Sundays, after lunch, he and his wife sit down to write an anti-regime message on the back of a postcard, they then wander into a city to look for a place to leave the postcard. The German title translates as ‘Each dies only for himself’ which somewhat gives the game away. Over two years the Quangels will drop several hundred postcards across the city. Most of them will fall into the hands of the Gestapo before they are read, but taking action is what counts.

And, for a bit of social dislocation in the nineteenth century how about the unhappy marriage in rural France of a country doctor to a young and attractive woman of a different social class. Madame Bovary is stuck between expectations and desire. I have been taking turns in reading the novel aloud during skype sessions with my partner trapped in Australia (I think she would say the same about me being trapped in NZ).  Her Madame Bovary translated in 1938 feels weirdly more current than my Picador translation from just a few years ago.  In broad outline the two Madame Bovary’s are the same book, but the language is strikingly different.  I thought mine was almost inept until I read the Translator’s note, and he says he deliberately set out not to offer a translation but to produce an English version of Flaubert’s sentence structure.  Fortunately that ambition doesn’t get the way of a great novel.  Madame Bovary is a dreadful woman, but dreadful in the way we all are – irritable, impatient, short, selfish, but determined to make amends, try better, try again. To put up some sort of social defence against the raw energy of desire.

If you are locked down with your partner, this is the novel for you.

Finally, a beguiling and surprising love story in a minor key. Strange Weather in Tokyo by Hiromi Kawakami. The female narrator runs into her old art teacher at her local sushi bar, and that’s pretty much it. They drink a lot, eat, talk, drink, and an unlikely love affair fires up.

 

Sharon Lam

The book I’ve chosen is Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto. While I believe all reading for pleasure is some kind of solace, Yoshimoto’s writing excels. She generates so much sentimentality in her writing while promising the reader that it will never turn into corniness. And this is all done in a very sharp, non-hostile, non-FOMO manner, if that makes sense.

I picked Kitchen for the katsudon scene. I won’t spoil the scene, but as someone whose birthday meal growing up from mum was homemade katsudon, seeing katsudon written about with a real understanding of its value, with seriousness, as the central feature in a moving, literary scene was the best surprise. There is real solace is knowing that the things that are meaningful to you are meaningful to others, which is what I find in Yoshimoto’s books and Kitchen in particular.

 

Rupa Maitra

An Equal Music by Vikram Seth

I have chosen this book because of the way it instantly pulls me into the story so that I feel like I am living the life of the main character. Right now, I want to be lost in a parallel world. The characters in this novel are professional musicians and the thread of classical music that runs through the book enhance the themes of love, longing and human relationships.

 

Becky Manawatu

I have found my fictional solace in a book that is not quite fiction, but a memoir.
Renee’s These Two Hands (Mākaro Press) has fictional elements. Such as ‘Patch 40: Leafy Greens: a fairy tale’. ‘Leafy Greens’ is a short tale almost halfway through the award-winning writer’s memoir. The story is about an old (a description the memoir will educate you on) woman, leafy greens and peanut brownies without the peanuts. The simple tale is funny and uplifting, like much of the memoir is.

The book includes hard times, of course. Renee is a 90 year old woman, and has the memories to show for it. What broke my heart was reading of Renee, as a 12 year old girl needing to leave school and find a job. What uplifted me was that this never seems to have broken the writer’s spirit. Not for a minute. The memoir includes poems, excerpts of plays including from the acclaimed Wednesday to Come, and pieces – snapshots – of this incredible woman’s life.

She generously includes a recipe for meatloaf (meatloaf!), which I have since tried, and loved. This is like a first aid book for lockdown. It is told in patches, which not only makes it feel manageable with today’s current distraction, but makes it feel like a quilt. As the book’s first sentences says its purpose is “To warm, to comfort, to read under or to read like a book. to shelter, to wear when there’s a flood, to grab when there’s an earthquake…”

If you are missing some of the wisdom and no bullshit of some of the older people in your life ( and I say this with the wisdom of the book’s ‘Patch 68’, a poem called ‘Old People Are…’) then this book might help you through. Like a quilt it is a “practical solution to an eternal problem – how to keep warm at night.”

 

Eamonn Marra

Pastoralia by George Saunders

One thing that draws me to George Saunders work is how it invites empathy to people who otherwise are usually left out. His characters and narrators are often flawed, they’re not always nice to each other and they don’t always make life easier for others but they all have something endearing about them. Most the stories have a post-apocalyptic feel, either disaster or economic related. They are full of people worn down by circumstance and trying their best to keep going. It sounds intense but its also hilarious and entertaining. It makes you feel like the world is bleak but people are strong.

 

Kirsten McDougall

I’m recommending Alice McDermott’s Someone. It’s one of those deceptively quiet books which sneak up on you and envelop you in their warmth and light. Someone is ostensibly about the life of a woman living in Brooklyn, NYC in the twentieth century. She doesn’t leave the country, or really Brooklyn during the novel. She observes the street and the people around her, including her family, and family are often the most mysterious of people. It’s moving, but not manipulative, it’s slow and fast and does weird things with time. And Alice McDermott is funny as. Witness the scene where she goes upstairs in the funeral parlour where she works and observes the women talking around subjects — certain nods for certain unspeakable subjects. I’m not sure why McDermott isn’t better known. I read an interview with her in The Paris Review, and my boss lent me his copy of Someone. I’ve since bought it for two people and now, having given my boss’s copy back to him, I shall order a copy of my own.

 

Eileen Merriman

Auē by Becky Manawatu (Mākaro Press). This book gripped me by the heart, then tore it out. Beautiful and savage by turns; I felt as if I were living this story, which made it a tough but essential read. I defy anyone to read this and deny that there are cycles of poverty and violence in our society. Reminiscent of The Bone People and Once Were Warriors.

 

Kelly Ana Morey

Gillian Slovo Ice Road. Fabulous chunky novel about the Siege of Leningrad which Slovo published in 2004. It was a brutal period in modern history, a time when having the neighbours over for dinner had sinister implications. Just a bit of perspective in these very strange days.

 

Pamela Morrow

I recommend The Heavens by Sandra Newman. The premise on its own is tremendous and the writing is stunning, but hopefully without giving too much away, the ending with a community (in the real sense of the word) coming together with support and shared resources is both beautiful and relevant for where we are at right now.

 

Nicky Pelligrino

Right now I need to disconnect and enter another world entirely so my ideal solace reading has a fantastical element and I’m recommending The Unlikely Escape of Uriah Heep by HG Parry. It’s set in Wellington and is about a battle that ensues when a bunch of literary characters break out from the pages of their books and come to life. It’s entertaining, funny and gripping, filled with characters you’ll know from years of reading and it may well send you off on a tangent re-exploring some old classics.

 

Sarah Quigley

The Book of Disquiet, by Fernando Pessoa, translated by Margaret Jull Costa.

I’ve never read a book so slowly. For months, I kept it by the bed – not, perhaps, the wisest place for something entitled The Book of Disquiet. But often it lulled me into deeper and more peaceful sleeps than I’d had before – or have had since.

The Portuguese poet Pessoa wrote this over 23 years, jotting down often undated fragments on loose scraps of paper that were pieced together after his death. Set in 1930s Lisbon, it’s the fictional diary of a perfectly ‘ordinary’ middle-aged clerk – but reading it is an extraordinary experience. It’s alternately intensely melancholic and beautifully uplifting.

Pessoa offers sharp, lyrical observations on interior and exterior life – from the fall in one’s spirits when the sun disappears behind cloud, to the alarm of hearing about not-so-distant wars.

The ‘modern’ world, according to Pessoa’s protagonist, belongs to the ‘stupid, the insensitive, and the disturbed’. It’s strangely comforting to realise that, nearly a hundred years ago, he was feeling the same sense of disquiet we’re all feeling now.

Diaries are great reading in chaotic, troubled times. They keep you company through long nights and too-early mornings. And they bestow a feeling of order on ‘real’ life that’s either saturated with reportage or goes mostly undocumented. I’ll be stepping back into Pessoa’s dreamlike Lisbon during these worrying times, and gaining solace through his quietly expressed hopes and dreams for a better future.

 

Tina Shaw

I would actually recommend my own newly-released novel for people to read: Ephemera. Because it is incredibly topical!

We were probably doomed from the moment the virus hit the airport.
Several years after a global meltdown, New Zealand, along with the rest of the world, is still in chaos. No electricity, no broadband, and people are in survival mode – at least until somebody turns the lights on again.

Ruth has always led a sheltered life. Pre-Crash, she worked as an Ephemera Librarian, now she is managing a simple, self-sufficient lifestyle. But her sister is dying from tuberculosis and her love for Juliana propels Ruth to undertake a perilous journey.
She intrepidly sets off from Auckland to find the man known as Nelson and his rumoured stockpile of pharmaceutical drugs. Word has it he is based at the old Huka Lodge. Along with the handsome Lance Hinckley and enigmatic Adebowale Ackers, Ruth travels by steamboat up the Waikato River – the only practical way. The group journeys through settlements that have sprung up along the river as people try to re-establish their lives in this precarious time. With society itself broken, will Ruth manage to keep her commitment to her sister without compromising her own values?

 

Carl Shuker

ASPIRING by Damien Wilkins. He has this special knack of giving us all this gorgeous insignificant detail, all these tiny insignificant moments in people’s lives in a small town. Why? I keep asking myself. Then I realise: Oh, you’re making them significant. A gentle, calm lifting of all the things that might otherwise fall through our fingers.

 

Elizabeth Smither

Persuasion by Jane Austen

 Surely the most tender novel in the English language. I’ve read it dozens of times; sometimes opening it at random. I’m always rewarded by its insights, its humanity, and the wisdom of Jane. The excellent Musgroves, the insufferably snobby Sir Walter and his devious heir, and my bookish favourite, Captain Berwick, whom I imagine travelling, smiling to himself after his proposal for Louisa’s hand is accepted. Berwick might be bookish and too fond of poetry but he knows how to kill rats. And Anne Elliot, speeding along the streets of Bath so happy she could fly. As always, Jane Austen undercuts what might be considered sentimental: the sick are more often irritable than heroic, and paying court to others is not nearly as rewarding as self-knowledge.

 

Alison Wong

Marilynne Robinson’s Lila (2014)

Because the prose is beautiful. Because life is complicated and we can’t eliminate suffering or difficulty, and yet, despite our differences, our limited understanding and uncertainty, there is still tenderness, kindness and hope.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry Shelf noticeboard: Ōrongohau / Best New Zealand Poems 2019 now live

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Editor: Hera Lindsay Bird

 

Ōrongohau / Best New Zealand Poems 2019 is now live  complete with a new te reo Māori name, thanks to Dr Mike Ross of the University’s Te Kawa a Māui/School of Māori Studies.

Te Herenga Waka—Victoria University of Wellington’s International Institute of Modern Letters (IIML) has published the anthology annually since 2001, with support from Creative New Zealand.

Lindsay Bird, described by recent UK poet laureate Carol Ann Duffy as “the most arresting and original new young poet”, set a high bar for the necessarily subjective job of Ōrongohau / Best New Zealand Poems editor.

“I tried to come to this process with a closed mind and a suspicious heart,” she says, “because there’s nothing better than the feeling of being won over by a piece of writing.”

Many of the poems that won her over are by young writers, including Freya Daly Sadgrove, Nithya Narayanan, essa ranapiri, Tayi Tibble, and the youngest poet ever featured in the anthology: 15-year-old Maha Al Mansour, who came to New Zealand from Syria in 2017 and whose poem, ‘The Garden’, evokes an unreachable homeland.

These emerging voices are engaged with identity and obsession, grief, displacement and survival, colonisation and climate change, hope and apology and defiance. They are reckless and tender, despairing and funny, often in the same breath.

Threaded through them are powerful reflections on mortality, memory, and vulnerability from established poets such as Geoff Cochrane, Michael Harlow and Lynn Davidson. Meanwhile, a year on from the murders at Al Noor and Linwood mosques in Christchurch, Tusiata Avia’s hard-hitting ‘Massacre’ takes aim at a history of racism and denial.

‘Massacre’ is one of a number of poems that can also be listened to on the site. And in another Ōrongohau / Best New Zealand Poems first, Ruby Solly accompanies her poem, ‘Six feet for a single, eight feet for a double’, on ngā taonga puoro/traditional Māori musical instruments.

IIML Director Professor Damien Wilkins says, “The cross-generational and cross-cultural nature of this year’s chosen poems gives a sense of different currents running together and taking us somewhere new.”

Professor Wilkins says the timing was right to introduce a te reo Māori name for the collection, gifted to the IIML by Dr Mike Ross, Pukenga/Lecturer in the University’s Te Kawa a Māui/School of Māori Studies.

As Dr Ross explains, “Ōrongohau is a ‘new’ word combination that attempts to convey a Māori perspective. It can be translated in different ways: your news/views/thoughts/feelings/ are heard; your fame [is carried] on the wind. It doesn’t make subjective judgements about quality, the wind can blow in from anywhere.”

 

Poetry Shelf noticeboard: Chris Tse and Rose Lu host an online poetry reading

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Your are invited to a special online reading! Brighten up your first isolation Friday! Grab a glass of wine or a cup of tea and snuggle up to hear poetry by three of Aotearoa’s finest: Carolyn DeCarlo, Chris Price and Freya Daly Sadgrove. Emceed by Therese Lloyd and hosted by Chris Tse and Rose Lu.

The event is on Friday 27th of March. We’re starting at 6:30pm sharp and running for 40 minutes cos we’re on a free Zoom plan 🤙

You can join here: https://us04web.zoom.us/j/279742472 You don’t have to have zoom installed, but it might make things easier.

Tell your friends! Entry limited to the first 100 participants to join the call.

Hope everyone is safe and well.

Ngā mihi nui,
Rose Lu & Chris Tse