



Jeffrey Paparoa Holman reads ‘Toroa Feeding – Taiaroa Heads’, from Fly Boy (Steele Roberts: 2010).

Jeffrey Paparoa Holman is a Christchurch poet and a writer of non-fiction, and senior adjunct fellow in the School of Humanities and Creative Arts at the University of Canterbury. Born in London, Jeffrey immigrated to New Zealand in 1950, growing up in the Devonport naval base in Auckland, then the coal mining town of Blackball on the West Coast of the South Island. He has worked as a sheep-shearer, postman, psychiatric social worker and bookseller.
Jeffrey’s poetry collection As Big as a Father was longlisted for the Montana New Zealand Book Awards (2003). In 2007, Jeffrey and Martin Edmond won the Copyright Licensing Limited Award giving them $35,000 each towards a non-fiction project. Best of Both Worlds: The Story of Elsdon Best and Tutakangahau, was published by Penguin in 2010. Jeffrey was the 2011 Waikato University Writer-in-Residence and in the same year shortlisted for the Ernest-Scott History prize, Australia. In 2012, he was awarded the Creative New Zealand University of Iowa Residency. The resulting book, The Lost Pilot: A Memoir was published by Penguin NZ (2013). In 2014, Jeffrey travelled to Berlin on a Goethe-Institute scholarship, pursuing research for his current project, a family history based on links with his German relations.
Jeffrey’s SHAKEN DOWN 6.3: Poems from the Second Christchurch Earthquake was published by Canterbury University Press in 2012. His most recent collection, Blood Ties: New and Selected Poems was published by Canterbury University Press in 2017.
Once again Wellington pulls out the stops on Poetry Day – this for a tasty start!

On drinking water
What besides
pure water a glass
of water contains:
of the sky nothing
necessarily, but always
something
of the cavernous
substratum
calcium, potassium
the wooden ladder we climb
down into the chasm
to swim.
©Gregory O’Brien
This poem was included in a painting of mine in the Water Project exhibition, curated by Shirin Khosraviani at the Ashburton Art Gallery. The exhibition has just come down–but will be touring the nation over the next year or two. Pic of the painting, ‘Ode to a South Island water molecule’:

Gregory O’Brien is currently living in Alexandra, Central Otago, where he is working on a new collection of poems and finishing Always song in the water, a book of travels in Northland and aquatic regions north of there.

credit: New Zealand Illustrated Magazine
7.6 (Mar 1903): 424
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nzepc presents Lola Ridge’s New Zealand and Australia, an author page that includes Ridge’s antipodean poetry and video of biographer Terese Svoboda reading and talking about Lola Ridge in Hokitika, where the poet lived 1880-1903.
This long overdue collection of writings, images and recordings in the one place will open up avenues into a poet who got lost in the shadows. Thanks again to the dedicated excavation work of Michele Leggott and Brian Flaherty.
Auckland you are really shaping up for Poetry Day!


Full piece here
Vaughan Rapatahana’s interview with Tusiata Avia – with a generous serving of poems – is unmissable. Here is just one question that got me musing:
Would you define yourself as a Kiwi poet having a perspective that is different than the ‘normal’/mainstream (i.e. generally, Pākehā New Zealander) one? If so, how so?
It’s a funny old thing defining myself. Certainly other people: reviewers, academics, and the like define me as different to the mainstream, but in my experience they like to use their pegs to stake me out in a certain shape. It would be disingenuous to say I wasn’t (different to the Pākehā mainstream) but the defining always makes me squirm. I get really uncomfortable with the binary of mainstream and other. I don’t like being other. Or othered.
My good friend Hinemoana Baker once said something along the lines of: I reserve the right to be what ever it is I am feeling at the time. I think she was quoting someone else — but it was in reference to being of mixed heritage. The point being, right at the moment, as I write this I don’t feel like claiming the Pasifika space, the Samoan space, the mixed heritage space or the Kiwi space. As a poet/ writer, there is a much broader space I can move about in.

Serie Barford: The Curnow Reader
Going West always dedicates a significant part of its programme to poetry and this year is no exception.
‘New Zealand’s leading authors, poets, playwrights and musicians offer audiences a fortnight of fresh ideas, future-thinking, language and laughter at the 23rd Going West Writers Festival 1-16 September.’ Good location & food!
8 September Going West Poetry Slam. Glen Eden Playhouse
14-16 September Going West Writers Festival weekend. Titirangi War Memorial Hall
Full programme here


Word Up! is an exciting performance competition which gives 13–21 year-olds the opportunity to present their original work
If you think poetry is all about fields of daffodils and iambic pentameters, think again. Here, at the Going West Poetry Slam, poets lay it on the line to see who’s got the chops to rise to the top.
Poet Serie Barford is the Opening Night’s Curnow Reader
Does a city a writer make? Three visiting Wellington poets – Chris Tse, Helen Heath and Anna Jackson – explore what it’s like to live, work and write in the windy city with Paula Green.
Going West is honoured to partner with Auckland University Press to host the launch of a new collection of poetry from C.K. Stead, That Derrida Whom I Derided Died: Poems 2013-2017.
As we incorporate artificial intelligence, automation and robotics into our lives and even our bodies, we continue to wrestle with what it all means for us as humans. Helen Heath and Dr Jo Cribb are joined by Vincent Heeringa to discuss these issues.





Victoria University Press warmly invites you to this double launch for
There’s No Place Like the Internet in Springtime
by Erik Kennedy
&
Louder
by Kerrin P. Sharpe
5.30pm-7.00pm on Wednesday 29 August
at Scorpio Books, 120 Hereford St, Christchurch central.
All welcome.
Refreshments will be served.
All-day Wayside
He walks in, takes a seat,
eats his pie.
He smiles but doesn’t speak
until his farewell thanks.
He looks like someone off TV,
but they can’t agree on who.
Did you see how quick he ate it?
She shakes her head, disbelieving.
Nothing to drink, just pie
and free tomato sauce.
*
Not yet half-way,
a family squares off.
Soggy chips, nachos
missing a couple of ingredients.
Forbidden phones, the kids
play with their food.
An unhappier couple sits
at the next table.
The father sighs; the mother
brightens, and tunes in.
*
They closed the café
half an hour early.
The traffic had been quiet a while,
and the sausage rolls had gone.
Finding the door locked, he turns
and pans the street.
It’s the service station, then, packet of chips
and a chocolate bar.
He parks himself at the picnic table,
but the view doesn’t satisfy him.
©Kerry Hines
Kerry Hines is a Wellington-based poet, writer and researcher. Her collection Young Country (poems with photographs by William Williams) was published by AUP in 2014.