18 March 2014
... until someone loses their dragons. I have three fierce dragons to chase at the moment - or are thy chasing me? There's the finishing stages of proofing for The Stars Like Sand: Australian Speculative Poetry - that stage when a book seems to be interminably 95% finished, but never quite done. There's the ever-extending Basin Reserve Flyover Board of Inquiry - as the co-convenor of the Save the Basin Campaign, quite a lot of my energy is going on that. And there's a major work project which is about half complete.
If they don't succeed in burning me up or out, all those dragons should be caught and trained by about July, but in the meantime something has to go, and I've decided that thing will be blogging. When the Seven Kingdoms are reunited under the flag of peace, freedom and the Westerosi Way - when the sun also rises - when at least two of those three projects are out of the way - I'll be back. Till then, au revoir!
01 March 2014
Sidelights: Rugby Poems, by Mark Pirie (Wellington: The Night Press, 2013), available via Mark's website.
Sport, a big area of New Zealand life, has formed a surprisingly small part of New Zealand poetry. Mark Pirie has done a lot to remedy that lately, with his NZ cricket poetry anthology A Tingling Catch receiving a lot of very favourable press, not least from the prestigious Wisden Cricketer.
Mark is currently editing an anthology of New Zealand and international poems about football (that is, the round-ball variety). But when I was growing up, the world game was still called 'soccer' in New Zealand, as 'football' was reserved for use to describe the sport that all New Zealanders, and in particular all New Zealand males, were supposed to be obsessed by: rugby union.
I grew up in Southland, where rugby's hold was arguably as complete as anywhere in the country - at Gore High School, it was a source of great embarrassment that those half-despised, half-pitied sooks who played soccer had actually managed to string together a few winning games, while the school's rugby First XV, supposedly the bastion and exemplar of teenage masculinity, was completely useless.
(If women's rugby was played anywhere in New Zealand in the 1970s, it most certainly wasn't played in Gore.)
I only ever played one game of rugby, during which I invented the kicking No. 8 long before Zinzan Brooke had thought of the idea. And, despite my Pommy background and odd haircut, I did eventually get interested in the game and used to watch a lot of it - right up to the point at which the All Blacks won the 2011 Word Cup, at which point, to my surprise, my interest in the game evaporated almost completely. I still watch the occasional All Blacks match on TV, but no longer pay any attention to the domestic or Super 15 competitions.
But I remember those provincial passions, which is why I enjoyed Mark Pirie's Sidelights, and why my favourite poem from it is The Divided Country, which explores the eternal duality between Hurricanes and Highlanders supporters. "School Days at Wellington College" has a great last line which it sets up perfectly, and I also particularly enjoyed the sequence "Five All Blacks poems", which ends with a poem celebrating the moment All Blacks' captain Richie McCaw lifted the Webb Ellis Cup at the end of the 2011 World Cup tournament - that same moment that something in my brain appears to have decided that enough was enough.
Even in 2014, it's hard to be in New Zealand for long without rugby starting to seep into your life: Sidelights is a good first step towards an understanding; or a valedictory to an era, long lost or recently ended, of liniment, the Sideline Eye, and the crowd rising to "E Ihowā Atua".
18 February 2014
Walking to the dairy
to buy milk is no easy
thing when you're in Dunedin.
Like this morning, I was
walking down Great King Street
when a car pulls up
and someone screams out the window,
I couldn't help myself. I yelled
back, "HURRICANES BEAT YOU, MAN!"
The guy was stunned. He hurled his can
at me, beer spraying
across the street. Then, he tore off
and I walked into the dairy. It seems
the Dunedin mornings
are the saddest. "Just wait," says
the girl at the counter, "for the rain!"
Credit note: "The Divided Country" is published in Mark Pirie's collection of rugby poems, Sidelights,, which I'll be reviewing on this blog soon.
Tim says: When I think of a country divided by rugby, the first thing that comes to mind is the 1981 Springbok Tour. But this poem is about a different sort of division: the eternal divide between New Zealand's five Super 15 franchises. I reckon I've walked to that dairy a few time, too.
The Tuesday Poem: Is the 2013 Takahē Poetry Competition winner.
04 February 2014
Forest: Banks Peninsula
The kanuka was here before the felling.
When flowers weigh it down,
I feel the lowest branch drag along the ground.
All through the day, I overhear what the stumps
say to one another. Each passes on
the same tale - how the first tall tree was formed
from feathers of a giant bird.
Last year a huddle of gorse settled on a bluff.
Its moths bring gossip but nothing consoles me.
We take turns sifting dirt and grit. Sometimes
dust whirls around us
but the land at the edge of the coast
cocks its thumb at the sea.
We scratch layers and layers of loam away.
How many more until we touch the sand
in history's lining?
It's said that Tane's feet are printed there.
Even the claws of birds have not
Here is the gorse, our winter shelter.
And here is the kanuka
that remembers the sky as we do.
One spring the kokako may return - the kokako
we heard as we slept.
I open my notebook
and catch a faint scent of pine.
climbs up the page.
Credit note: "Forest: Banks Peninsula" is from Jan Hutchison's collection The Happiness of Rain, published by and available from Steele Roberts, and is reproduced here by permission of the author.
Tim says: I interviewed Jan Hutchison in 2012 and ran the title poem of her collection as a Tuesday Poem at that time. Over the holidays, my reading backlog melted away, and I was finally able to read and enjoy Jan's fine collection. This poem appealed for me both for its beautifully controlled language and as a tribute to those - some in Christchurch, others no longer there - who have been working so hard for so long to restore the forest on Banks Peninsula and the birdlife that rightly goes with it.
The Tuesday Poem: I'm pleased to see Joe Dolce make an appearance with his poem Bogong Moth. Joe is one of the poets included in the forthcoming anthology The Stars Like Sand: Australian Speculative Poetry, co-edited by myself and P.S. Cottier.
27 January 2014
Check out Part 1 for a sampler of some of my favourite pop, rock and metal that I listened to in 2013.
I've never been a great jazz fan, but I did start to listen to and appreciate jazz a little more. Here are a couple of my favourites by Miles Davis, both in live performances:
Miles Davis Group, Time After Time
Miles Davis Quintet, Miles Runs The Voodoo Down
It's hard to find good classical clips on YouTube, but here's a sample of some of the classical music I've enjoyed over the past year:
Richard Strauss, Four Last Songs, No. 4: Im Abendrot (Renee Fleming)
Dmitri Shostakovich, String Quartet No. 8 (Borodin Quartet)
Bela Bartok, String Quartet No. 3 (Kontras Quartet)
Olivier Messiaen, Turangalila-Symphony (Movement 1, annotated)
21 January 2014
My listening during 2013 was my usual mixture of old and new. To prove I'm not that guy who's forever stuck in the 1970s, let's kick off with a couple of songs from albums that won't even be released until 2014.
St Vincent, Birth in Reverse
Warpaint, Love Is To Die
Over the holidays, Kay and I saw the wonderful movie "Twenty Feet from Stardom", about backing singers who stood so close to, but not in, the spotlight. My favourite among these singers is the wonderful Darlene Love, who does sometime get to share on the spotlight, as on this all-star cover of Jackie Wilson's "(Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher":
Here's Jackie Wilson performing the song:
Talking of backing singers, this song may be by Dave Stewart, but it's when backing singer Amy Keys and the musicians take over proceedings at the 2:34 mark that things really get going:
Onwards! From 2012, here's rap with a touch of country - B.O.B. feat. Taylor Swift, "Both of Us":
My metal band of the year has been Arch Enemy: here they are live with an oldie but a goodie, "Silverwing":
Whereas it's possible to place Arch Enemy very precisely by genre (Melodic Death Metal, in case you were wondering), Kylesa are a unique fusion of genres with metal somewhere at the core. Here is my favourite track off their 2013 album Ultraviolet, "Steady Breakdown":