Sunday:

Yesterday I got sent a link to a web page where NZ poets had gifted me poems for my 60th birthday. I had a lovely day with my family but I ducked in and out of the poems when I was home. I haven’t had a chance to read all the poems and notes but I am quite speechless.

The poems have struck and stuck with me. The way they have caught something of my own poetry or obsessions or experiences. That glistening glinting mesmerising expanse that we call New Zealand poetry. That has neither border nor limitation. That is steeped in an ingrained love of words and what they can do.

To have taken time out of your busy lives and placed a poem on the shelf is extraordinary.

I can’t tell you how much this means to me, and to many family.

I encourage poetry fans to delve into this treasury box and make their own discoveries.

Love to all,

Paula

The Best of Edwin Thumboo – reduced from $35 to $15

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This seems too good to miss!

A few thoughts:

Great to see North & South magazine showcase a poet. They always publish a poem from a recent publication with a few notes. I applaud them for this. Leonel Alvarado’s collection, Driving with Neruda to the Fish ‘n’ Chips, is a poetic viewing of an adopted country, of the little details that we become immune to, take for granted, but that jut out to startle and bemuse the visitor from elsewhere. This poetic mirror refreshes relations with our way of doing things (walking through the back door past the laundry to go inside, walking barefoot to the shops). But the collection is far more than this as the links back to poetic origins, to home, are never severed. Things are often a gateway to ideas. Musings. I particularly loved the long title poem that embraces Don Pablo. The sequence is like a glorious meditation on living, on being a poet.

A poet of pots

he instinctively wants to go

for the soups, and I am sad to admit

that Don Pablo is quickly disapponted

in this soupless land. A country,

he laments, an entire country

without pots; in fact, more poets

than pots.

(an extract)

This is a book of things but it is a richness of things and what they yield beyond physical immediacy. I particularly liked ‘The chair’s memory’: ‘The chair is how the kauri forgets/ itself into the world.’ The poet wearing the shoes of the philosopher.

The NS article made me pick Leonel’s collection up and start rereading instead of getting out into the garden and planting things. This is a book that lays down anchors, sends physical tendrils skyward as much as soilwards. There is an addictive gentleness, contemplation, intellectual agility, interrogation. At times stillness.  At times rupture. The book draws you into the beating heart of home, of being a poet. Elsewhere or here. This is worth reading.

The book was published by HauNui Press as part of the 2014Kete series (edited by poet Helen Lehndorf.

HauNui Press page

Tim Jones review here

For the rest of the piece see here. Fascinating! Are we seeing a predominance of men in NZ winning awards, dominating subject matter of books published? This article got me thinking. There is a currently a wave of young feminists, unashamedly so; is there a lethargy about gender inequity in older generations? Should this matter? There is no way the NZ publishing scene is at it was in the mid-twentieth century but are we witnessing various gender slides?  I am about to post the call for Poet Laureate nominations. How many women Poet Laureates have we had? When was the last one? Does this matter? Certainly not to take any gloss of the appointment of recent male poets whose work and contribution to NZ poetry is outstanding.

I have started work on a book with a focus on women so these questions are right in my line of vision. Food for thought.