‘He waka eke noa: we’re all in this together’
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Tayi Tibble, Sam Duckor-Jones and Jan Fitzgerald. Best review treat in an age.
A taste of Sam’s review:
If the waka analogy holds, then Duckor-Jones’s waka is his tribe, his allied kinship group, and in this case his golems. ‘Bloodwork’ is easily the most arresting piece. It’s a sequence of 20 poems that speak to the ‘making of a man’. Throughout his work, the poet evokes tropes of masculinity like lovers: dandies, brutes, pools boys, dudes, blokes, Jeff and more. These crowd his pages, but it’s the hoard of clay men that affix in my mind, along with the keen instructions on creation:
to wield the tools
to make an eight-foot man
to make him look like he’d sweat