The Dunedin Fringe Festival is preparing to go ahead under the current ‘Red’ setting of the Covid Protection Framework, providing a supportive platform for artists to show their work and the opportunity for audiences to discover something new, whilst implementing a range of protocols to keep staff, artists and audiences safe.
An unmissable highlight in the festival calendar, the world’s southernmost fringe is back 17-27 March in Ōtepoti/Dunedin. This year’s programme is packed with premieres, offering audiences the chance to be the first to see innovative and experimental new work from established and emerging artists.
In Intoxicana, award-winning humourist Te Radar delivers a hilarious illustrated lecture revealing the untold stories of intoxicating substances from New Zealand’s past; vibrant dance double-bill Vivid Dreaming presents a collection of human experiences and issues set in the abstract worlds of our subconscious; and director Ruth Carraway (formerly of UK series Grange Hill and The Bill), works with a cast of people who have touched the prison system in theatre piece Been Through Enough.
First of its kind kaupapa Māori opera,Silence is, challenges preconceptions and explores the cacophony of physical, spiritual and political silences around us; while debut theatre The World’s First Loversweaves a tapestry of Māori mythology and personal anecdote, combining the celestial realm and the human realm with personal stories that affect us all.
For the first time in Fringe history, delve into the world of fashion from the fringes Fashion X Fringe X Fashion in an event that highlights diverse, thoughtful, and challenging fashions from a selection of designers – current students, graduates and lecturers – all from Fashion at the School of Design, Otago Polytechnic.
Local artists take you on a unique voyage through Dunedin’s marine history. The salty crew of Sea Shanties and Salty Storieswill take you across the harbour on a ferry while regaling you with tales and shanties from the salty brine; and GASP! Dance Inclusive explores the rich history of St Clair beach with a debut short film series, Promenade.
Tailored to Dunedin,Chris Priestly and the Unsung Heroes is an all-original musical theatre performance about New Zealand’s villains, rogues, and unsung heroes, led by Peter Elliot ONZM.
Festival Director Gareth McMillan said it was important in the face of yet another year of disruptions that the Fringe could offer support to smaller events with a lower risk profile to go ahead, and offer a platform to artists to continue to share their work and make an income.
“We are fortunate to be in a position to proceed with our Fringe events under the Red light restrictions and are taking extra precautions to make sure that this undertaking is as safe as possible,” he said.
“We hope that people will continue to support our artists as best they can, whether that be through coming along to an event if they feel comfortable, buying a ticket for someone else, or enjoying some of the online shows that are part of this year’s programme.”
This year’s online offering includes theatre pieces Rough Night and Shattered; dance pieces Promenade and Inherent Awkwardness; comedy from Rob McLennan: Pool Shark and Neechie-Itas; and performance art show Maggie Cocco’s Science for Sociopaths.
The festival’s comedic legacy will be upheld by a host of national comedy stars, including Taskmaster NZ’s David Correos, 2021 Billy T Award nominee Jack Ansett, Liv McKenzie (NZ Comedy Festival Best Newcomer 2019) and a split bill from Ben Hurley and a special guest.
Award-winning writer, performer and comedian Sarah Harpur returns to the Fringe in 2022 with her first comedy play,Shit Kid, which in its infancy was selected for the UNESCO Cities of Literature Short Play Festival in 2019. The fictional performance tackles topics such as the painful intersection between motherhood and ambition with delicate wit.
The Late Night Line Up will once again take over the Emerson’s Festival Theatre, every Thursday through Saturday of the Fringe, entertaining festival-goers into the night with a hand-picked itinerary of headline comedians and musical talent.
Artist collective Spectacle willpresent a dynamic, immersive, participatory pan-art show on the theme of disturbance; The Blue Oyster Art Project Space is delivering another stunning performance series; Jojo Marsh of Bondage Queen fame returns to Dunedin with A Nifty History of Evil, a hilarious journey through history’s biggest baddies; and Ōtepoti Hip Hop Hustle will be back and bigger than ever for 2022, presenting the four elements of hip hop: DJing, MCing, dance, and graffiti art.
The 11-day festival programme also offers the opportunity to explore art in different spaces.
Fancy watching a live Shakespeare performance from the comfort of your garden? This year you can with The Barden Party! A small troupe of travelling actors will be bringing music, mischief, magic to Dunedin gardens in a performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The Shakespearean performance is peppered with folk-like renditions of popular music ranging from Billie Eilish to Wham.
Surround yourself in sound with STORK AND GAMELAN, a piece made up of traditional and improvised compositions using gamelan – a traditional, large scale instrumental ensemble; and find art in surprising spots across the city with Cargo Bike Art Space offering an ever-changing programme of artists, showcasing artistic works of projection, puppetry, and sound.
The Sea Walks into a Wall, Anne Kennedy, Auckland University Press, 2021
On the beach, always an aftermath of a wedding froth and a mess of ribbon and glass, a runway for lost souls returning a regret.
Tangaroa is like butter in the sun today.
I love the wall. I pummel the wall. My hands are on the warm, grey, post-industrial wall.
In the next storm, the sea will take the wall back into its real-time, moving, shining thing.
My heart is like a wall struck down in a storm. You didn’t even need that wall at all.
from ‘The Sea Walks into a Wall’
Opening a new collection by Anne Kennedy is always a delight. Her 2021 collection The Sea Walks into a Wall confirms she is one of Aotearoa’s most inventive and assured poets. She weaves autobiographical traces along a musical clef with a roving mind and linguistic agility. She touches upon matters of the heart, political issues that demand voice, multiple themes. The Sea Walks into a Wall is shortlisted for Ockham NZ Book Awards, and it is easy to understand why her poetry has received multiple awards to date.
The opening poem ‘Flood Monologue’ features a stream as protagonist: a companion stream, a sick stream, a raucous stream. The poem is lithe and witty, complex and plain. It is the perfect gateway to a collection that renders streams and currents into poetic existence. You absorb poetic movement as process, thought, revelation. Helen Rickerby says on the back of the book, Anne has produced ‘a treasure trove’. And indeed she has.
I keep returning to the poetry as tidal movement. The poet is pausing, adding, refining. Anne plays with the melody, employing strong and weak beats, short and long phrasings. The collection’s tidal music is exquisite in the ear. Nowhere more so than in the title poem ‘The Sea Walks into a Wall’. What is said laps against what is not said, daily life ripples alongside a reading life and a thinking life. The waves shimmer with both past and future, the present a luminous constant. It is the kind of poem that keeps pulling you back in, like a swimmer pulled back into ocean enchantments.
‘In the Way’ is not water focused, yet its tidal effect is a wave-smash of feeling, hauntings perhaps, as the lines spiral and loop and cut back. This is a poem of family and home, like a curling fable, with an aromatic arrival of distractions, subtractions, contractions. How to live? How to be? Things get ‘In the way’, and as the repeating line reiterates, ‘Love fills the room like a maze’.
For several months you hold the car door open for toddlers.
Weeks watching the progress of mercury in a thermometer.
Several years the pages of critical theory kept you from death.
A poem kept you from death.
A big wind gathers out at sea.
There’s another thing like a box and you don’t know what’s in it.
You walk together in the forest and the forest is a thing.
from ‘In the Way’
I love the way the collection as a whole cannot pinned down to narrow keys, form, lengths, and the tonal shifts and reaches (like the ocean) are exactly what adds pleasure to the reading experience. There is an ongoing sense of the poet speaking to you the reader. Alongside a plainer poem (with its own complex delights) there will be a denser treat. ‘Warp and Aho: A Part-life in Flax’, with its thatch and weave and lace holes, is a tour de force occasion. A poem that hooks you into its stitching, line after line, with linguistic deftness, multiple languages, personal musings, opinions, admissions, and again, even though this is a poem of weft and weave, I am reminded of the glorious movement of the ocean.
Anne has produced the kind of poetry collection that demands repeated readings, in multiple states of mind, in diverse reading locations. It will astonish, challenge, transport and soothe. A sumptuous and satisfying reading experience.
Anne Kennedyis the author of three novels, a novella, four books of poetry, and many anthologised short stories. Her first book of poetry Sing-song was named Poetry Book of the Year at the 2004 Montana New Zealand Book Awards. The Darling North won the 2013 New Zealand Post Book Award for Poetry, and Moth Hour was a poetry finalist at the 2020 Ockham New Zealand Book Awards. Anne has also won the BNZ Katherine Mansfield Short Story Award and has held fellowships at the University of Auckland, the IIML, and at the University of at Hawai‘i. She has taught creative writing for a number of years in Hawai‘i and Auckland.
You can read ‘Fox and Hounds’ previously published on Poetry Shelf
The shortlist – from a longlist of 40 books by four panels of specialist judges (for fiction, poetry, illustrated non-fiction and general non-fiction) – includes both literary luminaries and first-time authors.
Rob Kidd, the convenor of judges for the Jann Medlicott Acorn Prize for Fiction, says the finalists in this category refuse to be pinned down by genre.
“These novels are packed with life in an array of ordinary and extraordinary forms; they all swell with vitality. A Good Winter by Gigi Fenster is an unnerving and absorbing reading experience as the darkness gradually closes in. Bryan Walpert’s Entanglement is dazzlingly intelligent and ambitious in scope. Rebecca K Reilly’s Greta & Valdin is gloriously queer, hilarious and relatable, and Kurangaituku by Whiti Hereaka is poetic, intense, clever and richly imagined.”
The American writer, editor and literary critic John Freeman will assist the three New Zealand judges to select the fiction winner, who this year will take home a prize of $60,000.
Saradha Koirala, convenor of judges for the Mary and Peter Biggs Award for Poetry says the four category finalists have pushed their craft to new limits, giving us outstanding examples of how our literary voices have evolved.
“In a time of global instability, Aotearoa poets have reconnected to their sense of self, exploring identity and challenging our collective history. Tayi Tibble’s Rangikura pays tribute to millennial culture and uses the power of humour, sexuality and friendship to create a collection that encapsulates this generation of Aotearoa. In Sleeping with Stones, Serie Barford demonstrates her ability to use simple eloquence to write about complex matters. Anne Kennedy creates poems that are consistently engaged with issues of the anthropocene in The Sea Walks into a Wall, and the pristine imagery and fine ear for rhythm and beat means each of Joanna Preston’s poems in Tumble are a celebration of poetry,” says Ms Koirala.
The judges found the four finalist books in the Booksellers Aotearoa New Zealand Award for Illustrated Non-Fiction impossible to exclude in both their exemplary individual qualities as books, and the insight and depth they all bring to their varied and valuable content, says convenor of judges Chanel Clarke.
“Particularly outstanding this year are a number of well-researched yet not so well-known histories and herstories, beautifully delivered, that invite surprising new understandings of ourselves. Dressed: Fashionable Dress in Aotearoa New Zealand 1840 to 1910 by Claire Regnault is a beautiful and beguiling book that will seduce a wide audience. In NUKU: Stories of 100 Indigenous Women, Qiane Matata-Sipu gracefully presents her subjects in their own words and through her tremendous portrait photography. Shifting Grounds: Deep Histories of Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland by Lucy Mackintosh is a fresh and timely study that weaves multiple narratives into a highly readable story and The Architect and the Artists: Hackshaw, McCahon, Dibble by Bridget Hackshaw is a thorough and beautifully produced triangulation of creative practice,” says Ms Clarke.
Nicholas Reid, convenor of judges for the General Non-Fiction Award says the category finalists stand out not only for their individual excellence in research, story-telling and deep insight, but also for their contribution to the ongoing narrative of what it means to be a New Zealander.
“Each work brings deep insight and beautiful writing to their subjects, which included three very different autobiographies and a work of remarkable historical scholarship. From the Centre: A Writer’s Life by Patricia Grace is a rare literary memoir, free of egotism; Dave Lowe’s The Alarmist: Fifty Years Measuring Climate Change has a rich texture of family and a clear awareness that members of the scientific community are not always in harmony; the prose in Charlotte Grimshaw’s The Mirror Book is exquisitely precise in its navigation of the complexity of the author’s family dynamics, and Vincent O’Malley helps readers to think critically as he presents balanced arguments about contested battles and other conflicts in Voices from the New Zealand Wars | He Reo nō ngā Pakanga o Aotearoa.
The shortlist (*represents debut authors)
Jann Medlicott Acorn Prize for Fiction
A Good Winter by Gigi Fenster (Text Publishing)
Entanglement by Bryan Walpert (Mākaro Press)
Greta & Valdin by Rebecca K Reilly (Te Herenga Waka University Press)*
Kurangaituku by Whiti Hereaka (Huia Publishers)
Mary and Peter Biggs Award for Poetry
Rangikura by Tayi Tibble (Te Herenga Waka University Press)
Sleeping with Stones by Serie Barford (Anahera Press)
The Sea Walks into a Wall by Anne Kennedy (Auckland University Press)
Tumble by Joanna Preston (Otago University Press)
Booksellers Aotearoa New Zealand Award for Illustrated Non-Fiction
Dressed: Fashionable Dress in Aotearoa New Zealand 1840 to 1910 by Claire Regnault (Te Papa Press)
NUKU: Stories of 100 Indigenous Women by Qiane Matata-Sipu (QIANE+co)*
Shifting Grounds: Deep Histories of Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland by Lucy Mackintosh (Bridget Williams Books)*
The Architect and the Artists: Hackshaw, McCahon, Dibble by Bridget Hackshaw (Massey University Press)*
General Non-Fiction Award
From the Centre: A Writer’s Life by Patricia Grace (Penguin, Penguin Random House)
The Alarmist: Fifty Years Measuring Climate Change by Dave Lowe (Te Herenga Waka University Press)*
The Mirror Book by Charlotte Grimshaw (Vintage, Penguin Random House)
Voices from the New Zealand Wars | He Reo nō ngā Pakanga o Aotearoa by Vincent O’Malley (Bridget Williams Books)
The Canterbury Poets Collective is delighted to announce their short-list (in no particular order) of manuscripts submitted to the John O’Connor Best First Book competition.
Congratulations to these successful poets! Their manuscripts have been forwarded to Elizabeth Smither for adjudication.
Gregory O’Brien is currently creating covers for PN Review. They are simply glorious. The latest cover (263) also features an exquisite new Bill Manhire poem. The combination has prompted me to take out a subscription. I keep looking and rereading, relooking and reading. This is what poetry and art can do. The effect here is enigmatic, mysterious, musical, topical, physical, and utterly of these unsettling times. Both the poem and the art make me feel the bliss of colour and line, image upon image, and then I feel like weeping for the light and the dark, in the light and the dark, for the containment and the contained. The echo mantra that ‘we are all walking in the same direction’ haunts.
Some Other Words I Think They Sang
Insects singing in the night. We were all walking in the same direction.
Be careful. Be strong. Be kind. That’s what they sang.
Sing when the world is worn away. Some other words I think they sang.
Insects singing in the night. We were all walking in the same direction.
I was born out of love, or at least half-love necessity-love, only-way-we’ll-get-out-alive sort of love, only half better than wanton. I asked my father if my great-grandmother loved her husband that she didn’t get to choose, and he told me well, they had ten children. Ten children seems to me more like a curse. Ten rips in the skin, ten lives, ten wet tears in the petty space time gives us, your name on their tongues as they cry. I lack a common tongue with my ancestors, but even so I know they ask me to smile. I owe my ancestors happiness. I owe them proof that they did not suffer in vain. I view the sunsets and dive into lakes wearing petticoats just to look at the sky in the opposite of spite, to show them I am doing something with the time they gave me. When I went to an old Chinese settlement, a mother with her kids presented the mud houses, the scrappy shipping-container roofs. People lived here, she said. Her tone was that of a real estate agent, selling them the world, or at least an easy-to-stomach history. I prefer to say it like a prayer, in a soft, lonely rhythm: people lived here. People lived here. People lived here.
Cadence Chung is a poet, student, and musician from Wellington. She draws inspiration from Tumblr posts, antique stores, and dead poets. Her debut poetry chapbook anomalia is coming out in March/April 2022.
Over summer I have been mulling over what I want Poetry Shelf to do in 2022. I want it to be a connection hub for readers, performers and writers. A place to share poetry we create and poetry we love. A place of reviews, interviews, audio, videos, ideas, features. A regular noticeboard. Whatever takes my fancy.
With the world beyond my rural backdoor feeling crazier and more threatening, I am compelled to get both my blogs up and running as soon as possible. We need the media critiquing the madness and mayhem, but we also need balm, beauty and delight for ears and eyes, hearts and minds.
However, this year is slightly different for me as I have a serious health issue. Doing my blogs and writing books gives me energy and heart. I love doing Poetry Shelf and Poetry Box. I love the way it brings us together. I love the way it runs on a currency of kindness and good will. Delights in words and what they can do.
This year I may not answer your emails, I may or may not review your book, I may not answer the phone. At times there may be radio silence. I definitely won’t be venturing out-into the world because it is just too risky. But Poetry Shelf is a way of forging vital connections beyond the kitchen and garden.
On looking at my naked body. Knowing you will be Looking.
My body is ripped with silver linings.
Stretch marks.
A weave of flex. when my world got too big for me, bearing babies or burdens.
Stretch marks. Invisible inked in skin. Traces I needed to suddenly hide, Dive in, submerge into skin safer unseen from predator, prowler, prey.
Oh luminous seal with quick thick thighs you dived underwater thick-pelted, you hide, Unseen. Beached.
The loneliness of mammals.
Alone in the deep blue deep. Gestating to a saline rhythm . All my own. All alone. Skins grown and shed.
Stretch marks.
A spider webbed weave of vibrating threads.
Silks spun, and undone.
The painful crack of the shell of my understanding breaking.
Growth.
Shedding full body armour of weta skin, mine and others – left behind – with prayers on parting.
The coconut husk – wringing cream and water to try and see my future in the milk of ancestral fluids.
The cocoon of caterpillar storybooks cake and pickle and pie, so hungry.
The black butterflied chrysalis of love poetry written in my 30s. That well written body indeed.
Here it is. Looking for love Same songs different sounds. Re-makes. Re-takes. Re-release. Re-mastered.
I am always entranced by the acoustic version, almost poetry.
Sound healing. Sexual healing.
I have been waiting for you so long, Karakia even. Hope. Asking. Please. It’s been too long. Too alone. I’m too human.
Across time and space, He arrives, rain. softly quoting hurricane. He comes in front of me, sticky embryonic.
Ultimate tōhu of fertility. newness. rebirth. remake. Remaster.
We cross digital divides, magic echnologies of presence. wonder-lust, the marvellous. the surreal sexuality of screens.
Missionary position is my favourite way to look at you. Mirrored Reflection You see Beauty. Speak it out loud.
Small scars on my body speak to trauma worn, scribbled on skin. Stretch marks. Paper thin. Will you see me? My frailty? Will you want?
The small gods of chemistry are king.
Will you want to Come in?
Already I imagine you in my mouth. Salty. Sweet. Big. Deep.
Oceanic.
De-col. it’s everywhere. Even in the seabed and foreshore of play… can I play? Can I say? Will you stay?
Trust. in the 21st century of unconditional lovers where it only lasts as long as the longing.
I want nothing but. Having settled for less.
I want no settler. I want native. Natural. Ease.
But these stretch marks speak to small anxieties, cartography of flesh. I take a deep breath. With these silver threads: Tuia ki roto Tuia ki waho Tuia ki raro Tuia ki runga
I stitch. I sew. I bind.
Both of us gasping for breath in this ocean we have Leap of faithed into.
Oh departing place of the spirits watch over us.
Trust. Deepak recasts it as moving into the unknown beyond the prison of the past. I listen to his lilting words: “Today, I will step into the unknown. I will relinquish the known. By stepping into the unknown I will enter in the field of unlimited possibilities.”
This is our place. The field beyond write and wrong. Between hema and mata’u. The field between other husband and other wife.
The field between us.
There is no map-making to be had using the small cursive script of the past. Prisons. I cast away my own incarcerated markings, scribbles, notes, past poems, tiny wounded stories.
I will give up the need to track-back the way out To tightly pencil a safe way in. To re-make the boundaries. To fortify. To try and control the way home.
I will leave the birds-eye to my ancestors, keeping an ear open only to the manu that tangi keeping our forest alive. This field.
I step, I step, Knowing I will be naked, humbled, human, vulnerable, ashamed, afraid, and aroused, I step, I step into our field of infinite possibility.
In this green grass, I will lie and meet you there.
KarloMila
Karlo Mila (MNZM) is an award winning Pasifika poet of Tongan / Palangi descent. Her third poetry book “The Goddess Muscle” was released by Huia Publishers in 2020. Her first book won the first best book award at the New Zealand literary awards in 2005. She is a Mother, writer, researcher, creative, academic and activist. Her day job is as the Programme Director of the Mana Moana Experience at Leadership New Zealand. Karlo is the founder and creator of Mana Moana – aimed at elevating and harnessing indigenous Pacific knowledge for contemporary living and leadership. It is based on five years of postdoctoral research. Karlo has three sons and lives in Auckland.
You better marvel while you can – marvel and embrace the present. Brian Turner, AWF 2021
Poetry is a way of allowing me to be me. Karlo Mila, AWF 2021
My ancestors are trailing in a long line behind me like a wedding dress. Tusiata Avia, AWF 2021
In many ways I am not really Egyptian, not really a New Zealander, but 100% both. You create familiarity for yourself in all these places: your work, relationships, writing, and that is what constitutes home. Mohamed Hassan, AWF 2021
Mary and Peter Biggs do a huge amount for New Zealand poetry. They not only support it financially, they actually read it. They walk the talk. They’ve never been a failure at onomatopoeia. They step outside their mansion and they really do the scansion. They’re Mary and they’re Peter, and they dig poetic metre! Bill Manhire, AWF 2021
The world is certainly keeping us on our toes! I for one am grateful that we were able to gather this year, albeit masked and scanned and sanitised. It was a gift to be able to listen to writers talk about their work and their ideas and to get a glimpse into their imaginations. Claire Mabey, VERB newsletter
2021 has been my Extraordinary Year of Reading. So many astonishing books, not just poetry, but fiction, short stories, nonfiction, YA, children’s novels, children’s picture books. Local books, overseas books. I have had endless deliveries and countless sojourns at online journals. I have laughed out loud and I have cried. I’ve been inspired to write secret things and to keep Poetry Shelf and Poetry Box alive. Over summer I will muse on what my blogs will do next but I am keen to review more Aotearoa children’s books on Poetry Box that I love. Most importantly, Poetry Shelf aims to keep New Zealand poetry visible, poets connected and to review the occasional novel or nonfiction book. Here I am at the end of the year with a stack of local books to read and review, and that is always disheartening. But I aim to do a few more over summer when the mood takes me.
I want to thank everyone who has contributed to Poetry Shelf in 2021, who has said no when they need to say no, who has got in touch and responded to things I post, who has shared, commented, supported the blog. It makes a difference. Above all, I want to thank writers, readers and listeners who have helped make poetry communities in Aotearoa so vibrant and connecting.
I love end-of-year lists because I get to add must-read, must-see, must-listen-to items to next year’s diary. This year I sidelined my mammoth annual list penned by a mammoth list of poets. Instead I invited some writers (across genres and whose work has astonished me) to pick favourite books plus music, tv, podcasts if they chose. So many more authors than appear here astonished me in 2021. These local books and poems have blown my mind: Rebecca K. Reilly’s Greta and Valdin, Tayi Tibble’s Rangikura, Anne Noble’s Conversātiō – in the company of bees, Michelle Langston’s Times Like These, Ashleigh Young’s poem ‘Jeremy’, Kiri Piahana-Wong’s poem ‘In liminal time’. David Eggleton’s chapbook Throw Net | Upena Ho’olei, Jack Ross’s That Oceanic Feeling, Sam Duckor-Jones’ Party Legend, Courtney Sina Meredith’s Burst Kisses on the Actual Wind. Patricia Grace’s From the Centre: A writer’s life (read this!). Alison Glenny’s Bird Collector, Jenny Powell’s Meeting Rita, Ash Davida Jane’s How to Live with Mammals?, Bernadette Hall’s Fancy Dancing. Eamonn Marra’s 2000ft above Worry Level (my daughter is also a big fan).
Blown my mind! Cleared the despair, gloom, lethargy and doubt and replaced it with resolve, uplift and epiphany.
Going to poetry sessions at Auckland Writers Festival this year was also extraordinary. Going out in the world, talking with other writers, buying books from the bookstand. Hearing old favourites and being exposed to new voices. It didn’t seem real but it was a supreme pleasure. I have written about some gold-nugget sessions here. More than anything I welcomed the embrace of Māori, Pasifika and Asian voices, especially through the work of Tautai and guest curators, Ruby Solly and Gina Cole.
So here you go – Poetry Shelf’s end of year celebration. On Monday I am posting a new poem by Karlo Mila because I have carried Goddess Muscle with me all year. And then I am having a little holiday with just the occasional review appearing on both blogs. Happy summer break! Keep safe and dry, and stay kind and strong.
Arohanui, Paula
The 2021 Picks
Bill Manhire
Bill Manhire’s poetry is always a poetry of return for me, especially in challenging times. I was delighted when Kasandra Hart-Kuamoana and Bridget van de Zijpp from Auckland Writers Festival picked Bill’s ‘Hotel Emergencies’ (Lifted, THWUP) as one of their favourite poems. You can read and listen here. Lifted is a book I have returned to in 2021. One of my favourite festival sessions I have chaired was the conversation with Bill and Norman Meehan at Going West – Norman sat at the piano and added melody to our discussions. The session took place the day after Bill, Norman and friends delivered a mesmerising opening night performance, Small Holes in the Silence for the Going West audience. The podcast was made available in March 2021. You can listen here. Paula Green
I’ve always been a sucker for poems that are fascinated by language, but this year the text that most dazzled me in that regard was a novel, Jon McGregor’s Lean Fall Stand (Penguin). I started reading it because it promised an Antarctic yarn, but then I found myself involved in an extraordinary narrative about a UK fieldworker who has a massive stroke on the ice, after which the story turns to his troubled attempts, back home in Cambridge, to build a life with a hugely diminished language function. So the book gives us the damaged, uncanny poetry of aphasia, but also explores all the kinds of care involved in caregiving.
As for poetry, my most exciting encounter this year was with the American Shane McCrae. He has a sort of Elizabethan lyric impulse. His poems reach for tidy, musical form yet are threaded through with agitating surface interruptions – gaps and overlaps, and punctuating slashes – all the while dealing with big, big subject matter, both public and personal.
The excitement of opening an envelope has begun to increase for me each time the UK poetry journal PN Review arrives in the mail. Gregory O’Brien is now doing richly charged covers for PNR, maybe as light relief from working on his major book about Don Binney, due next year. As it happens, the book I have in front of me at the moment is an art book, Joanna Margaret Paul: Imagined in the context of a room – over 200 pages of essays and terrific images published to complement the exhibition that first showed earlier this year at the Dunedin Public Art Gallery. It’s almost as good as the show itself. Bill Manhire
Chris Price
The Lobster’s Tale, with text by Chris Price and photographs by Bruce Foster (Massey University Press), was a stunning arrival this year. Rich in fascinating voyage and possibilities. A sentence threads along the bottom of the page, there are Bruce’s photographs and there is Chris’s text. The photographs track sky water land, imprints of existence. The paragraphs draw upon multiple voices that also navigate questions of being. The final and fascinating leg of the journey is the conversation that emanates from photographs, text and sentence thread. You can hear Chris read an extract here. Paula Green
Poetry continues bursting out all over: I don’t envy Best New Zealand Poems editor Kate Camp having to choose just 25 poems for the 2021 edition, and it’s painful to mention only five collections, but here goes. Ruby Solly’s Tōku Papa and Tayi Tibble’s Rangikura (both VUP) are different but equally powerful collections that made me glad the poetry wave is bringing such voices into the world, with forcefield Tibble due to hit America next year. It’s been a good year for prose poetry too: Alison Glenny’s Bird Collector (Compound Press) has strong fin de siècle energy channelled into elliptical poems full of erasures and the flutter of wings, with the bonus of collages by novelist Carrie Tiffany. Rachel O’Neill’s newly released Requiem for a Fruit (We Are Babies Press) shares something of the surreal spirit of prose poetry maestro Charles Simic: its poems will rearrange your brain. Simic spent his formative years in Belgrade before moving to the US: as he remarks, ‘My travel agents were Hitler and Stalin.’ Tito was the travel agent who brought Tim Grgec’s family to Aotearoa in the 1950s, and in All Tito’s Children (VUP),Grgec takes us back to the former Yugoslavia to reimagine the slippery atmosphere of life and language under the authoritarian leader. It brings something new to the ever-expanding range of voices being read, heard, and celebrated here.
Since I wandered inadvertently into writing the natural world with The Lobster’s Tale, I’ve been reading other creaturely stories, and was captivated by Catherine Raven’s Fox and I (Hamish Hamilton), a memoir of the solitary biologist’s relationship with a fox, in which her opening gambit is to read to him from The Little Prince. I’ve just begun Annette Lees’ gorgeous After Dark: Walking into the nights of Aotearoa (Potton & Burton), a mix of nature, memoir, and social history, which feels like a great book for the summer. On the music front, I’ve been enjoying Reb Fountain’s Iris, the 2021 follow-up to her excellent 2020 album, and the song ‘Force Field’ from talented Cousins lead actor Ana Scotney’s side project Kōtiro, which leapt out and grabbed me by the ears one recent Saturday afternoon on RNZ’s Music101: I just love the arrangement. Some people get all the talents! Chris Price
Chris Tse
Chris Tseis editor of the Friday Poem at The Spinoff Review of Books. Check out a new poem from Louise Wallace. This site is an excellent aide to the pulse of poetry in Aotearoa. Unmissable. With Emma Barnes, Chris also co-edited my anthology of the year: Out Here: An anthology of Takatapui and LGBTQIA+ writers from Aotearoa (Auckland University Press). Out Here is a significant arrival in Aotearoa, both for the sake of Takatāpui and LGBTQIA+ writers and readers, and for the sake of poetry. The sumptuous and wide ranging anthology feeds heart mind skin lungs ears eyes. It is alive with shifting fluencies and frequencies, and I want to sing its praises from the rooftops, from the moon, from street corners. My review.
Tough to make this claim though as I also loved A Clear Dawn: New Asian Voices from Aotearoa New Zealand, edited by Paula Morris and Alison Wong (AUP, you can hear nine poets read) and Sista Stanap Strong! edited by Mykaela Nyman and Rebecca Tobo Olul-Hossen (VUP, hear poets read). Both outstanding and significant anthologies. Paula Green
This year more than ever I’ve reached for known comfort, whether it’s rewatching Friends and The Office, or having the same SNL sketches on a loop (Maya Rudolph and Kristen Wiig as the Super Showcase Spokesmodels live rent free in my head). This need for nostalgia and familiarity has been fuelled by the realisation that a staggering number of my favourite albums turned 20 this year. Revisiting them has sent me on trips down memory lane, back to my first year at university and making mix tapes for my Toyota Corolla. Perhaps this retrospection is why I enjoyed Long Players (edited by Tom Gatti) so much. Each of the book’s short essays focus on an album that shaped a writer’s life, charting childhood, teenage rebellion, and the sobering realities of adulthood.
This progression is also explored in Ken Arkind’s moving story ‘A Portrait of My Mother Through Skype’ (published in Stasis), which is a masterful character study and examination of a strained mother–son relationship. “There are four important things that you need to know about my Mom,” Ken writes, layering details upon snatches of memories that build to a final line that stares you in the eyes and dares you not to cry (you will cry).
This control in form and tone is what drew me back to some of my favourite poetry books this year:
I Am In Bed With You (AUP) by my Out Here co-editor Emma Barnes has been years in the works but worth the wait, particularly to have their famed Sigourney Weaver series collected in one volume. These are tough, inquisitive poems that remind us what it means to desire and be desired in equal measure. They are lucid and undefinable and unnervingly familiar.
Requiem for a Fruit (We Are Babies) is Rachel O’Neill’s delightfully offbeat second collection that I just can’t get enough of. Weird, but never alienating, the poems in Rachel’s book are populated with characters who confront the strangeness of daily life and give in to the curious ideas and thoughts we often attempt to suppress. Proof that they are without a doubt one of Aotearoa’s most unique writers.
Irrational Animal Cross-Dresses (SP) collects outtakes from essa may ranapiri’s riotous debut Ransack and prepares us for their second collection, which is due in 2022. This slim volume shows off the breadth of essa’s formal experimentation and awe-inspiring ambition. I feel electricity dancing on my skin when I read lines like “I am some strange glittered other in my pākehā world/but I am so much more here”.
This year I’ve been lucky enough to work closely with Ruby Solly on a couple of poetry/music hybrid projects and have been bowled over by her formidable talents in both fields. It’s no surprise that her debut collection Tōku Pāpā (VUP) contains the same generosity of spirit and connection to the natural world that can be found in her music.
And, finally, the poet whose work I’ve gotten to know the most this year is Jiaqiao Liu, who I had the good fortune of supervising while they completed their MA in creative writing at the IIML. I published their poem ‘Dear Alter’ at The Spinoff, which is just a taster of the many amazing things they’ve written over the past year. Chris Tse
Eileen Merriman
Black Wolf (Penguin) is the second volume in Eileen Merriman’s Black Spiral trilogy. I gobbled up the first book, Violet Black, in two greedy sittings. The book has suspense, gritty characters, vital borders between good and evil, porous ethics, romance. When I closed it I felt bereft – knowing how long I had to wait to read the next volume. The second book again hit the mark. Eileen successfully carries off the point of view of teenagers who navigate contemporary circumstances that challenge both at the level of the personal and an onslaught of ideas and decision making. Dystopian fiction needs to be celebrated far more in Aotearoa. My review. Paula Green
Writing and reading have been my solace during 2021, and have really helped me get through the prolonged Auckland lockdown. You’ll notice that all of my selections are written by New Zealand authors, and while I have also read many books by overseas authors this year, it’s these books that have lingered with me and will demand a re-read at some point. My favourite work of fiction this year was She’s a Killer (VUP) by Kirsten McDougall – clever, funny, dark and surprising by turns; I devoured this in four days. My favourite work of non-fiction was Charlotte Grimshaw’s The Mirror Book (Penguin), which was brave, lyrical, enlightening and apparently nearly caused a punch-up between book stand patrons at the Auckland Readers and Writers’ Festival!
My favourite YA book this year was the first in Lani Wendt Young’s Telesa series, Telesa: The Convenant Keeper (OneTree House) – a fantasy novel set in beautiful Samoa and with crackling energy and romance between the characters – great imagery and plot. Finally, another wonderful work of fiction (or perhaps we should say, creative non-fiction) was Rosetta Allan’s Crazy Love (Penguin) – a brave, beautiful tale of love and perseverance; this is a lockdown release that deserves to soar to great heights. Eileen Merriman
Emma Barnes
I Am in Bed with You (Auckland University Press). Emma Barnes has produced a collection unlike any other I know with its unifying addiction to the sentence, and motifs that go deeper than surface beacons: think age, body expectations, gender, the making of self, the lasting effects of childhood, experiences that bite, disappearing acts, love, desire, more love, more desire. You will meet dreams and demons and epiphanies. Writing is musing, reflecting back, side-drifting, inventing, confessing. You will revel in the joy (and pain) of writing, and yes writing becomes, and yes writing is a form of becoming. Extraordinary. Emma also co-edited the fabulous Out Here (See my Chris Tse entry) Paula Green
For me 2021 has been a somewhat difficult reading and listening year. I read in snatches and pieces. A poem between meetings to find a little of myself again. A poem at the top of a hill. Something to take me out of where I was or bring me back to it. I did as much dancing as I could! I relied heavily on poetry Instagram accounts and writing social media in general (Chen Chen, Aimee Nezhukumtathil, Ada Limon, Statis, Poetry Is Not A Luxury, Dead Bird Books, We Are Babies Press, Starling, Compound Press, Sweet Mammalian and all the NZ writers I follow). I listened over and over to my Spotify Discover Weekly and built a huge playlist. I’ve been an album buyer for years and years but this year I could only do songs. I’ve linked my top tracks from 2021 and you might be able to tell the songs I listened to when powerlifting. I listened to the Lake South song about my street on repeat! I followed poet after poet on social media to see more poetry, everywhere.
The live events I got to see filled me up from Liz Breslin and many other poets at the slam for New Zealand Young Writers Festival to Emer Lyons and Kerry Donovan Brown reading for the little launch we did for Out Here. I could listen to Kerry and Emer all day. I got to hear Anahera Gildea and Jackson Nieuwland read my poems back to me at the launch of my book. A confronting experience I recommend. I love to hear poetry performed or read to me. I didn’t get as many opportunities as I usually do so I read poems to co-workers, to loved ones and asked them to read to me! Please stop me in the street and read me a poem! I read one Bud Smith poem to anyone who’d let me. I shared poem after poem carefully screen-capped off the social media a friend in Germany didn’t use just so she’d see the same poems I was seeing. Somewhere in there I read books. Not many, it felt, but enough. I read and loved AUP New Poets 8, I read and loved collections by Lynley Edmeades, Ash Davida Jane, Alison Glenny, Liz Breslin, Sam Duckor-Jones, Dominic Hoey, Kim Hye Soon, Don Mee Choi, (both of those thanks to Foodcourt Books who hand delivered a bursting package) Ruby Solly, Nina Mingya Powles, Kim Addonizio. I have a stack of poetry books to read over the holidays from Anne Kennedy to Rachel O’Neill to Kirsten Le Harivel to Nicole Titihuia Hawkins. I spent a lot of the year reading and re-reading our selections for Out Here. I’ve read it so much I remember every detail and nothing. I think that book is the one I spent the most time with this year and all the beautiful voices in there between those bright pink endpapers and that lush cover image. Emma Barnes
Alokvmenon ‘What feminine part of yourself did you have to destroy in order to be in this world?’ here Brecon Dobbie ‘Driving Directionless’ here (Instagram) Hannah Mettner ‘Anita’ (Sweet Mammalian) here Khadro Mohamed ‘A Prince Song’ (Sweet Mammalian) here Rex Letoa-Paget In the Winter All I Could Do Was Sleep’ (Stasis Journal) here Emer Lyons ‘Aorta is in Your Chest Your’ (Stasis Journal) here Ronia Ibrahim ‘Mexicano Corn Chip Greeting (Stasis Journal) here essa may ranapiri ‘who weaves the sea?’ (Stasis Jounrnal) here Bud Smith ‘RABID’ (Twitter) here
Non-Poetry Books:
Rat King Landlord Murdoch Stephens Come As You Are: Revised and Updated Edition Emily Nagoski No One Is Talking About This Patricia Lockwood Greta and Valdin Rebecca K. Reilly As Beautiful as Any Other Kaya Wilson In the Dream House Carmen Maria Machado Recollections of my Nonexistence Rebecca Solnit What My Mother and I Don’t Talk About Edited by Michele Filgate Kink: Stories Edited by R.O. Kwon The Galaxy and the Ground Within Becky Chambers Kissing The Witch Emma Donoghue
Emma Neale
Such a fan of Emma Neale’s The Pink Jumpsuit (Quentin Wilson Publishing). Any book by Emma underlines what a supreme wordsmith she is. At times I stop and admire the sentences like I might admire the stitching of a hand-sewn garment. Like Emma free-falling into memory, sideways skating after looking at ‘Wanderlust’, I am free-falling and sideways skating with this glorious book. I am free-falling into the power of truths, diverted by fiction, the dark the light, the raw edge of human experience, and this matters, this matters so very much. Paula Green
I posted Emma’s picks earlier and you can read them here.
Hana Pera Aoake
Hana Pera Aoake’s A bathful of kawakawa and hot water (Compound Press), was such a discovery. If this tremendous collection is song, it is also an incisive and vital probe, drawing on reading, ideas, history, the present and the future, challenging Western discourse, asking questions, musing on what ‘constitutes a common’, on the co-option of Maaori concepts by Paakeha, on the inseparability of body and mauri, on the damaged world, on the power of myth. Read my review here. Paula Green
For nine months of this year I was hapū, and with hyperemesis, which is kind of like a permanent morning sickness, and so I spent a lot of time working from home or in my studio. That meant I read widely and watched and listened to hours and hours of television and podcasts.
It’s hard to pick the best books I read, but:
Fanny Howe’s Night Philosophy (Divided Publishing) stayed with me, especially the excerpt of the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Children. Edited as scraps of Howe’s work the book centres around the figure of the child and uses images of history to circumnavigate notions of power.
In the last few weeks I finally finished Please, Call Me Jesus (Dead Bird Books) by one of the funniest and most brilliant writers in Aotearoa, Samuel Te Kani. Please, Call Me Jesus is a collection of erotic short stories that address and examine the futurities of sexuality through technology.
Another brilliant collection is Nostalgia Has Ruined My Life by Zarah Butcher McGunningle (Giramondo Publishing). Nostalgia Has Ruined My Life is a collection of prose-like short stories that are deceptively simple, morose and hilarious. Every vignette is deadpan and relatable but also speaks to the constraints of living under late capitalism, the marketplace of dating and living with an illness while trying to navigate these demands.
Other notable titles that I read this year include: the Earthsea series by the late Ursula Leguin; Sons for the Return Home by Albert Wendt, An Apartment on Uranus by Paul B. Preciado; There Ain’t No Black in the Union Jack: The Cultural Politics of Race and Nation by Paul Gilroy; The Undying by Anne Boyer; and How to Weave a Basket by Jazz Money.
It’s just as hard to pick the best television shows I watched, but highlights were:
Succession, the tragi-comedy centred around a Murdoch-like whānau whose dysfunctional wealth is parts debaucherous, entertaining, and repulsive.
Squid Game. Similar to Bong Joon-ho’s Parasite, Squid Game deals with inequality issues – namely debt – and class conflict – namely labour – within Korean society. Throughout the show references are made to real life worker strikes, the treatment of North Korean defectors in South Korea, the treatment of the elderly, the housing crisis, migrant workers, unemployment, and the toxicity of competition as a condition of living under late capitalism. Squid game is a show that you have to watch in Korean with subtitles, not dubbed in English.
The other show I loved this year was Reservation Dogs. Shot entirely on Muscogee territory, Sterlin Harjo and Taika Waititi’s heist comedy occasionally swerves into the surreal. The show follows four teenagers trying to save money to leave their Oklahoma Reservation for California to honour their friend Daniel who has passed away.
My three favourite podcasts were:
The Red Nation podcast – one of the hosts is Nick Estes (a brilliant writer and thinker from turtle island)
Stuff the British Stole – they stole so many things
Behind the Bastards – The host Robert Evans has a really dark sense of humour which is fitting because this podcast talks about the worst people in history.
For the first half of the year, before my third trimester and before Delta and Omicron I was working between Tāmaki Makaurau and Ōtepoti so I was lucky to see a lot of exhibitions in both cities. I saw so many important exhibitions. In no particular order here are my favourite five:
Emily Karaka is my favourite New Zealand artist and her work in Toi Tū Toi Ora and Rāhui at Visions Gallery is emotional for me to write about. I wrote in depth about Rāhui and some of her other work here.
Fabric artist Ron Te Kawa’s Hīnātore: a love story at Objectspace was joyful. Te Kawa makes the most incredible quilts which examine his whakapapa, matauranga Māori and atua waahine.
New world daughter a sterile sermon on the vile waha of the fuckin Leith by p.Walters at Parasite was a really hectic, but incredible, critical and urgent exhibition that made me think a lot about the commodification and mass production of Māori taonga, what it means to belong to this nation state of ‘New Zealand’ and Lana del Rey and Lady Gaga.
Pōuwatu: Active Presence by John Miller and Elisapeta Heta at Objectspace was honestly one of the most important shows I’ve ever seen. I wrote about it more in depth with Morgan Godfery here
Having the opportunity to see both Toi Tū Toi Ora curated by Nigel Borell at the Auckland art gallery and Ātete (To resist) by Ralph Hotere at the Dunedin Public Art Gallery over and over again from when they opened until when they closed was a huge privilege. Toi Tū Toi Ora was the largest exhibition of Māori contemporary art ever and to spend time with the 300 artworks was not only special, but also necessary. These were both my favourite exhibitions of 2020 and 2021.
Other notable exhibitions I saw this year include: Jamie Berry’s Whakapapa: Algorithms at Papakura Art Gallery, Natasha Te Arahori Keating’s Ngā peka also at Papakura gallery, Arielle Walker’s distance rewoven from the stem at the Blue Oyster art project space and From the shore curated by Ioana Gordon Smith at the Dunedin Public Art Gallery.
THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY 2021 was bringing my sweet little bean Miriama Jean Matauaina Godfery into te ao marama. Hana Pera Aoake
Iona Winter
Iona Winter’s gaps in the light (ad hoc fiction) is sublime on so many levels. The collection is dedicated to Iona’s son Reuben (20.5.1994 – 17.9.2020), and the dedication page becomes a pause a prayer a bouquet of sadness before you turn the page. I stalled here. I waited at this border between life and death. And then I entered a peopled glade: characters voices circumstances. Iona lays her own pain and loss beneath the surface of every scene, the hybrid writing stretching delving recovering above the subterranean ache. Writing becomes preservation, connection, ebb and flow, fighting against and fighting for. It is writing as lament and it is writing as meditation. My review. Paula Green
2021 was bittersweet, it marked the first year without my son Reuben, two major surgeries, releasing my latest pukapuka and Reuben’s posthumous album into the world, and the Verb and Katherine Mansfield House & Garden residency where I worked on a new project about suicide bereavement – all of these things (and more) during a pandemic setting.
2021 poetry finds (I’m not necessarily a follower of what’s deemed fashionable): Denise Riley Say Something Back Panmacmillan), Poetry New Zealand Yearbook 2021(Massey University Press), Liz Breslin In Bed with the Feminists (Dead Bird Books), Dominic Hoey I thought we’d be famous (Dead Bird Books), and Louise Erdrich Jacklight (holt Paperbacks). 2021 fiction finds: Mohsin Hamid The Reluctant Fundamentalist, Emma Donoghue The Pull of the Stars (set around the 1918 Flu Epidemic and very topical), Doireann Ni Ghriofa A Ghost in the Throat, Tracey Slaughter The Devil’s Trumpet (VUP), Alix E. Harrow 10,000 Doors of January. 2021 non-fiction find was Only the rivers run free. Northern Ireland: The Women’s War by Eileen Fairweather, Roisin McDonough and Melanie McFadyean, which is topical in terms of how we are currently treating one another in the world, and poignant given Reuben’s death and my grief process. Iona Winter
Kirsten McDougall
Kirsten McDougall’s She’s a Killer (VUP) is an astonishing book. Daring, wise, jagged, smooth. I finished it and felt bereft. Fell asleep and then woke up discombobulated. That where am I? Who am I? What I am doing on this godforsaken planet kind of feeling. Every note in Kirsten’s novel (part eco-thriller but so much more) is pitch perfect. Every turn surprising. Every character sharp and faceted and memorable. Don’t go reading reviews that spend most of the time plot and outcome and ideas summarising. Go in fresh. Go in with senses open. It’s the perfect book to read in the time of Covid when we are experiencing all manner of societal splinters and spikes, challenges and catastrophes, goodness and hope. Elizabeth Knox said the book will make you laugh and weep. Yes. It also made me feel self-awkward and despairing, grief-struck. But more than anything, it made me feel utterly alive, and it’s a long time since a book has made me feel this. Maybe since Elizabeth’s equally tremendous The Absolute Book. Genius! Paula Green
‘Diorama’ by Talia Marshall courtesy of Reading Room
The quality and range of writing being published online and in print on these islands is astounding and I don’t know why the rest of the world isn’t bowing down before us in anticipation to see what we do next. Not that we need that. We know our worth. So many folk have moved, entertained, or taught me stuff this year, but I’m going to focus on three writers I secretly call the three punks – Tayi, Talia and Tawhai.
I love these three writers for their heart, brain and imagination. I also think they’re strong players in the community of writers forging our literature. Brian Eno has this term he calls ‘scienius’ which I like because it dodges the individualised (and paternalistic) idea of the ‘genius’ and recognises that artists and thinkers fuel off each other and while we write in our own quiet corners, we’re also writing to each other and for each other. I thank the three punks for what they’ve given me in the year 2021.
Tayi Tibble’s Rangikura (VUP) is the follow up to her phenomenally successful Poūkahangatus. (Both books have been picked up by Knopf, and I can’t wait to see what she does to America). Rangikura has the same hits that made Poūkahangatus so remarkable, but it’s an evolution as well – the poet has matured and the poems have deepened, hit some raw nerve, gone quieter in parts and louder in others. The poems elide time, the past is woven with always stylish present. (It’s Tayi after all. I work with her and one of my fav things is when she walks in the door and I see what she’s wearing that day.) Perhaps ‘present’ isn’t the right word. Read ‘My Ancestors Ride wit Me’:
‘When I’m out with my mans eating/an expensive hunk of whatever/my ancestors and I share/the same taste and you can see it/in our smile so forceful it splits/the space–time continuum./ Weird flex I know. They taught me that/the entire universe is malleable and mine to mould.’
When I first read Rangikura I felt uncomfortable. (I love it when writing does this.) The information is raw and personal, stylised, and tangled up in the dirtiness of living. In the long poem ‘Little’, about a burgeoning love affair, there’s a description of wait staff staring at the subject, judging, while she eats in a restaurant with her new lover. It’s driving her crazy and she wants to poke her tongue out at the waiter but stops herself. Instead she slays him with a line: ‘He is straining /so intensely to stare that the bones and sinew in his neck are standing to/attention. He looks like a chicken preparing his own neck for the cleaver.’ Wouldn’t want to be that chicken in the way of Tayi’s pen.
I first met Talia Marshall and her writing years ago. She was in a poetry class that Greg O’Brien facilitated, and she was the best poet in that class, the most electric. Then I didn’t hear of her for years until she started publishing her astounding essays online. I think Talia is one of the great brains writing out of Aotearoa right now, writing of its people and art and fucked-up past. She manages to pull personal experience, history, artists and writers, a man called John, and her own eclectic lyricism into the essay form. She’s bold, and honest. One moment she’ll be trying to decide if ‘Bill Manhire counts as a straight white man or a druid priest rattling the long bones at his neck’ and the next she’s asking the reader if ‘Maori ever really give anything away for free, or for just a few beads and blankets? Why would we give away the whenua we belonged to for blankets? Our weavers were the best in the world. We sat on the finest flax mats.’ Read ‘Talia and the Pākehās’ at the Reading Room.
Reading Talia I often feel I’m being rubbed raw with sandpaper (I love it when writing does this), she confronts me and forces me to think differently. She makes me hoot with laughter. I can’t wait to read her book when it comes out.
Alice Tawhai’s first novel came out in November. She’s previously published some excellent short stories collected in A Festival of Miracles and Luminous back in the 00s. Aljce in Therapy Land (Lawrence and Gibson) is the story of Aljce, who goes down the rabbit hole to work at The Therapy Hub, where she hopes to attain enough practice hours to become a qualified counsellor. From day one, Aljce’s job at Therapy Hub is a disaster. The boss, Jillq is a classic narcissistic bully, who will smile and pull the rug out from under Aljce while saying, ‘what rug?’ Tawhai’s writing is funny, strange, kind, and reflective about quirks of human behaviour. She also does this thing with time that is part Alice Adventures in Wonderland, and part what I recognise as belonging to Tawhai’s stories where time and our experience of it get all mashed-up, the filters come down and we briefly glimpse the magnificent and inarticulate world in its incomprehensible blinding matter. I love it when writing does this. Kirsten McDougall
BEST TV: Creamerie, Succession, all the Stewart Lee I can find on youtube.
BEST SONG: ‘Montero’ by Lil Naz X.
BEST PODCAST: ‘Story of the Clash’ narrated by Chuck D, and always the Savage LoveCast.
The Creamerie
Lily Holloway
Lily Hollway appears in AUP New Poets 8 (AUP), along with the excellent Modi Deng and Tru Paraha. The series is currently edited by Anna Jackson and is a must-read avenue for emerging voices. At Kete Books I wrote: ‘Holloway is an award-winning writer and postgraduate student who has been published in numerous journals. I have long admired her poetry: her aural and linguistic deftness, the sweet measure of surprise, the variegated forms, the connecting undercurrents, the honey, the bitterness. Her poems run on the rewarding premise that poems don’t need the full explanation, that tactile detail and deft juxtapositions can unmask love, desire, razor edges, self-exposure. Pocket narratives are equally sublime.’ Full review here. Paula Green
I am writing this 2021 reflection in an exhausted daze after handing in my final coursework for the year. 2021 has really done a number on me (as I am sure it has on most people) and I feel like I could sleep through until after Christmas if I really committed myself. Cassius, the attention-seeking neighbourhood cat, is trying to distract me from the task at hand but the pats can wait, dude!
The Books:
One of my top two books of the year would have to be I Am in Bed with You by Emma Barnes (AUP). Each poem demonstrates such a fine-tuned command over language. My copy is covered in marginalia along the lines of sooooo goood! and this right here! Its examination of the body and of being seen/being known makes it a book I wish had been around years ago. The eponymous poem, I am in bed with you, had me with tears in my eyes (something that rarely ever happens to me when reading poetry, that’s how hardcore I am). It was only after reading this collection that the scope of my dissertation, something I had been procrastinating for months, really came into focus. I can’t wait to read it over and over again.
My other book of the year is Burst Kisses on the Actual Wind by Courtney Sina Meredith (Beatnik Publishing). It’s a collection that is overflowing with love and Courtney is such a powerhouse. Her first collection Brown Girls in Bright Red Lipstick was the first book of poetry I ever bought myself. Her use of varied form gives the feeling that the collection is moving around you as you explore it.
Apart from getting to spend time with I Am in Bed with You, the only positive part about having to write my dissertation was getting to sit for an extended time with Jackson Nieuwland’s I Am a Human Being (Compound Press) and essa may ranapiri’s ransack (VUP). They’re both such rich and well-crafted collections. I wait with bated breath for essa’s second collection ECHIDNA to be published with Te Herenga Waka University Press next year. This year I have also been enjoying reading Rhian Gallagher’s Far-Flung (AUP), Jess Fiebig’s My Honest Poem (AUP), and legit anything by Chris Tse (AUP).
A poem I always come back to is my friend Roman Sigley’s Horsegirl, published in the 10th edition of Starling. I think part of why I like this poem in particular is because it reminds me of my primary school days and the queerness of playing pretend. I also have been loving reading works published by Leah Dodd, Sophie van Waardenberg, and Maddi Rowe. Rebecca Hawkes’ Nepenthes Terrarium (published in Salt Hill) made me go out and buy my first pitcher plant (happy to say that it isn’t dead yet).
This year AUP New Poets 8was published, edited by Anna Jackson and featuring myself, Tru Paraha, and Modi Deng. Since the launch got Covid-cancelled, I would like to take the opportunity to say it’s an honour to sit alongside such talented poets and to have been read with such care by Anna. Reading Vanessa Mei Crofsky’s collection in AUP New Poets 6, was what made me start writing regularly. I wanted to be able to do that. Thank you to everyone who has bought a copy or who has supported the process. It still feels too good to be true.
Other Media:
I get very easily addicted to video games. I have well over 1,000 hours in The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth, a rogue-like rpg shooter about religious trauma and this year, my girlfriend and I played many hours of Terraria together. I also finished the new content introduced in the latest Stardew Valley update. My favourite game franchise of all time, Ace Attorney, released an English translation of The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles, which I am currently making my way through.
Here is an embarrassing confession for you all: This year (ahem, in the last couple of months), as a coping mechanism for life and all that involves, I binge-watched all of Glee. Let me tell you, this show is infuriating. Characters are inconsistent, plot-lines are abandoned at the drop of a hat. Do not be misled, there is little to no glee to be found here. I curse my flatmate, Noah, for having so casually suggested a re-watch. Aside from that nonsense, wonderful writer and friend, Anuja Mitra, and I have been watching a lot of socially-distanced movies together over Teleparty. Thank you for taking me out of my Glee-induced nightmare.
This year, like many years before it, my most listened to album was Supa Dupa Fly by Missy Elliott. There are rumours of a new Missy Elliott album in the works and I can guarantee I will get very Teary Eyed (one of my favourite Missy Elliott songs) the day it is released.
Other:
I have been rewarding myself for doing my university work and replying to overdue emails by buying second-hand clothing off of Trademe, particularly vests and waistcoats. For my birthday, I bought myself a cold-brew coffee maker from Coffee and Tea Lovers and it has been such a luxury. After three tries, I passed my practical motorbike learners licence test.
I am really looking forward to what 2022 is bringing. Rebecca Hawkes, Alie Benge, essa may ranapiri, Chris Tse, (and probably many others who have slipped my mind) all have projects forthcoming. My girlfriend and I are planning to move to Wellington so I can start an MA in creative writing at the IIML.
Lots of love from me (and Cassius)! Wishing you all the best possible end to 2021 and a joyous start to the new year. Lily Holloway
Louise Wallace
I am a huge fan of The Starling: New Writing from Young New Zealanders, founded and edited by Louise Wallace. The site showcases writers under 25 and underlines what vibrant and wide ranging work the younger generation is producing in Aotearoa. Francis Cooke is a co-editor and Tate Fountain, Claudia Jardine and Sinead Overbye have joined the editorial committee. The Starling. This site is a gift. Paula Green
Ash Davida Jane’s collection How to Live with Mammals (VUP) was a highlight for me. It is urgent in its focussed attention on climate change and the natural world, as well as containing some really tender relationship poems. It was a thrill to see Ash’s book place second in the Laurel Prize. I also loved the voices in AUP New Poets 8: Modi Deng, Lily Holloway and Tru Paraha (AUP). There is a lot to celebrate. The gatherings in A Clear Dawn: New Asian Voices from Aotearoa New Zealand (AUP) and Out Here: An anthology of Takatāpui and LGBTQIA+ writers from Aotearoa (AUP) felt like milestone moments in our poetic landscape.
I am in awe of festival organisers this year, and so grateful for their grit and perseverance in extremely challenging conditions to continue to support and inspire this community. I chaired an event for the New Zealand Young Writers Festival in Ōtepoti and Eliana Gray and team had created such a beautiful atmosphere for the festival, I felt grateful just to be there to soak it up. Independent bookstores have continued to be sustaining forces and Good Books, Food Court Books and the University Book Shop Otago have been personal standouts. I recently discovered Craft – a podcast that speaks to writers about the process of creating a particular book or project, and I loved the first episode with Nina Mingya Powles talking about Tiny Moons: A Year of Eating in Shanghai. I am looking forward to the second episode with Chen Chen. Louise Wallace
Nina Mingya Powles
Magnolia 木蘭 arrived in 2020 (Seraph Press). It was shortisted for the Ockham NZ Book Awards, Forward Prize for Poetry Best First Collection, 2020 and RSL Ondaatje Prize. It was launched at Food Court Books when Nina was back in Te a Whanganui-a-Tara Wellington in April 2021. I so loved this collection. I turn to the blurb on the back of the book and see so many of the words that have guided my reading: hunger, longing, home, mixed-race, languages, women, colour, rain. Magnolia 木蘭 is origami poetry – it will unfold in your body as you read. It is miniature-city poetry that will reinstate multiple existences of home. It is rain poetry that will fall as gleaming light and stomach nourishment and tattoo your skin. It is love poetry and disappearance poetry. It is heart poetry and human poetry that, in this extraordinary year, will get you contemplating your own downpours and magnolias, and in those musings discover poetry solace. I also adored Tiny Moons: A Year of Eating in Shanghai this year. Small Bodies in the Water (Canongate Books), a poetic essay collection, is on my must-read summer list. Paula Green
This year I wasn’t able to get my hands on as many new Aotearoa poetry books as I’d have liked; I have a big wishlist for next year! And overall I struggled to sustain much focus when it comes to reading, but I did fall deeply into a few collections. Lookby Solmaz Sharif was published by Graywolf in the US in 2016 but somehow I only just stumbled upon it, and it was staggering. Amnion (Allen & Unwin), a verse novel by Stephanie Sy-Quia, exploded the notion of the epic and is a masterful excavation of multi-generational, multilingual family history. And Honorifics (Nine Arches Press) by Cynthia Miller was a delight and a salve; so many of Miller’s poems about family and language resonated with me. I wanted to hold them close. Nina Mingya Powles
Ruby Solly
Enter a poetry book that catches your heart and every pore of your skin, and you enter a forest with its densities, its shadows and lights, canopies and breaths, re-generations. You will meet oceans and rivers and enter different ebbs and flows, different currents, fluencies. You will reach the sky with its infinite hues, dreamings, navigations, weatherings (storm washed, sunlit, moonlit). You will meet the land with its lifeblood, embraces, loves, whānau, anchors.This is what happens when I read Ruby Solly’s Tōku Pāpā (VUP). Paula Green
I posted Ruby’s picks earlier. You can read them here.
Sue Orr
Sue Orr’s Loop Tracks (VUP) is a triumph on so many levels. It is the kind of novel that will touch you profoundly, with its exquisite craft, characters that increasingly matter, its lattice work of vital ideas and issues. I love the loops and overlaps. Covid, Wellington and local politics make an appearance, along with the the central issue of young women in the 1970s struggling to get abortions. Sue rejuvenates what novels can do, and underlines how fiction is an essential tool in broadcasting versions of who we are and who we have been. Paula Green
Two essay collections have captured my attention time and time again this year, perhaps because the essay length is perfect for the pandemic-distracted reader. Where We Swim by Ingrid Horrocks (VUP) is a beautiful exploration of our engagement with seas and rivers and swimming pools, threaded with cross-currents of startling personal and social observations. Festival Days by Jo Ann Beard (Hachette UK) investigates the spectrum of human experience with language that sears and sparkles. Both these collections are addictive — books you can’t stop reading, books you want to never finish. Sue Orr
Tim Grgec
I am such a fan of Tim Grgec’s All Tito’s Children. This is what struck: the land is a constant. Contested yes, stolen yes, and where we stand yes; in our imaginations, in our bones and hearts, across generations. Our now endangered skies, sea, terra firma, have been a constant over centuries of change and conflict and exile. I don’t quite know how to articulate this but the word ‘wonder’ keeps arising. Questions and awe. Questions and awe. In this sequence of haunting dislocation that compels some people to leave as refugees, there are exquisite flashes of wonder. Where the power and the beauty of the land, that beloved homeland, transcend everything. Just for a moment, and in that contemplative brilliance, there resides fleeting hope. Tim’s ability to craft a line with such simplicity, such fluency, beams at you, amplifies the effect of wonder as you read. How I love this book. How this is such a perfect book to read in our own uneven times, where everything comes into question, where freedom is a tested concept, where we need to do better caring for the dispossessed. I hold this book to my heart knowing the best way to seduce you is with Tim’s words, not mine. My review. I am also a big cricket fan! Paula Green
I exhausted my capacity for poetry earlier in the year finishing my first book, so I didn’t read as much as I usually would have. One poem that stopped me in my tracks, though, was “Parking Warden” by Aziembry Aolani. I was lucky enough to hear Aziembry read at Food Court Books, Newtown. His poem is a hilarious and perceptive “day-in-the-life” account of a parking warden (and all the troubling abuse that comes with it). ]Read the poem here.
More than anything else, 2021 proved a great year to be a Black Caps fan. I’ve suffered my entire life following cricket but this year Kane Williamson & co. cemented themselves as the best team we’ve ever had by winning the inaugural World Test Championship. Special mention also goes to Ajaz Patel, who later in the year became only the third bowler in cricket’s 144-year history to take all ten wickets of an innings with 10-119 against India in Mumbai. Such moments make all the pointlessness and late nights worth it.
The contributors
Bill Manhire founded the creative writing programme at Victoria University of Wellington, which a little over 20 years ago became the International Institute of Modern Letters. His most recent book Wow is published by Victoria University Press in New Zealand and Carcanet in the UK. His new collaboration with musician Norman Meehan, Bifröst, is named for the rainbow bridge in Norse mythology whose destruction heralds the end of the world.
Chris Price is the author of three poetry collections and the hybrid ‘biographical dictionary’ Brief Lives. She has also collaborated with NZ physicists (in Are Angels Ok?), and with German poets (in the bilingual anthology Transit of Venus | Venustransit). Chris convenes the MA Workshop in Poetry and Creative Nonfiction at the International Institute of Modern Letters.
Chris Tse’s third poetry collection Super Model Minority will be published by Auckland University Press in March 2022. He and Emma Barnes co-edited Out Here: An anthology of Takatāpui & LGBTQIA+ writers from Aotearoa.
Eileen Merriman’s first young adult novel, Pieces of You, was published in 2017, and was a finalist in the NZ Book Awards for Children and Young Adults and a Storylines Notable Book. She has published another nine novels for adults and young adults. A regular finalist in the NZ Book Awards for Children and Young Adults, Merriman was a finalist in the 2021 Ngaio Marsh Award for Best Crime Novel and Moonlight Sonata was longlisted for the Jann Medlicott Acorn Prize for Fiction 2020. Some of her YA novels have been released in Germany, Turkey and the UK and three have been optioned for film or TV, including the Black Spiral Trilogy. Other awards include runner-up in the 2018 Sunday Star-Times Short Story Award and third in the same award for three consecutive years previously. She works as a consultant haematologist at North Shore Hospital.
Emma Barnes (Ngāti Pākehā, they/them) lives and writes in Pōneke | Wellington. They released their first book in March of this year I Am In Bed With You (AUP 2021). For the last few years they’ve been working with Chris Tse on an anthology of LGBTQIA+ and Takatāpui writing that was released this year, also by AUP. They work in tech and spend a lot of time picking heavy things up and putting them back down again.
Emma Neale, a Dunedin based writer and editor, is the author of six novels and six collections of poetry. Her most recent collection is To the Occupant (Otago University Press). In 2020 she received the Lauris Edmond Memorial Award for a Distinguished Contribution to New Zealand Poetry.
Hana Pera Aoake (Ngaati Hinerangi me Ngaati Raukawa, Ngaati Mahuta, Tainui/Waikato, Ngaati Waewae) is an artist and writer based in Te Rotopaateke, Ootepoti. Hana co organises Kei Te Pai press with Morgan Godfery and published their first pukapuka, A bathful of kawakawa and hot water with Compound Press in 2020. Their work has been exhibited and published widely, including in Granta, Running Dog, Artnow, Wasafiri, and in a number a books including The Material Kinship reader. They are currently a participant in the Regional Arts Australia programme and a māmā to Miriama Jean.
Iona Winter (Waitaha/Kāi Tahu) lives in Ōtepoti Dunedin. Her hybrid work is widely published and anthologised in literary journals internationally. Iona creates work to be performed, relishing cross-modality collaboration, and holds a Master of Creative Writing. She has authored three collections, Gaps in the Light (2021), Te Hau Kāika (2019), and then the wind came (2018). Skilled at giving voice to difficult topics, she often draws on her deep connection to land, place and whenua.
Kirsten McDougall’s previous novels are Tess (2017), longlisted for the Ockham NZ Book Awards, and shortlisted for the Ngaio Marsh Award, and The Invisible Rider (2012). Her stories and nonfiction have appeared in Landfall, Sport and Tell You What: Great New Zealand Non-fiction 2016, and her story ‘Walking Day’ won the 2021 Sunday Star-Times Short Story Competition. She was the recipient of the 2013 Creative New Zealand Louis Johnson New Writer’s Bursary, and a Michael King Writers Centre residency in 2019. She lives in Wellington.
Lily Holloway is a bunch of ladybugs in a trenchcoat. You can find their work at lilyholloway.co.nz or follow them on Twitter @milfs4minecraft.
Louise Wallace is the author of three collections of poetry published by Victoria University Press (soon to become Te Herenga Waka University Press!), and now lives in Ōtepoti. She is the founder and editor of Starling, an online journal for young New Zealand writers.
Nina Mingya Powles is a poet, zinemaker and non-fiction writer of Malaysian-Chinese and Pākehā heritage, currently living in London. She is the author of a food memoir, Tiny Moons: A Year of Eating in Shanghai (The Emma Press, 2020), poetry box-set Luminescent (Seraph Press, 2017), and several poetry chapbooks and zines, including Girls of the Drift (Seraph Press, 2014). In 2018 she was one of three winners of the inaugural Women Poets’ Prize, and in 2019 won the Nan Shepherd Prize for Nature Writing. Magnolia 木蘭 was shortlisted for the 2020 Forward Prize for Best First Collection. Nina has an MA in creative writing from Victoria University of Wellington and won the 2015 Biggs Family Prize for Poetry. She is the founding editor of Bitter Melon 苦瓜, a risograph press that publishes limited-edition poetry pamphlets by Asian writers. Her collection of essays, Small Bodies of Water, was published by Canongate Books in 2021.
Ruby Solly (Kāi Tahu, Waitaha, Kāti Māmoe) is a writer, musician and taonga pūoro practitioner living in Pōneke. She has been published in journals such as Landfall, Starling and Sport among others. In 2020 she released her debut album, Pōneke, which looks at the soundscapes of Wellington’s past, present and future through the use of taonga pūoro, cello, and environmental sounds. She is currently completing a PhD in public health, focusing on the use of taonga pūoro in hauora Māori. Tōku Pāpā is her first book.
Sue Orr’s latest novel, Loop Tracks, was published by VUP in June. It will be published in Australia by Upswell in March 2022. Sue teaches creative writing at the IIML, and in Wellington prisons.
Tim Grgec was the 2018 recipient of the Biggs Family Prize for Poetry. Having failed to achieve his childhood dream of playing for the Black Caps, he now has delusions of becoming a great writer. His first book, All Tito’s Children, is out now with Victoria University Press.