tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-327444342024-02-07T16:48:56.295+13:00Papyri<b>Poems, Imitations & Translations</b>Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.comBlogger170125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-46301976533085900422023-04-26T08:30:00.003+12:002023-05-02T10:54:17.379+12:00Site-map<div style="text-align: center;">
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/09/contents.html">Papyri</a>: Love-poems & fragments<br />from Sappho & elsewhere</b> (2007)<ul><br />
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/04/villa-of-papyri.html">The Villa of the Papyri</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2006/10/sappho-to-anaktoria.html">Sappho to Anaktoria</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/02/recipe-for-making-dadaist-poem.html">Recipe for Making a Dadaist Poem</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/02/ode-to-aphrodite.html">Ode to Aphrodite</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-among-surrealists.html">Life among the Surrealists</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/02/atthis.html">Atthis</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/02/mnasidica.html">Mnasidika</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/02/fragments.html">Fragments</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/02/fragments-2.html">Fragments (2)</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-girl-who-doesnt-care-for-poetry.html">To a girl who doesn’t care for poetry</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/02/fragments-3.html">Juicy Root</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/02/fragments-3.html">Virgin</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/03/sapphos-epithalamion.html">Sappho’s Epithalamion</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2007/02/sappho-anacreon-et-anacreontiques.html">Sources</a></li></ul>
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/ovid-in-otherworld.html">Ovid in Otherworld</a></b> (2006)<ul><br />
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/exul-ludens.html">Exul Ludens</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/tristia-32.html">Tristia 3.2</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/tristia-33.html">Tristia 3.3</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/tristia-38.html">Tristia 3.8</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/tristia-310.html">Tristia 3.10</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/tristia-312.html">Tristia 3.12</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/tristia-313.html">Tristia 3.13</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/tristia-57.html">Tristia 5.7</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/tristia-510.html">Tristia 5.10</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/tristia-512.html">Tristia 5.12</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/epistulae-12.html">Epistulae 1.2</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/epistulae-47.html">Epistulae 4.7</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/epistulae-410.html">Epistulae 4.10</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/epistulae-414.html">Epistulae 4.14</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/fasti-v-421-44.html">Fasti V: 421-44</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidtherworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-books-of-fasti.html">Sources</a></li>
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/puppet-oresteia.html">The Puppet Oresteia</a></b> (2008)<ul><br />
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-1.html">Chorus 1</a> - <i>Cursed with prophecy</i></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-2.html">Chorus 2</a> - <i>I ran through the wood</i></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-3.html">Chorus 3</a> - <i>Little girl lost</i></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-4.html">Chorus 4</a> - <i>Joy lives with those</i></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-5.html">Chorus 5</a> - <i>Cursed with second sight</i></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-6.html">Chorus 6</a> - <i>See how Apollo</i></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-7.html">Chorus 7</a> - <i>The labour pains</i></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-8.html">Chorus 8</a> - <i>There she goes</i></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-9.html">Chorus 9</a> - <i>Drops of holy water</i></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/04/oresteia-chorus-10.html">Chorus 10</a> - <i>Noise is like flame</i></li>
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite.html">The Britney Suite</a></b> (2003)<ul><br />
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-1.html">COVER</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-2.html">TITLE-PAGE</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-3.html">COPYRIGHT</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-4.html">DEDICATION</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-5.html">CONTENTS</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-6.html">QUOTATION (Britney Spears)</a></li>
<li>[<b>Paul Celan:</b>] <i>SCHNEEPART</i> / <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-7.html">SNOWPART </a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-8.html">QUOTATION (Paul Celan)</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-9.html">QUOTATION (Cut Above)</a></li>
<li>[<b>Wendy Nu:</b>] <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-10.html"><i>keith partridge y yo</i></a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-11.html">QUOTATION (Paul Celan)</a></li>
<li>[<b>Paul Celan:</b>] <i>ERZFLITTER</i> / <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-12.html">ORESPARK </a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-13.html">QUOTATION (Paul Celan)</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-14.html">Who is Wendy Nu?</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-15.html">QUOTATION (ISBN)</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-16.html">Nouvelle vague</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-17.html">QUOTATION (Britney Spears)</a></li>
<li>[<b>Paul Celan:</b>] <i>KALK-KROKUS</i> / <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-18.html">CHALK-CROCUS </a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-19.html">QUOTATION (Paul Celan)</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-20.html">Letter to the author</a></li>
<li>[<b>Wendy Nu:</b>] <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-21.html"><i>mr darling writes to penthouse forum</i></a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-22.html">QUOTATION (Paul Celan)</a></li>
<li>[<b>Paul Celan:</b>] <i>DAS GEDUNKELTE</i> / <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-23.html">DARK </a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-24.html">QUOTATION (Paul Celan)</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-25.html">QUOTATION (John Felstiner)</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-26.html">QUOTATION (Nine Days)</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-27.html">It’s always too late</a> ...</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-28.html">QUOTATION (Britney Spears)</a></li>
<li>[<b>Paul Celan:</b>] <i>BEIDHÄNDIGE</i> / <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-29.html">BOTH-HANDED </a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2008/10/britney-suite-30.html">QUOTATION (Paul Celan)</a></li>
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/05/31-days.html">31 Days</a></b> (2009)<ul><br />
<li><b>François Villon</b>, “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-1.html">Ballade à s’amie</a>”</li>
<li><b>Heinrich von Kleist</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-2.html">Die Marquise von O</a></li>
<li><b>Jorge Luis Borges</b>, “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-3.html">El puñal</a>”</li>
<li><b>Victor Hugo</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-4.html">Les Misérables</a></li>
<li><b>Karl Kraus</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-5.html">Aphorismen</a></li>
<li><b>Garcilaso de la Vega</b>, “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-6.html">Soneto XXXVII</a>”</li>
<li><b>Guillaume Apollinaire</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-7.html">L'Hérésiarque & Cie</a></li>
<li><b>Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</b>, “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-8.html">Gefunden</a>”</li>
<li><b>Benito Pérez Galdós</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-9.html">Fortunata y Jacinta</a></li>
<li><b>Pierre de Marivaux</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-10.html">Le Legs</a></li>
<li><b>Arthur Schopenhauer</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-11.html">Aphorismen</a></li>
<li><b>José Lezama Lima</b>, “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-12.html">Retrato de Don Francisco de Quevedo</a>”</li>
<li><b>François-René de Chateaubriand</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-13.html">Mémoires d'Outre-Tombe</a></li>
<li><b>Rainer Maria Rilke</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-14.html">Duino Elegies 1</a></li>
<li><b>Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-15.html">El ingenioso hidalgo Don Quijote de la Mancha</a></li>
<li><b>Arthur Rimbaud</b>, “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-16.html">Ô saisons ô châteaux</a>”</li>
<li><b>Friedrich Heinrich Karl de la Motte Fouqué</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-17.html">Undine</a></li>
<li><b>D. F. Sarmiento</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-18.html">Facundo: Civilización y Barbarie en Las Pampas Argentinas</a></li>
<li><b>Voltaire</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-19.html">Abrégé de l'Histoire Universelle depuis Charlemagne jusques à Charlequint</a></li>
<li><b>Heinrich Heine</b>, “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-20.html">Orpheisch</a>”</li>
<li><b>Augusto Roa Bastos</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> "<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-21.html">La Excavacion</a>”</li>
<li><b>Gérard de Nerval</b>, “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-22.html">El Desdichado</a>”</li>
<li><b>Franz Kafka</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> "<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-23.html">Josefine, die Sängerin oder Das Volk der Mäuse</a>"</li>
<li><b>Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-24.html">Respuesta a Sor Filotea de la Cruz</a></li>
<li><b>Georges Perec</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-25.html">La Disparition</a></li>
<li><b>Jakob & Wilhelm Grimm</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-26.html">Der Froschkönig oder der eiserne Heinrich</a>”</li>
<li><b>Leopoldo Lugones</b>, “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-27.html">Historia de mi muerte</a>”</li>
<li><b>Vincent Voiture</b>, “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-28.html">Pour vos beaux yeux et vostre beau visage</a>”</li>
<li><b>Theodor Fontane</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-29.html">Vor dem Sturm</a></li>
<li><b>Octavio Paz</b>, <span style="font-style: italic;">from</span> “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-days-30.html">La verdad contra el Compromiso</a>”</li>
<li><b>Jackson Wills</b>, “<a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/05/31-days-31.html">Jackson's Assignment</a>”</li>
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/10/case-studies-2001.html">Case Studies</a></b> (2001)<ul><br />
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2010/05/case-studies-1.html">The Cliché</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/10/case-studies-2.html">Truth in the Cliché?</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/10/case-studies-3.html">The Psychic</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/10/case-studies-4.html">Truth in the Psychic?</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/10/case-studies-5.html">The Road of Excess</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2009/10/case-studies-6_03.html">The Palace of Wisdom</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/10/case-studies-7.html">Memento</a></li>
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2009/11/flying-blind.html">Flying Blind</a></b> (2009)</li>
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2010/05/theme-variations.html">Theme & Variations</a></b> (2010)<ul><br />
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think.html">Paul Celan</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2010/05/pyrenees.html">René Char</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2010/05/theme-variations-2010.html">Octavio Paz</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2010/04/theme-variations.html">Salvatore Quasimodo</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2010/05/sonnets-to-orpheus.html">Rainer Maria Rilke</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2010/01/site-map.html">César Vallejo</a></li>
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<li><b><a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.co.nz/2012/09/celanie-2012.html">Celanie: Poems & Drawings after Paul Celan</a></b> (2010-12)<ul><br />
<li>Jack Ross: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2012/02/celanie-poems-2010-12.html">Poems</a></li>
<li>Emma Smith: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2012/02/emma-smith-drawings-from-celanie-2012.html">Drawings</a></li>
<li>Jack Ross: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2010/05/site-map.html">Textual Notes</a></li>
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2012/04/melbourne-notebook-2011-12.html">Melbourne Notebook</a></b> (2011-12)<ul><br />
<li>Marie de France: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2011/10/nightingale.html">The Nightingale</a></li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2012/04/choruses-from-society-of-inner-light.html">Choruses from the <i>Society of Inner Light</i></a></li>
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<li><b><a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.co.nz/2012/09/a-clearer-view-of-hinterland-2014.html">A Clearer View of the Hinterland</a></b> (2014)<ul><br />
<li>Jack Ross: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2012/04/notes-to-clearer-view-of-hinterland-2014.html">Textual Notes</a></li>
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/poetry-specials.html">Poetry Specials</a></b> (2008-2018)<ul><br />
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/minotaur-2008.html">Minotaur</a> (2008)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/je-donne-mon-espoir-2008.html">Je donne à mon espoir</a> (2008)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/volcanic-glass-2009.html">Volcanic Glass</a> (2009)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/silhouette-2009.html">Silhouette</a> (2009)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/pale-star-2011.html">Pale Star</a> (2011)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/lounge-room-tribalism-2011.html">Lounge Room Tribalism</a> (2011)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/britains-missing-top-model-2011.html">Britain's Missing Top Model</a> (2011)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/except-once-2012.html">Except Once</a> (2012)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/jay-checks-his-father-into-home-2014.html">Jay Checks His Father into a Home</a> (2014)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/ice-road-trucker-2015.html">Ice Road Trucker</a> (2015)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/antigone-2015.html">Antigone</a> (2015)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/1942-2016.html">1942</a> (2016)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/canberra-tales-2017.html">Canberra Tales</a> (2017)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/rather-shock-2017.html">Rather a shock</a> (2017)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/time-for-outing-2017.html">Time for an outing</a> (2017)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2017/12/malinche-dreams-2018.html">Malinche Dreams</a> (2018)</li>
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/collage-poems.html">Collage Poems</a></b> (1997-2005)<ul><br />
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/jacks-metamorphoses-1997-98.html">Jack’s Metamorphoses</a> (1997-98)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/conversation-pieces-1997-98.html">Conversation Pieces</a> (1997-98)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/wharfbury-dogs-1998.html">Wharfbury Dogs</a> (1998)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/evenings-in-blackout-1998.html">Evenings in the Blackout</a> (1998)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/dieting-im-hungry-too-2000.html">Dieting. I’m Hungry too</a> (2000)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/in-cave-of-henry-james-2000.html">In the Cave of Henry James</a> (2000)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/ancestral-voices-2001.html">Ancestral Voices</a> (2001)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/satans-school-for-girls-2002.html">Satan’s School for Girls</a> (2002)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/anamorphoses-2002.html">Anamorphoses</a> (2002)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/postcards-2002-3.html">Postcards</a> (2002-3)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/servants-of-wankh-2002-3.html">Servants of the Wankh</a> (2002-3)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/suburban-apocalypse-2001-4.html">Suburban Apocalypse</a> (2001-4)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/days-under-water-2001-4.html">Days Under Water</a> (2001-4)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/citizens-of-peoples-republic-of.html">Citizens of the People’s Republic of Freaktown</a> (2003-4)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/muses-for-joanna-margaret-paul-2004-5.html">Muses (for Joanna Margaret Paul)</a> (2004-5)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/notes-to-collage-poems.html"><i>Notes</i></a></li>
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/can-poetry-save-earth.html">Can Poetry Save the Earth?</a></b> (2018)<ul><br />
<li>John Clare: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/the-skylark-john-clare.html">The Skylark</a> (1835)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/i-nz.html">I ♥ NZ</a> (1999)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/family-plot.html">Family Plot</a> (2015)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/what-to-do-till-sentinels-come.html">What to do till the sentinels come</a> (2018)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/1942.html">1942</a> (2016)</li>
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/my-uncle-tommy.html">My Uncle Tommy</a> (2018)</li>
<li>Paul Celan: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/matter-of-britain-after-paul-celan.html">Matter of Britain</a> (1957)</li>
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<li><b><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2018/05/fernando-pessoa-2000.html">Fernando Pessoa</a></b> (2000)<ul><br />
<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2018/05/fernando-pessoa-2000.html">A Photograph of the Poet</a></li>
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<li><b><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2018/05/three-versions-from-rilke.html">Three Versions from Rilke</a></b> (2019)<ul><br />
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2018/05/three-versions-from-rilke.html">Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes</a> (1997)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2018/05/three-versions-from-rilke.html">Herbsttag</a> (1997)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2018/05/three-versions-from-rilke.html">Archaïscher Torso Apollos</a> (2019)</li>
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<li><b><a href="https://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2017/10/the-oceanic-feeling-2020.html">The Oceanic Feeling</a></b> (2021)<ul><br />
<li>Jack Ross: <a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2018/05/notes-to-oceanic-feeling-2020.html">Online Notes</a></li>
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<li><b><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-2023.html">The Zero Suite</a></b> (2023)<ul><br />
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-1.html">Give blood</a> (26/1-7/2/08)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-2.html">Zero at the Bone</a> (12-15/3/08)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-3.html">April Fool’s Day</a> (1/4-18/6/09)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-4.html">Returning to Auckland after Dark</a> (6/9-1/10/13)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-5.html">A Traveller on the Road to Emmaus</a> (2/1-29/8/16)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-6.html">Zero is lying down today</a> (18/1/16-22/10/17)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-7.html">New Year 2016</a> (19/1/16-19/10/17)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-8.html">Last night the heat got</a> (28/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-9.html">What to do till the sentinels come</a> (11-23/4/18)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-10.html">All I want</a> (2/9/22-8/4/23)</li>
</ul>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1AcfoEk090HPGsAh8gyH28MmnteYgYfQL1_zICUnYpLQCAPSn4NS_Q6Xce4wZI93L06AzW1349uPLOpZXZQTA3ki4m8GHo31vsyPpUQ9qscQ1WuYdnRh_3mHl8qmnCIjoEte6A/s1600-h/babel4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388185605437059714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1AcfoEk090HPGsAh8gyH28MmnteYgYfQL1_zICUnYpLQCAPSn4NS_Q6Xce4wZI93L06AzW1349uPLOpZXZQTA3ki4m8GHo31vsyPpUQ9qscQ1WuYdnRh_3mHl8qmnCIjoEte6A/s400/babel4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;"></a><span style="font-size: 85%;">[Bruegel the Elder: <a href="http://nishicooray.spaces.live.com/blog/cns%21CBF68A47DAC5780F%212397.entry">The Tower of Babel</a> (1525)]</span></div>
<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-21170779132181356472023-04-21T08:31:00.125+12:002023-05-02T10:56:53.266+12:00The Zero Suite (2023)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Zero</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">[all photographs: Bronwyn Lloyd]</span>
<br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: 180%;">The Zero Suite</span></b><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;">(2007-2023)</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">i.m. Zero Tolerance Lloyd-Ross</span></b><br />
(c. November 2007-21st April 2023)</div>
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<blockquote><ol>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-1.html">Give blood</a> (26/1-7/2/08)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-2.html">Zero at the Bone</a> (12-15/3/08)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-3.html">April Fool’s Day</a> (1/4-18/6/09)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-4.html">Returning to Auckland after Dark</a> (6/9-1/10/13)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-5.html">A Traveller on the Road to Emmaus</a> (2/1-29/8/16)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-6.html">Zero is lying down today</a> (18/1/16-22/10/17)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-7.html">New Year 2016</a> (19/1/16-19/10/17)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-8.html">Last night the heat got</a> (28/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-9.html">What to do till the sentinels come</a> (11-23/4/18)</li>
<li><a href="https://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-zero-suite-10.html">All I want</a> (2/9/22-8/4/23)</li>
</ol></blockquote>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-59452527098839715412023-04-20T08:36:00.080+12:002023-05-02T10:07:55.067+12:00The Zero Suite (1)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Give Blood</span></b><br />
<br />
<i>go skateboarding</i><br />
– Boy’s T-shirt<br />
<br />
<br />
<i>I’m going to wear jandals</i><br />
<i>today</i><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">taking a walk</span><br />
on the wild side<br />
<br />
when you just <i>know</i><br />
there’s nothing<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">they can</span><br />
do to you<br />
<br />
a tentative attempt<br />
becomes the hero’s<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">salmon leap</span><br />
our cat Zero<br />
<br />
’s attack<br />
on a blank<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">puppet</span><br />
made of calico<br />
<br />
I fulminate<br />
to captive audiences<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">(taking the piss</span><br />
no doubt<br />
<br />
in furtive whispers)<br />
not<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">the leap of faith</span><br />
we bargained on<br />
<br />
the fear that dogs our days<br />
<br />
<br />
(26/1-7/2/08)</blockquote></blockquote>
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This poem first appeared in the collection below:<br />
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<blockquote>Jack Ross. <i>Kingdom of Alt</i> (Auckland: Titus Books, 2010): 120.</blockquote>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-33283024478704602702023-04-19T10:36:00.016+12:002023-05-02T10:12:27.552+12:00The Zero Suite (2)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9M5gMTp_h0y_INg1E3eNc_6y8JZ9eZ3cmIWSKjoSetDj778a4-y00mMhtLEd0FVRJhxII6mhkoF9w-iOvx_rHjfKwpSmfyZrejuObogg1SKfOxqvVjuKz6B8lcJPiAb6Th9pix6evSJaMnYxvOHWsQFyT1TMEcUuJ2fEtzCFZe-ClQQSzt9U/s2016/IMG_3792.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="600" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9M5gMTp_h0y_INg1E3eNc_6y8JZ9eZ3cmIWSKjoSetDj778a4-y00mMhtLEd0FVRJhxII6mhkoF9w-iOvx_rHjfKwpSmfyZrejuObogg1SKfOxqvVjuKz6B8lcJPiAb6Th9pix6evSJaMnYxvOHWsQFyT1TMEcUuJ2fEtzCFZe-ClQQSzt9U/s600/IMG_3792.jpg"/></a></div><br />
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Zero at the bone</span></b><br />
<br />
<br />
The dark looniness<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">of your leaping</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">worries me</span><br />
<br />
no pause to reflect<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">furry paws</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">outspread</span><br />
<br />
food comfort sleep<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">combine in</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">strange parentheses</span><br />
<br />
(just like the town<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">they found you in</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">dodging</span><br />
<br />
post-Xmas traffic)<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">beating up</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">poor Smudge</span><br />
<br />
before you’d met us<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">even</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">now hounding</span><br />
<br />
Otis<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">forgiving? maybe</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">needy</span><br />
<br />
certainly<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">roving emblem</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">of desire</span><br />
<br />
claws outspread<br />
<br />
<br />
(12-15/3/08)</blockquote></blockquote>
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This poem first appeared in the anthology below:<br />
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<blockquote><i>Our Own Kind: 100 New Zealand poems about animals</i>. Ed. Siobhan Harvey (Auckland: Godwit, 2009): 67-68.</blockquote>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-14381801249853130052023-04-18T08:52:00.101+12:002023-05-02T10:14:12.699+12:00The Zero Suite (3)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">April Fool’s Day</span></b><br />
<br />
<i>Dure plus que fer à mâcher</i><br />
– François Villon<br />
<br />
<br />
<i>Dure plus que fer à mâcher</i><br />
harder than iron to chew<br />
the nine o’clock start<br />
on the road by five to eight<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">– <i>You’re sillier than I am</i></span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">– <i>No, </i>you’re<i> sillier</i></span><br />
Farewell to the great kitten of time<br />
<br />
– <i>She knows she’ll get disturbed</i><br />
<i>every quarter of an hour</i><br />
<i>while </i>I’m<i> around</i><br />
– <i>Even though she sleeps</i><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;"><i>for four hours at a time</i></span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;"><i>when we’re not here?</i></span><br />
– <i>She’s pining</i><br />
<br />
Security barrier down<br />
reverse to try the other one<br />
A truck in front of it<br />
<i>Drake Security Services</i><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">& then the pen / <i>this</i> pen</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">I keep by the dashboard</span><br />
in case I have a thought<br />
<br />
whilst driving<br />
slips out of my hand<br />
A sign? It’s dangerous enough<br />
to scribble stuff<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">when the traffic lights are red</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">but groping for a ballpoint</span><br />
under the seat<br />
<br />
must rate <i>way</i> over that<br />
The certainty of aggravation<br />
To be up & moving, good<br />
The simultaneous lure<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">of ten more minutes in bed</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">combined with the cud</span><br />
of problems to be chewed<br />
<br />
& brooded over<br />
Free-floating anxiety<br />
seizing on what’s to hand<br />
<i>Dure plus que fer à mâcher</i><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">The day</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">awaits its – what?</span><br />
Its spark?<br />
<br />
The day awaits its dark<br />
<br />
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(1/4-18/6/09)</blockquote></blockquote>
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This poem first appeared in the collection below:<br />
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<blockquote>Jack Ross. <i>A Clearer View of the Hinterland: Poems and Sequences 1981-2014</i> (Wellington: HeadworX, 2014): 137-38.</blockquote>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-53395123042905764222023-04-17T08:40:00.039+12:002023-05-02T10:16:24.311+12:00The Zero Suite (4)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Returning to Auckland after Dark</span></b><br />
(after Su Shi)<br />
<br />
<i>their theme is usually parting and sorrow of lonely woman</i><br />
– Xu Yuan Zhong<br />
<br />
<br />
Drinking at evening in the airport bar<br />
I try the pinot gris then the Monteiths<br />
the Jetstar flight’s on time<span style="padding-left: 2em;">surprise surprise</span><br />
even a little early maybe<br />
<br />
will Bronwyn be awake<br />
when I get home?<br />
or Zero perhaps<br />
– less liable to forgive<br />
<br />
my absences?<br />
What can I do but listen to the sea<br />
pounding on Mairangi Bay beach<br />
like the hum of the supermarket<br />
<br />
air-conditioning units?<br />
audible<span style="padding-left: 2em;">strangely</span><br />
halfway up the hill<br />
rather than where we are<br />
<br />
She’s off herself<br />
on Saturday morning<br />
Zero & I<br />
will hold the fort alone<br />
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(6/9-1/10/13)</blockquote></blockquote>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-5327880005175574202023-04-16T08:49:00.049+12:002023-05-02T10:18:54.866+12:00The Zero Suite (5)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">A Traveller on the Road to Emmaus</span></b><br />
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<i>And they drew nigh unto the village, whither they went: and he made as though he would have gone further. But they constrained him, saying, ‘Abide with us: for it is towards evening, and the day is far spent’. And he went in to tarry with them.</i><br />
– Luke 24: 13-15.<br />
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<br />
<i>Wars and rumours of wars</i><br />
even the sparrows look shell-shocked<br />
<br />
as they huddle on the clothesline<br />
seeing the New Year in <br />
<br />
with beating rain and wind<br />
the kitten steals the warm spot on the duvet<br />
<br />
when I get up for a moment<br />
treatises on how best to treat your slaves<br />
<br />
from ISIS<br />
shock when an All-Black<br />
<br />
tweets corpse-snaps<br />
from a refugee village<br />
<br />
<i>it should have come with a warning</i><br />
prates some Tom Fool<br />
<br />
so should the world<br />
come in and tarry with us<br />
<br />
even though I don’t believe in you<br />
doubt that you ever existed<br />
<br />
I like to think of that dusty road<br />
that traveller joining the others<br />
<br />
making <i>as though he would have gone further</i><br />
tarry with us a while<br />
<br />
and bring a friend<br />
<br />
<br />
(2/1-29/8/16)</blockquote></blockquote>
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<blockquote><i>Poetry NZ Yearbook 2021</i>. Ed. Tracey Slaughter (Auckland: Massey University Press, 2021): 248-49.</blockquote>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-77656790024159703252023-04-15T08:44:00.023+12:002023-05-02T10:21:09.105+12:00The Zero Suite (6)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Zero is lying down today</span></b><br />
<br />
<br />
but little specks of blood<br />
on the bedspread<br />
make me think<br />
<br />
she may have run into<br />
one of her twin nemeses<br />
last night<br />
<br />
<i>Yellow</i><br />
a big fat greedy<br />
green-collared glutton<br />
<br />
or <i>Brindle</i><br />
a raccoon-tailed<br />
bully<br />
<br />
each of whom<br />
sneaks in the back door<br />
several times a day<br />
<br />
to eat her food<br />
she jumps out<br />
hisses at them<br />
<br />
but is only a little cat<br />
once or twice we’ve seen<br />
them ganging up on her<br />
<br />
unable to help her<br />
unless it’s in plain sight<br />
I suppose that’s it<br />
<br />
our little cat<br />
so wilful<br />
cuddly<br />
<br />
spirited<br />
has become the thing<br />
we most fear losing<br />
<br />
yet cannot safeguard<br />
threaten to crush<br />
with the sheer weight<br />
<br />
of our love<br />
<br />
<br />
(18/1/16-22/10/17)</blockquote></blockquote>
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<blockquote><i>Poetry NZ Yearbook 2020</i>. Ed. Johanna Emeney (Auckland: Massey University Press, 2020): 117-18.</blockquote>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-14980880461238207172023-04-14T09:01:00.065+12:002023-05-02T10:23:42.246+12:00The Zero Suite (7)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">New Year 2016</span></b><br />
<br />
<br />
It takes quite a while<br />
for things to crank into<br />
their usual chaos<br />
<br />
no heavy traffic on the road<br />
for instance<br />
parking places everywhere<br />
<br />
no replies to emails<br />
plaintive cries<br />
for rooms to be changed<br />
<br />
bodies counted<br />
classes organised<br />
while I sit here<br />
<br />
typing out old titles<br />
from the <i>NZ Poetry Yearbook</i><br />
full of sage reflections<br />
<br />
on the scandal of Ezra Pound’s <i>Cantos</i><br />
Songs for this that & the other<br />
what a lot of singing they did<br />
<br />
back then<span style="padding-left: 2em;">the early names</span><br />
of subsequently celebrated writers<br />
<i>Jowsey</i> for <i>Ireland</i><br />
<br />
<i>I A H</i> Paterson for <i>Alistair</i><br />
and I think to myself<br />
that I share this taste for stasis<br />
<br />
dread to encounter<br />
more ghastly bombings<br />
what <i>is</i> it with building bombs?<br />
<br />
when did that become<br />
the <i>sine qua non</i><br />
of strong political opinions?<br />
<br />
but<span style="padding-left: 2em;">I suppose<span style="padding-left: 2em;"><i>up lad</i></span></span><br />
<i>thews that cumber</i><br />
<i>sunlit pallets never thrive</i><br />
<br />
Zero can go back to bed<br />
after keeping us up half the night<br />
With demands for food<br />
<br />
and succour<br />
but we must endure<br />
I’m afraid<br />
<br />
we must endure<br />
<br />
<br />
(19/1/16-19/10/17)</blockquote></blockquote>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-9135662716085539732023-04-13T09:02:00.073+12:002023-05-02T10:25:13.887+12:00The Zero Suite (8)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Last night the heat got</span></b><br />
<br />
<br />
So extreme<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">we dragged our mattress</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">into the living room</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">under the heat pump</span><br />
turned to maximum cold<br />
<br />
even that didn’t work<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">because the cat</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">confused by the new arrangements</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">meowed all night</span><br />
and kept us up<br />
<br />
my mother’s memory<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">is quite defective</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">ever since the event of 0-12</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">‘a migraine’</span><br />
said her doctors<br />
<br />
the aphasia did wear off<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">but now she can’t</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">kickstart her memory</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">she often gets it if reminded</span><br />
but seldom admits to knowing anything<br />
<br />
it’s hard to explain what it’s like<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">she tells us</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">I believe her</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">what can it feel like</span><br />
to wander in a haze<br />
<br />
making decisions you go back on<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">five minutes later</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">no longer knowing</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">who your childhood stories</span><br />
happened to?<br />
<br />
perhaps it’s like<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">these humid nights</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 4em;">wrapped in a sweatsheet</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">unable to bear the covers</span><br />
ticking away the time<br />
<br />
in shapeless fog?<br />
<br />
<br />
(28/1/16-7/5/17)</blockquote></blockquote>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-43199997905297838242023-04-12T11:10:00.051+12:002023-05-02T10:29:05.685+12:00The Zero Suite (9)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">What to do till the sentinels come</span></b><br />
<br />
Yes, astronaut and cosmonaut – <i>report</i>, indeed! <i>Warn</i>, if you can, your half-waking, half-sleeping planet! <i>Tell</i> them, if you <i>can</i> …
<br /><div style="text-align: center;">– Roy Thomas, <i>Avengers</i> #102</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<i>So how was Zero?</i>
<br />oh she was fine
<br /><i>did you have any trouble getting in?</i>
<br />no no
<br />
<br />when <i>we</i> got home
<br />Zero’s dish was empty
<br />meat left unopened
<br />in the fridge
<br />
<br />the thunderstorm
<br />had driven her outside
<br />to cringe
<br />under the garden shed
<br />
<br />she had quite a lot to say
<br />when Bronwyn ran out
<br />crying and calling out
<br />her name
<br />
<br />it’s not that my mother
<br />neglected her task
<br />on purpose
<br />she’d written in her diary
<br />
<br />FEED THE CAT!
<br />it’s just that her mind
<br />now fills in blanks
<br />with certainties
<br />
<br />not doubts
<br />there <i>was</i> a slight pause
<br />before that “fine”
<br />all I know is our cat
<br />
<br />left alone
<br />in the storm
<br />my mother alone
<br />in the fog of her brain<br />
<br />
<br />
(11-23/4/18)</blockquote></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Roy Thomas: <a href="http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/File:Avengers_Vol_1_102_What_to_Do_Till_the_Sentinels_Come_(Title_Pages).jpg">Avengers #102</a> (Marvel Comics, 1972)</span></div>
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This poem first appeared on the webpage below:<br />
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<blockquote><i><a href="https://webcast.massey.ac.nz/Mediasite/Play/9728302f42f34f84a683eab918f987db1d?catalog=312af55c-e030-42ad-b9a4-801f05a4a2ba&catalog=312af55c-e030-42ad-b9a4-801f05a4a2ba">Can Poetry Save the Earth?</a></i> (Massey University: Our Changing World - 2018 Lecture Series, 31 May 2018)</blockquote>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-34762643192358734762023-04-11T08:45:00.034+12:002023-05-02T10:30:22.377+12:00The Zero Suite (10)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">All I want</span></b><br />
<br />
<br />
is for every moment<br />
of every day<br />
<br />
to be constant bliss<br />
for Zero<br />
<br />
Astyanax cringing<br />
from his daddy’s helmet<br />
<br />
safe in his mother’s arms<br />
Andromache<br />
<br />
watching enslaved<br />
as Achilles’ son<br />
<br />
throws her baby off<br />
the walls<br />
<br />
if only I could wish away<br />
fast cars on the road<br />
<br />
trespassing neighbour cats<br />
basements with tempting doors<br />
<br />
shut after her<br />
lead nails<span style="padding-left: 2em;">poison baits</span><br />
<br />
the loss of a furry friend<br />
is the sack of Troy<br />
<br />
by the Greeks<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
(2/9/22-8/4/23)</blockquote></blockquote>
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This poem first appeared in a post entitled "<a href="https://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2023/04/zero-at-bone.html">Zero at the Bone</a>" on my blog <i>The Imaginary Museum</i> on Sunday 23rd April, 2023:<br />
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The reference to Andromache's baby Astyanax being frightened by his father Hector's plume is from Homer's <i>Iliad</i> [Bk 6, ll.466-502]. His death at the hands of Achilles' son Neoptolemus is reported in Euripides' <i>Trojan Women</i> [ll.719-25]. The last two lines are a paraphrase of the quote below:
<blockquote>Someone has said that the death of a mouse by cancer is the whole sack of Rome by the Goths
<div style="text-align: center;">- Ford Madox Ford, <i>The Good Soldier</i> (1915)</div></blockquote>
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Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-89874191322332909892018-05-14T08:58:00.651+12:002021-02-12T09:33:41.060+13:00Notes to The Oceanic Feeling (2021)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2017/10/the-oceanic-feeling-2020.html">Cover image: Katharina Jaeger</a> /<br />
Cover design: William Bardebes</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 180%;"><b>The Oceanic Feeling</b></span><br />
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<b>Poems</b><br />
by Jack Ross<br />
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<b>Drawings</b><br />
by Katharina Jaeger<br />
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<b>Afterword</b><br />
by Bronwyn Lloyd<br />
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ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7<br />
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<span style="font-size: 150%;"><b>Online Notes</b></span></div>
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<br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Acknowledgments:</span></b>
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<blockquote>
<br />
Warmest thanks to publishers (and designers) William Bardebes and Emma Smith, of Salt & Greyboy Press.<br />
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I’d also like to thank Katharina Jaeger for her generosity in allowing me to use some of the beautiful ink on paper drawings from her ‘Prunings’ sequence. Also Tony Bond for his fine photographs of these images.<br />
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I remain very much in debt to Bronwyn Lloyd, Thérèse Lloyd, Tracey Slaughter, and Michael Steven for valuable editorial advice, and Bronwyn in particular for her insightful afterword to the collection.<br />
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Many of the pieces included here have been previously published, some in different forms. Thanks again to the editors and publishers of all those anthologies, websites and journals for permission to reproduce them here. For further details, please check below:</blockquote>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Contents:</span></b>
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<blockquote>
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<ol>
<li>The Oceanic Feeling (7/1-18/10/17)</li>
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<b>Family Plot</b><br />
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<li>Lone pine (14/1-5/12/14)</li>
<li>Family plot (26/6-12/8/15)</li>
<li>When you’re the only one (30/9-19/11/17)</li>
<li>Oh br/other! (6/1/16-13/7/17)</li>
<li>This morning Sylvie (16/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li>Zero is lying down today (18/1/16-22/10/17)</li>
<li>What to do till the sentinels come (11-23/4/18)</li>
<li>Rituals (9/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li>My Uncle Tommy (15-23/4/18)</li>
<li>1942 (17/9-4/12/16)</li>
<li>Very superstitious (4/1-21/8/16)</li>
<li>Playing the long game (29/1-29/10/16)</li>
<li>Are Kiwi women (30/1-29/10/16)</li>
<li>Rather a shock (15/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li>Family skeletons (10/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li>Self-analysis (11/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li>Checking into Facebook (31/1-5/12/16)</li>
<li>A borrowed life (30/9-2/10/17)</li>
<li>Psych 101 (7/1/16-4/1/17)</li>
<li>What do you want? (8/9-13/10/18)</li>
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<b>Ice Road Trucker</b><br />
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<li>Ice Road Trucker (7/2-30/3/15)</li>
<li>Two Fords (17/7-12/8/15)</li>
<li>Stranded Polar Bear (21/11-14/12/19)</li>
<li>Indexing Poetry NZ (5/1-29/8/16)</li>
<li>Turning at the doorstep (21/1/16-19/10/17)</li>
<li>The perils of public art (8/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li>Communications committee (14/1-4/12/16)</li>
<li>Oral exam, 1990 (1/1-21/8/16)</li>
<li>Everything ages too fast (27/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li>Restructuring (20/2-12/3/20)</li>
<li>Kissing the Blarney Stone (23/4-29/8/16)</li>
<li>Skins, 1981 (22/2-14/4/19)</li>
<li>Snorkelling the Great Barrier Reef (17-19/11/17)</li>
<li>Mark (21/6-12/8/15)</li>
<li>Reindeer games (27/12/17)</li>
<li>The Mysterious Island (18-26/4/15)</li>
<li>Antigone (29/5/14; 18/4-13/6/15)</li>
<li>Shorts:<ul>
<li>Birds of Passage (12/11/14-7/2/15)</li>
<li>Auckland Anthem (30/3-15/4/12)</li>
<li>Hunting in Palmerston (after Su Shi) (6/9-17/10/13)</li>
</ul></li>
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<b>Translations</b><br />
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<li>On Early Trains (after Boris Pasternak) (26/1-7/2/15)</li>
<li>Bangalore 2002 (after Boris Pasternak) (30/12/14-7/2/15)</li>
<li>1913 (after Apollinaire) (21/6-12/8/15)</li>
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Notes & Sources:</span></b><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3whELi1WZuwoZjznyGXU_OpXlwCf_D8-8ZrhEW77gwA3A-zzIQyEzdMGS7RDk-OYb3utDm3HI03Nx0sJQhWj4tdzVf8XY3Kpx6bWvl63d-DIOsjhT0LhFnj-co-yeTlLW04DrNA/s623/8+Poems+2019.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="400" data-original-height="623" data-original-width="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3whELi1WZuwoZjznyGXU_OpXlwCf_D8-8ZrhEW77gwA3A-zzIQyEzdMGS7RDk-OYb3utDm3HI03Nx0sJQhWj4tdzVf8XY3Kpx6bWvl63d-DIOsjhT0LhFnj-co-yeTlLW04DrNA/s400/8+Poems+2019.jpg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Tara McLeod: <a href="http://peartreepress.co.nz/work/8-poems-2019">8 Poems by New Zealand Poets 2019</a></span></div><br />
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<li>The Oceanic Feeling (7/1-18/10/17)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
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<i>8 Poems by New Zealand Poets 2019</i>. Designed by Tara McLeod. Auckland: The Pear Tree Press, 2019. [14-15].</blockquote>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOQzhtH1pvh-fIB5vMMJGUDe1cy7RF8C2xq0dI3WbJNbO8pQS-ZKKTtARc-EEm7NcveETbPh-RGPjVhBgO8UJcLk3PUCHDVDwOb6IiGejAKQ4PBg_X__R_gNrhomfFQpDlQZO1w/s2048/8+Poems+%25282019%2529+4.JPG" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOQzhtH1pvh-fIB5vMMJGUDe1cy7RF8C2xq0dI3WbJNbO8pQS-ZKKTtARc-EEm7NcveETbPh-RGPjVhBgO8UJcLk3PUCHDVDwOb6IiGejAKQ4PBg_X__R_gNrhomfFQpDlQZO1w/s400/8+Poems+%25282019%2529+4.JPG"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Tara McLeod: <a href="https://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2019/09/tara-mcleod-8-poems-by-new-zealand.html">8 Poems by New Zealand Poets 2019</a></span></div><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyPYm3udi6hCcktqrCutOOgkaYZ37_-DKNxaf7SEI1A8arB3zZo9IcgD6JSpwoBQz_LbLFFcUZbNMpSprvvmz7n106luDUeEyFNoUsNQ0zf1InPhIptG6JAZmyACQ34f306pbeA/s1152/sixpacksound.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="729" data-original-width="1152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyPYm3udi6hCcktqrCutOOgkaYZ37_-DKNxaf7SEI1A8arB3zZo9IcgD6JSpwoBQz_LbLFFcUZbNMpSprvvmz7n106luDUeEyFNoUsNQ0zf1InPhIptG6JAZmyACQ34f306pbeA/s400/sixpacksound.jpg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">NZEPC: <a href="http://peartreepress.co.nz/work/8-poems-2019">8 Poems Six Pack Sound #02</a> (2015)</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>Lone pine (14/1-5/12/14)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
<i>Six Pack Sound #02</i>. Compiled and edited by Michele Leggott, Tim Page and Brian Flaherty. Auckland: nzepc, 2015.
[Available <a href="http://www.nzepc.auckland.ac.nz/features/six-pack-sound/02/ross.asp">here</a>].
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQciH27lEleiHjl4TVPl_MH2EpilAxBHxSm6NDygiFm3DC_80Sqa1l7feqqRi0hP8ZIEp05TWXltrvHjS7Jsw_s23ncKxC6Lyre5Z-BcSID0v5ACGoWsHC_ry-5NU2b7lt1hJSg/s640/image001.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="400" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQciH27lEleiHjl4TVPl_MH2EpilAxBHxSm6NDygiFm3DC_80Sqa1l7feqqRi0hP8ZIEp05TWXltrvHjS7Jsw_s23ncKxC6Lyre5Z-BcSID0v5ACGoWsHC_ry-5NU2b7lt1hJSg/s400/image001.jpeg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Massey University: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2018/05/can-poetry-save-earth.html">Can Poetry Save the Earth?</a> (2018)</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>Family plot (26/6-12/8/15)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
<i>Our Changing World: Can Poetry Save the Earth?</i> Public lecture with Prof. Bryan Walpert, Dr. Johanna Emeney & Jack Ross. Massey University podcast (31/5/18).
[Available <a href="https://webcast.massey.ac.nz/Mediasite/Play/9728302f42f34f84a683eab918f987db1d?catalog=312af55c-e030-42ad-b9a4-801f05a4a2ba&catalog=312af55c-e030-42ad-b9a4-801f05a4a2ba">here</a>].</blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /><b>•</b></span></div>
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<li>When you’re the only one (30/9-19/11/17)</li>
<li>Oh br/other! (6/1/16-13/7/17)</li>
<li>This morning Sylvie (16/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJKG4ycMq9jahiDcX4402OQRK8PYlWhNcZfn4iX6yM7ebWkQWngvvIODbNfEd2_XiTou-2bOev5BucTeGrQlWA1MG9MA7fNlTiph4StKV013mlzMOKaqXUa0tbRcexBIOgbycMQ/s2048/9780995122932.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="400" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJKG4ycMq9jahiDcX4402OQRK8PYlWhNcZfn4iX6yM7ebWkQWngvvIODbNfEd2_XiTou-2bOev5BucTeGrQlWA1MG9MA7fNlTiph4StKV013mlzMOKaqXUa0tbRcexBIOgbycMQ/s400/9780995122932.jpg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Johanna Emeney, ed.: <a href="https://poetrynz.blogspot.com/2018/08/poetry-nz-yearbook-2020.html">Poetry New Zealand Yearbook 2020</a></span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>Zero is lying down today (18/1/16-22/10/17)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
<i>Poetry New Zealand Yearbook 2020 [Issue #54].</i> Ed. Johanna Emeney. ISBN 978-0-9951229-3-2. Auckland: Massey University Press, 2020: 117-18.</blockquote>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQciH27lEleiHjl4TVPl_MH2EpilAxBHxSm6NDygiFm3DC_80Sqa1l7feqqRi0hP8ZIEp05TWXltrvHjS7Jsw_s23ncKxC6Lyre5Z-BcSID0v5ACGoWsHC_ry-5NU2b7lt1hJSg/s640/image001.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="400" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQciH27lEleiHjl4TVPl_MH2EpilAxBHxSm6NDygiFm3DC_80Sqa1l7feqqRi0hP8ZIEp05TWXltrvHjS7Jsw_s23ncKxC6Lyre5Z-BcSID0v5ACGoWsHC_ry-5NU2b7lt1hJSg/s400/image001.jpeg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Massey University: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.com/2018/05/can-poetry-save-earth.html">Can Poetry Save the Earth?</a> (2018)</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>What to do till the sentinels come (11-23/4/18)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
<i>Our Changing World: Can Poetry Save the Earth?</i> Public lecture with Prof. Bryan Walpert, Dr. Johanna Emeney & Jack Ross. Massey University podcast (31/5/18).
[Available <a href="https://webcast.massey.ac.nz/Mediasite/Play/9728302f42f34f84a683eab918f987db1d?catalog=312af55c-e030-42ad-b9a4-801f05a4a2ba&catalog=312af55c-e030-42ad-b9a4-801f05a4a2ba">here</a>].
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9_j9iWhiEk2ivYERSqIzvVGq2L7OASnh2e270mp4No66kocQYFIew7aegFplVNkinanwOWMCQtv-iu3aa2QjaSLe40Vo467PDCQmS6S25Lz46HVqqTL8S_fk8vifMGcEPSI7dA/s1600/Avengers_Vol_1_102_What_to_Do_Till_the_Sentinels_Come_%2528Title_Pages%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9_j9iWhiEk2ivYERSqIzvVGq2L7OASnh2e270mp4No66kocQYFIew7aegFplVNkinanwOWMCQtv-iu3aa2QjaSLe40Vo467PDCQmS6S25Lz46HVqqTL8S_fk8vifMGcEPSI7dA/s640/Avengers_Vol_1_102_What_to_Do_Till_the_Sentinels_Come_%2528Title_Pages%2529.jpg" width="640" height="452" data-original-width="1600" data-original-height="1130" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Roy Thomas: <a href="http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/File:Avengers_Vol_1_102_What_to_Do_Till_the_Sentinels_Come_(Title_Pages).jpg">Avengers #102</a> (Marvel Comics, 1972)</span></div>
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<li>Rituals (9/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHx8c6KhtoILMPKV998lBpjikXIUvj39Z_pm18OrWY64HG0rceN32GAq5mEmXB9caTIM2bQRtHjrhbsIwvCvjTgOQS2Ij2-2U5zA7kzCytKHfbRLYUFqx_hwgctpvVA3fWdAOM-g/s950/cropped-poetryshelf.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="950" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHx8c6KhtoILMPKV998lBpjikXIUvj39Z_pm18OrWY64HG0rceN32GAq5mEmXB9caTIM2bQRtHjrhbsIwvCvjTgOQS2Ij2-2U5zA7kzCytKHfbRLYUFqx_hwgctpvVA3fWdAOM-g/s400/cropped-poetryshelf.png"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Paula Green: <a href="https://nzpoetryshelf.com/">NZ Poetry Shelf</a> (2013- )</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>My Uncle Tommy (15-23/4/18)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
Paula Green: <i>NZ Poetry Shelf: a poetry page with reviews, interviews and other things</i>.
[Available <a href="https://nzpoetryshelf.com/2018/05/07/monday-poem-jack-rosss-my-uncle-tommy/">here</a>].
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIpBNoJTywSwd2teNx4FclV6dGwfGZGBb7qiYKyozbDl3trwgHRJXmdqDoTSiHdMmJNzEvxrfnBC70shg3jZxc8hyXTlEp0pmlP-c9gsWw9EX6I5EfP0ib_Mg875e6r8pPzAp30Q/s1651/IMG_1063.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="400" data-original-height="1651" data-original-width="1512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIpBNoJTywSwd2teNx4FclV6dGwfGZGBb7qiYKyozbDl3trwgHRJXmdqDoTSiHdMmJNzEvxrfnBC70shg3jZxc8hyXTlEp0pmlP-c9gsWw9EX6I5EfP0ib_Mg875e6r8pPzAp30Q/s400/IMG_1063.jpg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Dianne Firth: <a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2017/10/dianne-firth-poetry-and-place-exhibition.html">Poetry and Place Exhibition</a> (2017)</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>1942 (17/9-4/12/16)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
Dianne Firth, <i>Poetry and Place: Catalogue for the Poetry and Place Exhibition, Belconnen Art Centre, 25 August – 17 September 2017</i>. ISBN 978-1-74088-460-0. Canberra: University of Canberra, 2017: 10.</blockquote>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOdigAJGo54xgeJU2SCk3NEt9VotXeST7zIeQ8e6ilG4pnly219I25L61eikNtOJu-dwvGXOVvd6KXWIVluTYqelJtebxqbo-5DBxutSGLKptxV7jrm0rWDPWezozm7R_dXewoA/s1600/Mames+%2528large%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOdigAJGo54xgeJU2SCk3NEt9VotXeST7zIeQ8e6ilG4pnly219I25L61eikNtOJu-dwvGXOVvd6KXWIVluTYqelJtebxqbo-5DBxutSGLKptxV7jrm0rWDPWezozm7R_dXewoA/s640/Mames+%2528large%2529.jpg" width="400" height="640" data-original-width="689" data-original-height="1103" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Harry Flockton Clarke: <i>June feeding a wallaby</i> (c.1939-40)</span></div>
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<li>Very superstitious (4/1-21/8/16)</li>
<li>Playing the long game (29/1-29/10/16)</li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJKG4ycMq9jahiDcX4402OQRK8PYlWhNcZfn4iX6yM7ebWkQWngvvIODbNfEd2_XiTou-2bOev5BucTeGrQlWA1MG9MA7fNlTiph4StKV013mlzMOKaqXUa0tbRcexBIOgbycMQ/s2048/9780995122932.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="400" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJKG4ycMq9jahiDcX4402OQRK8PYlWhNcZfn4iX6yM7ebWkQWngvvIODbNfEd2_XiTou-2bOev5BucTeGrQlWA1MG9MA7fNlTiph4StKV013mlzMOKaqXUa0tbRcexBIOgbycMQ/s400/9780995122932.jpg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Johanna Emeney, ed.: <a href="https://poetrynz.blogspot.com/2018/08/poetry-nz-yearbook-2020.html">Poetry New Zealand Yearbook 2020</a></span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>Are Kiwi women (30/1-29/10/16) </li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
<i>Poetry New Zealand Yearbook 2020 [Issue #54]</i>. Ed. Johanna Emeney. ISBN 978-0-9951229-3-2. Auckland: Massey University Press, 2020: 169.
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZstw5IO0SMIoHBqDAt6FzwP1zLOG7qnmX5zpQ4UZJBTwqHi3tzHX_qAStTyBWPCG69vqM9gFmiHxra5eYZk9YJ-Z5c0nsD4RuojS_nPorlWS_viBGYgsSc1mJTx-nQtzZrxsnw/s640/Tunnel%252BBook%252BComplete.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="400" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="639" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZstw5IO0SMIoHBqDAt6FzwP1zLOG7qnmX5zpQ4UZJBTwqHi3tzHX_qAStTyBWPCG69vqM9gFmiHxra5eYZk9YJ-Z5c0nsD4RuojS_nPorlWS_viBGYgsSc1mJTx-nQtzZrxsnw/s400/Tunnel%252BBook%252BComplete.jpg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Bronwyn Lloyd: <a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/pamphlets.html#_ftn31">Rather a Shock poster</a> (2017)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>Rather a shock (15/1/16-7/5/17)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
<i>Rather a shock</i>. Poem by Jack Ross. Design by Bronwyn Lloyd. Auckland: Pania Press, 2017.</blockquote>
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<li>Family skeletons (10/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li>Self-analysis (11/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li>Checking into Facebook (31/1-5/12/16)</li>
<li>A borrowed life (30/9-2/10/17)</li>
<li>Psych 101 (7/1/16-4/1/17)</li>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /><b>•</b></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHx8c6KhtoILMPKV998lBpjikXIUvj39Z_pm18OrWY64HG0rceN32GAq5mEmXB9caTIM2bQRtHjrhbsIwvCvjTgOQS2Ij2-2U5zA7kzCytKHfbRLYUFqx_hwgctpvVA3fWdAOM-g/s950/cropped-poetryshelf.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="950" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHx8c6KhtoILMPKV998lBpjikXIUvj39Z_pm18OrWY64HG0rceN32GAq5mEmXB9caTIM2bQRtHjrhbsIwvCvjTgOQS2Ij2-2U5zA7kzCytKHfbRLYUFqx_hwgctpvVA3fWdAOM-g/s400/cropped-poetryshelf.png"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Paula Green: <a href="https://nzpoetryshelf.com/">NZ Poetry Shelf</a> (2013- )</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>What do you want? (8/9-13/10/18)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
Paula Green: <i>NZ Poetry Shelf: a poetry page with reviews, interviews and other things</i>.
[Available <a href="https://nzpoetryshelf.com/2019/04/15/poetry-shelf-monday-poem-jack-rosss-what-do-you-want/">here</a>].
</blockquote>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEielmRKyApGeWLjtXm4ReuR5BsFhxZw9E27heAEXRCXRiN0Qgk9ftgQEabUHdhYrViZoDB-qILkzlt9jxpS0oxTusj1B5bdobqgDN6WIsokIuu3VNKlShUHcIMC2I4O7XTXF8w0IQ/s642/Ice+Road+Trucker.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="600" data-original-height="642" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEielmRKyApGeWLjtXm4ReuR5BsFhxZw9E27heAEXRCXRiN0Qgk9ftgQEabUHdhYrViZoDB-qILkzlt9jxpS0oxTusj1B5bdobqgDN6WIsokIuu3VNKlShUHcIMC2I4O7XTXF8w0IQ/s600/Ice+Road+Trucker.jpeg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Daniel Fyles: <a href="http://www.artagent.co.nz/poetry/2015/broadsheets/broadsheetjd.htm">Ice Road Trucker poster</a> (2015)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>Ice Road Trucker (7/2-30/3/15)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
<i>Ice Road Trucker</i>. Poem by Jack Ross. Design by Daniel Fyles. Letterpress printed on Arnhem 1618 cotton-rag paper in Garamond type. Ashhurst: Fyles Web Design, 2015.
</blockquote>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebknN6ou16Zge1GSLgubKnyDBVVjK_p4yAMV9lB7Ex0eAEFNq2sxqa5d9p7-RFgWf3fOLVPsSkatiCMU2dOUeNUHwM9qLmyVbFghCV5lB39-qjfoIzKv81PERZ0KDhngodRD45A/s711/Forty%252BYears%252BAnthology+%25282017%2529.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="600" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebknN6ou16Zge1GSLgubKnyDBVVjK_p4yAMV9lB7Ex0eAEFNq2sxqa5d9p7-RFgWf3fOLVPsSkatiCMU2dOUeNUHwM9qLmyVbFghCV5lB39-qjfoIzKv81PERZ0KDhngodRD45A/s600/Forty%252BYears%252BAnthology+%25282017%2529.jpg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Ron Riddell, ed.: <a href="https://www.pinterest.nz/christianj06/guillaume-apollinaire/?lp=true">Forty Years of the Titirangi Poets</a> (2017)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>Two Fords (17/7-12/8/15)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
Ron Riddell, ed. <i>Forty Years of the Titirangi Poets</i>. Auckland: Printable Reality, 2017. 106.</blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /><b>•</b></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TJAq-IVeO6ytzHp8iNgLNESWSnS6IB90okxjl_S8O0p49dhiVz9WzI53EZcT7aTbf5Psim7dnETiKd85DRMG25fu_1MN6wKAVXYOrVQ2zDAuG9IuX2V4QYGnlLD8bFZtms6wLg/s617/126239802_scaled_617x544.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="544" data-original-width="617" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TJAq-IVeO6ytzHp8iNgLNESWSnS6IB90okxjl_S8O0p49dhiVz9WzI53EZcT7aTbf5Psim7dnETiKd85DRMG25fu_1MN6wKAVXYOrVQ2zDAuG9IuX2V4QYGnlLD8bFZtms6wLg/s400/126239802_scaled_617x544.png"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Peter Gleick: <a href="http://landscapesandcycles.net/polar-bear-gate-a-picture-is-worth-a-thousand-lies.html">Stranded Polar Bear</a> (2010)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>Stranded Polar Bear (21/11-14/12/19)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
"The Terror." <i>The Imaginary Museum</i> (18/12/19).
[Available <a href="https://mairangibay.blogspot.com/2019/12/the-terror.html">here</a>].
</blockquote>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJLuUtm55HtsRJl_TDmKIwrVKKEb2CPA1Qiqsj-Rc0SK6-EiEr71HiRpy39FFQNVWOjvg3c9pN0Mhcw9Cowqkt3PKRxP7Tq_cHCSJFSSelSjuI1t-h3gXgHLz1-9e128wZd6Luw/s596/126239795_scaled_596x395.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="596" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJLuUtm55HtsRJl_TDmKIwrVKKEb2CPA1Qiqsj-Rc0SK6-EiEr71HiRpy39FFQNVWOjvg3c9pN0Mhcw9Cowqkt3PKRxP7Tq_cHCSJFSSelSjuI1t-h3gXgHLz1-9e128wZd6Luw/s400/126239795_scaled_596x395.png"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Paul Nicklin: <a href="http://landscapesandcycles.net/polar-bear-gate-a-picture-is-worth-a-thousand-lies.html">Polar Bears</a> (2010)</span></div>
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<li>Indexing Poetry NZ (5/1-29/8/16)</li>
<li>Turning at the doorstep (21/1/16-19/10/17)</li>
<li>The perils of public art (8/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li>Communications committee (14/1-4/12/16)</li>
<li>Oral exam, 1990 (1/1-21/8/16)</li>
<li>Everything ages too fast (27/1/16-7/5/17)</li>
<li>Restructuring (20/2-12/3/20)</li>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /><b>•</b></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIN9wLl0VxLTxY92wtE1lkFKwFCIHO-asD1-5NzbA2CS19Lo7xRMJz8xNBU3VS1bNGsdz6LKg6RWbX-MtVPfw4sX24VCzAIsMacpjrgSDjB1OZECLiUihjokwSteGT6n1xqd8Nug/s800/1155440-517680-14.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="347" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIN9wLl0VxLTxY92wtE1lkFKwFCIHO-asD1-5NzbA2CS19Lo7xRMJz8xNBU3VS1bNGsdz6LKg6RWbX-MtVPfw4sX24VCzAIsMacpjrgSDjB1OZECLiUihjokwSteGT6n1xqd8Nug/s400/1155440-517680-14.jpg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Rachel Doré & Chris Gallavin, ed.: <a href="https://www.eventfinda.co.nz/2018/manawatu-writers-festival/feilding">Manawatu Writers' Festival 2018: Poetry</a> (2018)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>Kissing the Blarney Stone (23/4-29/8/16)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
<i>Manawatu Writers' Festival 2018: Poetry</i>. Ed. Rachel Doré & Chris Gallavin. Feilding: Manawatu Writers' Festival, 2018. [10].</blockquote>
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<li>Skins, 1981 (22/2-14/4/19)</li>
<li>Snorkelling the Great Barrier Reef (17-19/11/17)</li>
<li>Mark (21/6-12/8/15)</li>
<li>Reindeer games (27/12/17)</li>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZWb0QiukZNmqWKIn6HOhTYJDAGpJebvM2PDQpZ4H0gGy3WoYjZ_ygYDMF0YGhWjNbQDcTM8whqVRpZ5Ap4yoA9DF5I31_8oLhcdnX6Sf3v3_4g1waMi60ZqF5t_RqO4tysKlDw/s599/Percutio15+covr+mackenzie.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="400" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="419" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZWb0QiukZNmqWKIn6HOhTYJDAGpJebvM2PDQpZ4H0gGy3WoYjZ_ygYDMF0YGhWjNbQDcTM8whqVRpZ5Ap4yoA9DF5I31_8oLhcdnX6Sf3v3_4g1waMi60ZqF5t_RqO4tysKlDw/s400/Percutio15+covr+mackenzie.jpg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Bill Direen, ed.: <a href="http://alpha.books.online.fr/Percutio/html/PastContents.html">Percutio</a> 9 (2015)</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>The Mysterious Island (18-26/4/15)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
<i>Percutio</i> 9. Ed. Bill Direen (2015): 68.</blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /><b>•</b></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZWb0QiukZNmqWKIn6HOhTYJDAGpJebvM2PDQpZ4H0gGy3WoYjZ_ygYDMF0YGhWjNbQDcTM8whqVRpZ5Ap4yoA9DF5I31_8oLhcdnX6Sf3v3_4g1waMi60ZqF5t_RqO4tysKlDw/s599/Percutio15+covr+mackenzie.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="400" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="419" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZWb0QiukZNmqWKIn6HOhTYJDAGpJebvM2PDQpZ4H0gGy3WoYjZ_ygYDMF0YGhWjNbQDcTM8whqVRpZ5Ap4yoA9DF5I31_8oLhcdnX6Sf3v3_4g1waMi60ZqF5t_RqO4tysKlDw/s400/Percutio15+covr+mackenzie.jpg"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Bill Direen, ed.: <a href="http://alpha.books.online.fr/Percutio/html/PastContents.html">Percutio</a> 9 (2015)</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>Antigone (29/5/14; 18/4-13/6/15)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
<i>Percutio</i> 9. Ed. Bill Direen (2015): 69.</blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /><b>•</b></span></div>
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<br />
<li>Shorts:<ul>
<li>Birds of Passage (12/11/14-7/2/15)</li>
<li>Auckland Anthem (30/3-15/4/12)</li>
<li>Hunting in Palmerston (after Su Shi) (6/9-17/10/13)</li>
</ul></li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIaF6vCTZRd2fH6OMhPVKxmtm2O8rCARW6394EJ4XNt3b2FpoxmtJORP9KAViWHSRxMLeBrSLaKD_OqcRzCeNGIvQHIxCgPFbxwMdOUbUL9J0oTVnqY8WPi4ip2lneG-q7Gn3hFA/s1840/Screen+Shot+2020-11-18+at+09.45.24.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="444" data-original-width="1840" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIaF6vCTZRd2fH6OMhPVKxmtm2O8rCARW6394EJ4XNt3b2FpoxmtJORP9KAViWHSRxMLeBrSLaKD_OqcRzCeNGIvQHIxCgPFbxwMdOUbUL9J0oTVnqY8WPi4ip2lneG-q7Gn3hFA/s400/Screen+Shot+2020-11-18+at+09.45.24.png"/></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://cordite.org.au/">Cordite Poetry Review</a> (Australia)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>On Early Trains (after Boris Pasternak) (26/1-7/2/15)</li></span>
<br />
<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
<i>Cordite Poetry Review 51: Transtasman</i> (August 2015).
[Available <a href="http://cordite.org.au/poetry/transtasman/on-early-trains/">here</a>].
</blockquote>
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Boris Pasternak:<br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">In the Wood</span></b></div>
<blockquote><blockquote>
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The meadows were blurred by a faintly mauve heat; in the wood the darkness of cathedrals swirled. What in the world remained for them to kiss? It was all theirs, like wax growing soft on their fingers. <br />
<br />
There is a dream: you are not asleep, but merely dreaming that you long for sleep; that a person is dozing, and two black suns beating from beneath his eyelids are burning his lashes in his sleep.<br />
<br />
The sun-rays flowed by, and iridescent beetles; the glass of dragon-flies skimmed over his cheeks. The wood was full of minute scintillations, as beneath the clock-maker’s tweezers. <br />
<br />
It seemed he had fallen asleep to the tick of figures, while high above his head, in harsh amber, the hands of a strictly tested clock are shifted in the ether and set in accordance with the change of heat. <br />
<br />
They adjust the clock, shake the pine-needles, scatter shadow, wear out, and pierce the darkness of the trunks which is raised up into the day’s fatigue, on to the clock’s blue dial. <br />
<br />
It seemed that ancient happiness was sinking, that the wood was wrapped in the sunset of dreams. Happy people do not watch the clock, but this couple, it seemed, merely slept.<br />
<br />
[1917]<br />
<br />
[literal translation by Dmitri Obolensky]<br />
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- Dmitri Obolensky, ed. <i>The Penguin Book of Russian Verse: With Plain Prose translations of Each Poem</i>. 1962. Rev. ed. 1965. The Penguin Poets, D57. Ed. J. M. Cohen (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1967): 332-33.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://www.anzliterature.com/member/paula-green/">Paula Green</a></span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>Bangalore 2002 (after Boris Pasternak) (30/12/14-7/2/15)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
<i>A Poetry Shelf for Paula Green</i>. Ed. Helen Rickerby, Harry Ricketts & Anna Jackson (June 2015).
[Available <a href="https://happybirthdaypaulagreen.wordpress.com/about/bangalore-2002/">here</a>].
</blockquote>
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Boris Pasternak:<br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">The Steppe</span></b></div>
<blockquote><blockquote>
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How wonderful were those sallies into the stillness! The boundless steppe is like a sea-scape. The feather-grass sighs, the ants rustle, and the mosquitoes’ whine drifts through the air. <br />
<br />
The ricks have fallen into line with the clouds and fade into darkness, like one volcano on another. The boundless steppe has grown silent and damp; you sway, you drift, you are buffeted.<br />
<br />
The mist has overtaken us and surrounds us like the sea, the burrs are trailing after the stockings, and it is wonderful to tramp the steppe like the sea-shore – you sway, you drift, you are buffeted.<br />
<br />
Isn’t that a rick in the mist? Who can tell? Isn’t that our straw-rick? We are coming up to it. – Yes, it is. We’ve found it. That’s it all right. The rick and the mist and the steppe all around us. <br />
<br />
And the Milky Way slants off towards Kerch’, like a road made dusty by cattle. If you go behind the houses it will take your breath away: wide open spaces on all sides. <br />
<br />
The mist is soporific, the feather-grass is like honey. The feather-grass is strewn over the whole Milky Way. The mist will disperse, and the night will cover the rick and the steppe on all sides. <br />
<br />
Shadowy midnight stands by the wayside, it has come right down on to the road and strewn it with stars, and you cannot cross the road to go beyond the fence without treading on the universe. <br />
<br />
When did the stars grow so low, midnight sink so deep into the tall wild grass, and the drenched muslin, glowing and frightened, press closer, cling, and long for a denouement? <br />
<br />
Let the steppe arbitrate and night judge between us. When, if not in the Beginning, did the mosquitoes whine, the ants crawl, and the burrs cling to the stockings? <br />
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Close them, my darling, or you’ll be blinded. The whole steppe is as before the Fall: bathed in peace, like a parachute, like a heaving vision!<br />
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[1917]<br />
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[literal translation by Dmitri Obolensky]<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">
- Dmitri Obolensky, ed. <i>The Penguin Book of Russian Verse: With Plain Prose translations of Each Poem</i>. 1962. Rev. ed. 1965. The Penguin Poets, D57. Ed. J. M. Cohen (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1967): 330-32.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Pablo Picasso: <a href="https://www.pinterest.nz/christianj06/guillaume-apollinaire/?lp=true">Portrait of Guillaume Apollinaire</a> (1918)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">
<li>1913 (after Apollinaire) (21/6-12/8/15)</li></span>
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<b>Published:</b>
<blockquote>
"1913: Apollinaire." <i>The Imaginary Museum</i> (23/4/17).
[Available <a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.co.nz/2017/04/1913-apollinaire.html">here</a>].
</blockquote>
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Guillaume Apollinaire:<br />
<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">“Je suis au bord de l’océan sur une plage.”</span></b></div>
<blockquote><blockquote>
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<i>Je suis au bord de l’océan sur une plage</i><br />
I am at the edge of the ocean on a beach<br />
<i>Fin d’été : je vois fuir les oiseaux de passage</i>.<br />
At summer’s end: I see the birds of passage fly.<br />
<i>Les flots en s’en allant ont laissé des lingots</i> :<br />
The receding waves have left ingots<br />
<i>Les méduses d’argent. Il passe des cargos</i><br />
silver jellyfish. Freighters pass<br />
<i>Sur l’horizon lointain et je cherche ces rimes</i><br />
On the far horizon and I look for rhymes<br />
<i>Tandis que le vent meurt dans le pins maritimes</i>.<br />
while the wind dies in the coastal pines.<br />
<br />
<i>Je pense à Villequier « arbres profonds et verts »</i><br />
I think of Villequier « deep, dark trees »<br />
<i>La Seine non pareille aux spectacles divers</i><br />
The Seine not equal to the diverse shows<br />
<i>L’Eglise des tombeaux et l’hôtel des pilotes</i><br />
The church of tombs and the hotel of pilots<br />
<i>Où flotte le parfum des brunes matelotes</i>.<br />
where floats the perfume of brown stew<br />
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<i>Les noirceurs de mon âme ont bien plus de saveur</i>.<br />
The darknesses of my soul have far more taste.<br />
<br />
<i>Et le soleil décline avec un air rêveur</i><br />
And the sun goes down with a dreamy air<br />
<i>Une vague meurtrie a pâli sur le sable</i><br />
A bruised wave has paled on the sand<br />
<i>Ainsi mon sang se brise en mon cœur misérable</i><br />
So breaks my blood in my miserable heart<br />
<i>Y déposant auprès des souvenirs noyés</i><br />
deposing next to my drowned memories<br />
<i>L’échouage vivant de mes amours choyés</i>.<br />
the living wreck of my cherished loves.<br />
<br />
<i>L’océan a jeté son manteau bleu de roi</i><br />
The ocean has thrown off its blue kingly robe<br />
<i>Il est sauvage et nu maintenant dans l’effroi</i><br />
It is wild and naked now in the terror<br />
<i>De ce qui vit. Mais lui défie à la tempête</i><br />
Of that which lives. But he is challenged by the storm<br />
<i>Qui chante et chante et chante ainsi qu’un grande poète</i>.<br />
Which sings and sings and sings like a great poet.<br />
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[13/7/13]<br />
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[literal translation by Jack Ross]<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">
- Guillaume Apollinaire. <i>Oeuvres poétiques</i>. Ed. Marcel Adéma & Michel Décaudin.
1956. Bibliothèque de la Pléiade, 121 (Paris: Éditions Gallimard, 1966): 734.</div>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-88238445422308476452018-05-12T09:56:00.000+12:002020-03-12T09:50:29.170+13:00Three Versions from Rilke<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Leonid Pasternak: <a href="http://blogvilla.blogspot.com/2015/03/a-impossibilidade-do-alcoolismo-em.html">Rainer Maria Rilke</a> (1928)</span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b>I</b></span><br />
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<b><i>from</i> <span style="font-size: 180%;">Orpheus in the Bays</span></b></div>
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<blockquote><blockquote><br />
Thus far they sail in wonder-like iceberg-work, <br />
wish till the silver earth begins to see<br />
all, sadder dark-signed (un)kill. Swish in worse ills,<br />
and spring this blood, this floodgate’s sudden mention,<br />
and swear we pour for sure (assuming) th’uncle.<br />
Son-star nicked rotors.<br />
<br />
Belsen was in there<br />
and visionless evil deer. Brew canoe Boleros,<br />
and (yay!) ne’er grocer, grow a blinder tyke,<br />
the rubber sigh – ’Nam: fair, non-grinned, a hick-<br />
weed Reagan. Him. Mill you, bear; I, ne’er land-shaft,<br />
won’t swish in. We’s insane, if town-fella, long mutt-<br />
er: sheer design in Vegas’ blasé strife, en-<br />
vy. I nill anger, bleaker, hunger-lagged …<br />
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And these designs in Vegas! Come in, sea.</blockquote>
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[17/8-15/10/97]<br />
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[from “Jack’s Metamorphoses (Part 2).” <i>brief</i> 19 (2001): 70-79.]<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://www.arsmundi.com/en/artwork/orpheus-eurydice-hermes-025031.html">Orpheus - Eurydice - Hermes</a></span></div>
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<br />
If the above seems a bit obscure, that's perhaps because it was constructed in the following manner:
<blockquote><br />
<i>Das war der Seelen wunderliches Bergwerk.</i><br />
Thus far they sail in wonder-like iceberg-work,<br />
<i>Wie stille Silbererze gingen sie</i><br />
wish till the silver earth begins to see<br />
<i>als Adern durch sein Dunkel. Zwischen Wurzeln</i><br />
all, sadder dark-signed (un)kill. Swish in worse ills,<br />
<i>entsprang das Blut, das fortgeht zu den Menschen,</i><br />
and spring this blood, this floodgate’s sudden mention …<br />
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<i>Felsen waren da</i><br />
Belsen was in there<br />
<i>und wesenlose Wälder. Brücken über Leeres</i><br />
and visionless evil deer. Brew canoe Boleros,<br />
<i>und jener große, graue, blinde Teich,</i><br />
and (yay!) ne’er grocer, grow a blinder tyke,<br />
<i>der über seinem fernen Grunde hing</i><br />
the rubber sigh – ’Nam: fair, non-grinned, a hick-<br />
<i>wie Regenhimmel über einer Landschaft.</i><br />
weed Reagan. Him. Mill you, bear; I, ne’er land-shaft,<br />
<i>Und zwischen Wiesen, sanft und voller Langmut,</i><br />
won’t swish in. We’s insane, if town-fella, long mutt-<br />
<i>erschien des einen Weges blasser Streifen,</i><br />
er: sheer design in Vegas’ blasé strife, en-<br />
<i>wie eine lange Bleiche hingelegt.</i><br />
vy. I nill anger, bleaker, hunger-lagged …<br />
<br />
<i>Und dieses einen Weges kamen sie.</i><br />
And these designs in Vegas! Come in, sea.</blockquote>
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[Rainer Maria Rilke. “Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes.” <i>Neue Gedichte I</i> (1907). In Ernst Zinn, ed. <i>Sämtliche Werke</i>. 6 vols (Frankfurt: Insel, 1987) 1: 542-45.]<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Mark Scroggins: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Poem-Life-Biography-Louis-Zukofsky/dp/1593761589">The Poem of a Life: A Biography of Louis Zukofsky</a> (2007)</span></div>
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And just how is this a "translation", exactly? Well, certainly it's heavily under the influence of Louis Zukofksy's infamous "homophonic" version of the Roman poet Catullus:
<blockquote><br />
<i>Odi et amo, quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.<br />
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.</i><br />
<span style="padding-left: 3em;">– Gaius Valerius Catullus (c.84-54 BC): <i>Elegy LXXXV</i></span><br />
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<b>Ōdī ět ămō quārē ĭd făcĭăm fŏrtăssě rěquīrĭs</b><br />
[I detest and I love. Why that I may do, perhaps you ask.]<br />
<b>Nĕscĭō sěd fĭěrī sěntĭŏ ět ěxcrŭcĭŏr</b><br />
[I do not know, but to become I sense and I am tortured.]<br />
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O th’hate I move love. Quarry it fact I am, for that’s so re queries.<br />
Nescience, say th’ fiery scent I owe whets crookeder.<br />
<span style="padding-left: 3em;">– Louis Zukofsky (1904-1978)</span></blockquote>
Of this epic effort, the "Translators' Preface" comments that: "This translation of Catullus follows the sound, rhythm and syntax of his Latin - tries, as is said, to breathe the "literal" meaning with him."<br />
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<a href="http://www.z-site.net/notes-to-poetry/catullus-1969-with-celia-zukofsky/">Celia Zukofsky</a> later explained their working procedure in a bit more detail in a 12 Sept. 1978 letter to Burton Hatlen:
<blockquote><br />
I did the spade work. I wrote out the Latin line and over it, indicated the quantity of every vowel and every syllable, that is long or short; then indicated the accented syllable. Below the Latin line I wrote the literal meaning or meanings of every word indicating gender, number, case and the order or sentence structure. I used Lewis & Short <i>Latin Dictionary</i> (Oxford UP) and Allen & Greenough <i>Latin Grammar</i> (Ginn & Co.). Louis then used my material to write poetry — <i>good poetry</i> — I could never do that! I never questioned any of his lines, just copied his handwritten manuscript to facilitate the typing.</blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Catullus: <a href="https://www.abebooks.co.uk/first-edition/Catullus-Gai-Valeri-Catulli-Veronensis-Liber/22407051753/bd">Gai Valeri Catulli Veronensis Liber</a>, trans. Louis & Celia Zukofsky (1969)</span></div>
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<br />
For a more literal version of Rilke's famous poem, you might like to take a look at Stephen Mitchell's translation <a href="http://www.memory-fish.com/burt/poetry/misc/rilke.html">here</a>.</blockquote><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">David Howard: <i>Jack at Purakanui</i> (2004)</span>
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<br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b>II</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 180%;">After Rilke</span></b></div>
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<blockquote><blockquote><br />
Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr groß.<br />
<span style="padding-left: 3em;"><i>Lord: it is time. The summer was so gross</i></span><br />
<br />
Lag deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,<br />
<span style="padding-left: 3em;"><i>Hang your shadows from car-aerials</i></span><br />
<br />
und auf den Fluren laß die Winde los. …<br />
<span style="padding-left: 3em;"><i>And over asphalt let dust-devils loose</i></span><br />
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Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.<br />
<span style="padding-left: 3em;"><i>Whoso no house hath, will not build it now</i></span><br />
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Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben …<br />
<span style="padding-left: 3em;"><i>Whoso’s alone, long will remain that way</i></span><br />
<blockquote><br />
Lord, it is time – the summer was so gross.<br />
Hang your shadows from car aerials,<br />
and over asphalt let dust-devils loose.<br />
<br />
Tell the last girls to cover up their breasts –<br />
no more sunbathing on the eastern shore –<br />
button up trousers, blouses, coats; no more<br />
<span style="padding-left: 3em;">blood-sweetness from the wine-dark flesh.</span><br />
<br />
Whoso no house has, will not build it now.<br />
Whoso’s alone, long will remain that way:<br />
walk, read a little, tap-tap every day<br />
<span style="padding-left: 3em;">long letters – wander listlessly</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 3em;">fall alleys, where the dead leaves stray.</span>
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[15/10/97]<br />
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[Jack Ross, <i>City of Strange Brunettes</i> (Auckland: Pohutukawa Press, 1998): 46.]<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Jack Ross: <a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/city-of-strange-brunettes-1998.html">City of Strange Brunettes</a> (1998)</span></div>
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<br />
This reads a bit more like a conventional translation of Rilke's "Autumn Day" poem, but there's still a bit of Zukofskian word-play going on in my choice of a word such as "gross," which has very distinct meanings in German and English. I also like the way I was able in my syntax – awkward phrasings such as "whoso no house has" for "Wer jetzt kein Haus hat" – to emphasise the <i>dependence</i> of this version on the original at almost all points. Others may have seen this as a reluctance to commit to any one set of words, however.
<blockquote><br />
<b>Herbsttag</b><br />
<br />
Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr gross.<br />
Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,<br />
und auf den Fluren lass die Winde los.<br />
<br />
Befiehl den letzten Früchten voll zu sein;<br />
gib ihnen noch zwei südlichere Tage,<br />
dränge sie zur Vollendung hin und jage<br />
die letzte Süsse in den schweren Wein.<br />
<br />
Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.<br />
Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,<br />
wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben<br />
und wird in den Alleen hin und her<br />
unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben.</blockquote>
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[Rainer Maria Rilke. “Herbsttag.” <i>Das Buch der Bilder</i> (1902). In Ernst Zinn, ed. <i>Sämtliche Werke</i>. 6 vols (Frankfurt: Insel, 1987) 1: 398.]<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Annette Gendler: <a href="http://annettegendler.com/2011/11/my-favorite-poem-herbsttag-by-rainer/#post/0">Autumn Day</a> (30/11/11)</span></div>
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For a more literal version of Rilke's poem, you can look at Edward Snow's translation <a href="http://www.babelmatrix.org/works/de/Rilke,_Rainer_Maria-1875/Herbsttag/en/4631-Autumn_Day">here</a>.</blockquote><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://www.odt.co.nz/news/national/christchurch-mosque-terror-accused-killer-smirked-court">Christchurch Mosque Massacre suspect</a> (16/3/19)</span>
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<br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b>III</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 180%;">Christchurch, 15th March 2019</span></b></div>
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<blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><br />
<i>Du mußt dein Leben ändern</i><br />
– Rainer Maria Rilke<br /></blockquote>
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Do we have to feel that pixilated head<br />
burning behind our eyes?<span style="padding-left: 3em;">the media</span><br />
keep broadcasting a manacled muscular<br />
torso signalling triumph over the dead<br />
<br />
his fingers cocked to a smirk<span style="padding-left: 3em;">the score</span><br />
perhaps<span style="padding-left: 3em;">Jacinda Ardern’s face</span><br />
caught in a rictus of grief<br />
<span style="padding-left: 12em;">can’t quite displace</span><br />
the bluntness of his semaphore<br />
<br />
on this darkest of days it feels like our worst fears<br />
were always justified<span style="padding-left: 3em;">our impotence</span><br />
out in the open for all to see<span style="padding-left: 3em;">our pain</span><br />
<br />
trumped by the old familiar reptile brain<br />
but scrolling down those flowers those faces those tears<br />
I can’t see them as nothing<span style="padding-left: 3em;">aren’t they us?</span>
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[19/3/19-12/3/20]<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Louvre: <a href="https://www.louvre.fr/en/oeuvre-notices/male-torso">Male Torso</a> (4th-5th century BCE)</span></div>
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Clearly, this is an adaptation rather than a translation. Something about the stance of the suspect in the dock the morning after that appalling day in Christchurch reminded me of Rilke's 'Apollo'. There'd been a lot of online debate, too, about the appropriateness of the phrase 'they are us' coined by the Prime Minister straight after the terrorist attack. It seemed to me to embody an intentional paradox rather than to make any false claims for our <i>actual</i> inclusiveness as a society.
<blockquote><br />
<b>Archaïscher Torso Apollos</b><br />
<br />
Wir kannten nicht sein unerhörtes Haupt,<br />
darin die Augenäpfel reiften. Aber<br />
sein Torso glüht noch wie ein Kandelaber,<br />
in dem sein Schauen, nur zurückgeschraubt,<br />
<br />
sich hält und glänzt. Sonst könnte nicht der Bug<br />
der Brust dich blenden, und im leisen Drehen<br />
der Lenden könnte nicht ein Lächeln gehen<br />
zu jener Mitte, die die Zeugung trug.<br />
<br />
Sonst stünde dieser Stein enstellt und kurz<br />
unter der Shultern durchsichtigem Sturz<br />
und flimmerte nicht so wie Raubtierfelle;<br />
<br />
und brächte nicht aus allen seinen Rändern<br />
aus wie ein Stern: denn da ist keine Stelle,<br />
die dich nicht sieht. Du mußt dein Leben ändern.</blockquote>
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[Rainer Maria Rilke. “Archaïscher Torso Apollos.” <i>Neue Gedichte II</i> (1908). In Ernst Zinn, ed. <i>Sämtliche Werke</i>. 6 vols (Frankfurt: Insel, 1987) 1: 557.]<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://nypost.com/2019/03/24/dubai-honors-jacinda-ardern-by-projecting-image-onto-skyscraper/">NZ PM Jacinda Ardern projected on the world’s tallest building, the Burj Khalifa</a> (24 March 2019)</span></div>
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<blockquote><br />
<b><i>Archaïscher Torso Apollos</i></b><br />
Archaic Torso of Apollo<br />
<br />
<i>Wir kannten nicht sein unerhörtes Haupt,</i><br />
We never knew his unheard-of head<br />
<i>darin die Augenäpfel reiften. Aber</i><br />
where the eyeballs ripened. But<br />
<i>sein Torso glüht noch wie ein Kandelaber,</i><br />
his torso still glows like a candelabra<br />
<i>in dem sein Schauen, nur zurückgeschraubt,</i><br />
in which his gaze, only half-illuminated<br />
<br />
<i>sich hält und glänzt. Sonst könnte nicht der Bug</i><br />
holds and dazzles. Otherwise the bow<br />
<i>der Brust dich blenden, und im leisen Drehen</i><br />
of the breast wouldn’t join in, and the light twist<br />
<i>der Lenden könnte nicht ein Lächeln gehen</i><br />
of the loins couldn’t lend a smile<br />
<i>zu jener Mitte, die die Zeugung trug</i>.<br />
to that centre, which holds fertility.<br />
<br />
<i>Sonst stünde dieser Stein enstellt und kurz</i><br />
Otherwise this stone would be shut and cut short<br />
<i>unter der Shultern durchsichtigem Sturz</i><br />
under the shoulders’ transparent fall<br />
<i>und flimmerte nicht so wie Raubtierfelle;</i><br />
and would not flicker like a predator’s skin;<br />
<br />
<i>und brächte nicht aus allen seinen Rändern</i><br />
and would not burst out on all sides<br />
<i>aus wie ein Stern: denn da ist keine Stelle,</i><br />
like a star: since there’s no part<br />
<i>die dich nicht sieht. Du mußt dein Leben ändern</i>.<br />
which doesn’t see you. You must change your life.</blockquote>
For more literal translations of Rilke's poem, it might be best to compare the multiple versions <a href="http://www.sporkworld.org/guestartists/picot/rilke.html">here</a>.</blockquote><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://sayingimages.com/rainer-maria-rilke-quotes/">Rainer Maria Rilke</a> (1875-1926)</span>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-68512082905565117552018-05-10T10:39:00.000+12:002019-04-20T09:56:04.730+12:00Fernando Pessoa (2000)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://blogvilla.blogspot.com/2015/03/a-impossibilidade-do-alcoolismo-em.html">Fernando Pessoa</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 180%;"><b>A Photograph of the Poet</b></span></div>
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<blockquote><blockquote><br />
There’s a girl<br />
behind Pessoa. Hurrying over<br />
the paving stones, she<br />
turns her head. I wonder<br />
<br />
what happened? No doubt<br />
she was off to market<br />
for a few bits of fish, not knowing<br />
she’d be snapped. She’ll be dead<br />
<br />
now. Maybe not. She’ll have<br />
grandchildren, never have cared about poetry<br />
and won’t suspect she’s been found<br />
out. I doubt Pessoa saw her<br />
<br />
coming, no friend to the looming<br />
woman on the poet’s left –<br />
and as for the thoughtful man<br />
further back …<br />
<br />
Where did the girl end up<br />
that morning? Perhaps a car<br />
idling around the corner<br />
knocked her<br />
<br />
down. It worries me, this<br />
image from sixty years ago,<br />
a tricked-out self<br />
in a Portuguese town. What’s the good<br />
<br />
of being here?</blockquote><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chingoil-Compani-Venecia-Segovia-Hermanos/dp/9500363305">Jorge Accamé</a></span></div>
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There’s a curious history behind this poem (just as there no doubt is for the girl behind Pessoa in the photograph above). The Spanish original, “Fotografía de poeta,” by Argentinian writer Jorge Accamé was originally shown to me by a friend of his, Gwenyth Perry, who’d asked him specifically for a poem for me to translate.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://www.odt.co.nz/news/dunedin/prague-residency-delights-writer">David Howard</a> (2015)</span></div>
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<br />
I found the original a little difficult to get into, and so enlisted the help of another poetic (albeit Spanish-less) friend, David Howard. David and I came up with the version above, which I duly included (with the original <i>en face</i>) in the poetry magazine I was editing at the time.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDP_ccnv-4tayWuLFmwnCl-zLg7YYlo_Yce5h19AukGH-MZVrAyDW2_Qr9e6bsZDdoiuCbITQ2L6Xa148jH5WghKlDZtz_qX-xXUsTNNEHUkstGCVUcEUonUK3IqTEBWaudvqbcg/s1600/Spin+36+%25282000%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDP_ccnv-4tayWuLFmwnCl-zLg7YYlo_Yce5h19AukGH-MZVrAyDW2_Qr9e6bsZDdoiuCbITQ2L6Xa148jH5WghKlDZtz_qX-xXUsTNNEHUkstGCVUcEUonUK3IqTEBWaudvqbcg/s640/Spin+36+%25282000%2529.jpg" width="436" height="640" data-original-width="545" data-original-height="800" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.com/2007/10/edited-magazines-journals.html#_ftn23">Spin 36</a> (2000)</span></div>
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Shortly afterwards I received a letter from a High School Spanish teacher, chiding me for my inaccuracies, and including a complete literal version of the poem to help me correct them.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><i>Spin</i> 36 (2000): 6-7.</span></div>
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I was, of course, quite aware of the liberties we’d taken – working as a duo seemed to embolden us to take ever greater licence in recasting Accamé’s original – but it still seemed a bit ridiculous to think that an English poem should be judged solely in terms of the accuracy of its reflection of the original. Who knows, though? Maybe she was right.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">David Howard & Fiona Pardington: <a href="http://events.stuff.co.nz/auckland/2018/our-changing-world-yearn-to-learn/auckland/albany">How To Occupy Our Selves</a> (Wellington: HeadworX, 2003): 39.</span></div>
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David must have thought otherwise. The next thing I heard, he’d written some additional sections, and wanted to include the whole piece in his latest book of poems, called <i>How to Occupy Our Selves</i> (2003). This seemed to me to be going a bit too far in the opposite direction, but I nevertheless granted permission for my part, at least, in this unusually collaborative work.<br />
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“What’s the good / of being here?” – our version of the original’s “<i>Ni siquiera tendría un buen motivo para estar allí</i>” [it’s not certain that she had a good reason for being there] – came in for particular censure from the Spanish teacher, as I recall. Certainly we’d tweaked it up a notch (or so we thought): extending a rather offhand conclusion into something more “philosophical.”<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">David Howard : <a href="https://www.coldhubpress.co.nz/david-howard-the-incomplete-poems-cold-hub-press-.html">The Incomplete Poems</a> (Governor's Bay, Lyttelton: Cold Hub Press, 2011): 106.</span></div>
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Who’s the author, then? David clearly thinks he is. He includes one of the later segments of his own poem under the original title “A Photograph of the Poet” in his <i>Incomplete Poems</i> (2011), the most considerable collection of this work to date. I tend to think <i>I</i> am, since most of the actual translation was contributed by me. Others would attribute it more straightforwardly to Jorge Accamé, given that the original poem – most of which has survived even into our free adaptation – is definitely and definitively by him.<br />
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Perhaps the real answer is Pessoa himself. So potent is the influence of his identity-less persona, that the mere idea of it can still confuse us all eighty-odd years after his death.</blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://www.counter-currents.com/2018/01/fernando-pessoa/">Fernando Pessoa</a> (1888-1935)</span>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-70841513297756278712018-05-08T10:10:00.000+12:002018-07-28T10:39:22.655+12:00Can Poetry Save the Earth?<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://events.stuff.co.nz/auckland/2018/our-changing-world-yearn-to-learn/auckland/albany">Our Changing World: Yearn to Learn</a> (2018)</span>
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<b><span style="font-size: 180%;">Can Poetry Save the Earth?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><a href="http://www.massey.ac.nz/massey/about-massey/events/our-changing-world/our-changing-world_home.cfm">Our Changing World</a><br />
Public Lecture Series</span><br />
Albany Campus, Massey University, Thursday 31st May, 6-7.30 pm</b></div>
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Can poetry save the Earth? </h3>
Thursday 31 May 2018 | Associate Professor Bryan Walpert, Dr Jack Ross, Dr Jo Emeney<br />
<i>Can Poetry Save the Earth? A Field Guide to Nature Poems</i> is
the title of poet and critic John Felstiner's 2009 exploration of how
the human and natural worlds connect. Can writing and reading poetry
change both? It’s a question that resonates with one of the most
pressing issues of our time – the impact of climate change. Poets and
editors Associate Professor Bryan Walpert, Dr Jack Ross and Dr Jo
Emeney, from Massey’s creative writing programme, discuss how
imagination and thinking about nature can be opened up through poetry
and will read from their own work.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPwIMJ8O8fxEjH786ei4ytuFkT2UxqOrXQblvMLR9h-6ImlUSjYmhNN3jG2yt1tPB8YbkneaDidCAhzOa3gUFh-c30McY0HiV6gwU0nG_iZSw27y_uw2hQ_veW-IE9Tdevx4AwQ/s1600/John_Clare.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPwIMJ8O8fxEjH786ei4ytuFkT2UxqOrXQblvMLR9h-6ImlUSjYmhNN3jG2yt1tPB8YbkneaDidCAhzOa3gUFh-c30McY0HiV6gwU0nG_iZSw27y_uw2hQ_veW-IE9Tdevx4AwQ/s200/John_Clare.jpg" width="164" height="200" data-original-width="327" data-original-height="400" /></a>
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<li>John Clare: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/the-skylark-john-clare.html">The Skylark</a> (1835)</li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb2_4tYdaKbh121_BGnfGVNvJkt-pRUHpDLLYdDYHBmsCsaH2Q2Huhs0PrHSvL9n2bUUbIdYpsP_E21s9rgGpM4PZlhq1zc1p6j1rGFRIc7hZffWP_UAf5OjTy7OKBznu1l4oZEA/s1600/IMG_3409_Mairangi.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb2_4tYdaKbh121_BGnfGVNvJkt-pRUHpDLLYdDYHBmsCsaH2Q2Huhs0PrHSvL9n2bUUbIdYpsP_E21s9rgGpM4PZlhq1zc1p6j1rGFRIc7hZffWP_UAf5OjTy7OKBznu1l4oZEA/s200/IMG_3409_Mairangi.jpg" width="200" height="150" data-original-width="400" data-original-height="300" /></a>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/i-nz.html">I ♥ NZ</a> (1999)</li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzC_TYwx47XvOu_vNJWSyWGzLQcoKR29EnlO39Z0Qtvkx5YNa_Z-PAmOYYUuDCTb2z3RIAW6z0jfDXmUXUwNpp-ZAFGZQnyY4H7u4q-o9NckjvN1wJlGe_cNw83KcnrQctPvHfww/s1600/Dades+24-2-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzC_TYwx47XvOu_vNJWSyWGzLQcoKR29EnlO39Z0Qtvkx5YNa_Z-PAmOYYUuDCTb2z3RIAW6z0jfDXmUXUwNpp-ZAFGZQnyY4H7u4q-o9NckjvN1wJlGe_cNw83KcnrQctPvHfww/s200/Dades+24-2-09.jpg" width="200" height="134" data-original-width="244" data-original-height="164" /></a>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/family-plot.html">Family Plot</a> (2015)</li>
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v<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2T31VPxWYDeZhxmDLtfuthPY1GD3PequRcKgbI1ulS6v7bXcRbRnNyIygGxjK4wuxs21no9_Obfw6U9k78sHsh83ddYjArLf0JSNoub9icDoFEdUTNk7DB5hEBnDp1khGQhE0Dw/s1600/Avengers_Vol_1_102_What_to_Do_Till_the_Sentinels_Come_%2528Title_Pages%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2T31VPxWYDeZhxmDLtfuthPY1GD3PequRcKgbI1ulS6v7bXcRbRnNyIygGxjK4wuxs21no9_Obfw6U9k78sHsh83ddYjArLf0JSNoub9icDoFEdUTNk7DB5hEBnDp1khGQhE0Dw/s200/Avengers_Vol_1_102_What_to_Do_Till_the_Sentinels_Come_%2528Title_Pages%2529.jpg" width="200" height="142" data-original-width="400" data-original-height="283" /></a>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/what-to-do-till-sentinels-come.html">What to do till the sentinels come</a> (2018)</li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhoGI1mBkU-WDzt6I7E1OpElHWUXFGHkTgHQjy5sP9XDCjbkk-oit00Fu6Kf4v7S8S4ZDw0KaNoWgsxyEsgRVnisiix12BJ1xQgZ9fa9nIeshdB1aotpncBShVZwicyEq9Dpsdg/s1600/Mames+%2528large%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhoGI1mBkU-WDzt6I7E1OpElHWUXFGHkTgHQjy5sP9XDCjbkk-oit00Fu6Kf4v7S8S4ZDw0KaNoWgsxyEsgRVnisiix12BJ1xQgZ9fa9nIeshdB1aotpncBShVZwicyEq9Dpsdg/s200/Mames+%2528large%2529.jpg" width="125" height="200" data-original-width="250" data-original-height="400" /></a>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/1942.html">1942</a> (2016)</li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvrw2zEY93erNy4H8BO-I-zKWnS7mi6RA2lYKnyOXQ99gXOiXCezeCL4stbnjwdLQ8WOj5P_xFOYx_7yECstv1PD5gTjnwzGcr5puqT-Npc8HF_Ji6Robo3L5MZCd-FqLCUWcdYg/s1600/fb69120136bcf5106130e045d0223128.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvrw2zEY93erNy4H8BO-I-zKWnS7mi6RA2lYKnyOXQ99gXOiXCezeCL4stbnjwdLQ8WOj5P_xFOYx_7yECstv1PD5gTjnwzGcr5puqT-Npc8HF_Ji6Robo3L5MZCd-FqLCUWcdYg/s200/fb69120136bcf5106130e045d0223128.jpg" width="200" height="132" data-original-width="400" data-original-height="264" /></a>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/my-uncle-tommy.html">My Uncle Tommy</a> (2018)</li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpv7bWAnunFNRUWo4YRwSJmZzkWwG8gxIpzFbp9UX1-FDprzljxVebtZZCeIJms2y3H3RNUbYDL4hyIukmT0uW8T7smoVKaTUPdkLB4VMumomfSkFXqPqDe3trqyjefYl4x-Vnaw/s1600/gisele+etching+large.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpv7bWAnunFNRUWo4YRwSJmZzkWwG8gxIpzFbp9UX1-FDprzljxVebtZZCeIJms2y3H3RNUbYDL4hyIukmT0uW8T7smoVKaTUPdkLB4VMumomfSkFXqPqDe3trqyjefYl4x-Vnaw/s200/gisele+etching+large.JPG" width="150" height="200" data-original-width="300" data-original-height="400" /></a>
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<li>Paul Celan: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/05/matter-of-britain-after-paul-celan.html">Matter of Britain</a> (1957)</li>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://events.stuff.co.nz/auckland/2018/our-changing-world-yearn-to-learn/auckland/albany">Our Changing World: 2018 Lecture Series</a></span>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-61666987567096067032018-05-07T10:08:00.000+12:002018-05-27T11:58:53.288+12:00The Skylark (John Clare)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiST4TSXS-Iyu62QOmDsrifzbHScViVEUxIGjZ6Iw0X0LsDl9JSmZGion5Vr1QIMQ0aASIXIdC0xshTT1J400pfTYpr7L-c2fDXJ3L1aXQRqdaOlZ3EHVd6qMTa4oqygqxvomQpow/s1600/John_Clare.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiST4TSXS-Iyu62QOmDsrifzbHScViVEUxIGjZ6Iw0X0LsDl9JSmZGion5Vr1QIMQ0aASIXIdC0xshTT1J400pfTYpr7L-c2fDXJ3L1aXQRqdaOlZ3EHVd6qMTa4oqygqxvomQpow/s640/John_Clare.jpg" width="523" height="640" data-original-width="654" data-original-height="800" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Clare#/media/File:John_Clare.jpg">John Clare</a> (2008)</span>
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 180%;">The Skylark</span></b></div>
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<br />The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside
<br />The battered road; and spreading far and wide
<br />Above the russet clods, the corn is seen
<br />Sprouting its spiry points of tender green,
<br />Where squats the hare, to terrors wide awake,
<br />Like some brown clod the harrows failed to break.
<br />Opening their golden caskets to the sun,
<br />The buttercups make schoolboys eager run,
<br />To see who shall be first to pluck the prize –
<br />Up from their hurry, see, the skylark flies,
<br />And o'er her half-formed nest, with happy wings
<br />Winnows the air, till in the cloud she sings,
<br />Then hangs a dust-spot in the sunny skies,
<br />And drops, and drops, till in her nest she lies,
<br />Which they unheeded passed – not dreaming then
<br />That birds which flew so high would drop agen
<br />To nests upon the ground, which anything
<br />May come at to destroy. Had they the wing
<br />Like such a bird, themselves would be too proud,
<br />And build on nothing but a passing cloud!
<br />As free from danger as the heavens are free
<br />From pain and toil, there would they build and be,
<br />And sail about the world to scenes unheard
<br />Of and unseen – Oh, were they but a bird!
<br />So think they, while they listen to its song,
<br />And smile and fancy and so pass along;
<br />While its low nest, moist with the dews of morn,
<br />Lies safely, with the leveret, in the corn.</blockquote>
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(1835)<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Thomas Bewick: <a href="https://tammytourguide.wordpress.com/2013/02/02/thomas-bewick-the-art-of-nature/bewick_skylark/">The Skylark</a> (1790)</span></div>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-64323682107264478202018-05-06T10:07:00.000+12:002018-05-27T11:51:55.536+12:00I ♥ NZ<div style="text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgodXgqHTpR4yES30c13ikWGifOXudVZWbnEunGQklWNKAwHlxlsxrJqAIIEpI5agXpz8WWY6sLHV2DYqpoPt06f54PeuDEu8dw-wtDXykRsH2ALADoC5k7o-fYAU40o38Ur-U6lQ/s1600/IMG_3409_Mairangi.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgodXgqHTpR4yES30c13ikWGifOXudVZWbnEunGQklWNKAwHlxlsxrJqAIIEpI5agXpz8WWY6sLHV2DYqpoPt06f54PeuDEu8dw-wtDXykRsH2ALADoC5k7o-fYAU40o38Ur-U6lQ/s400/IMG_3409_Mairangi.jpg" width="400" height="300" data-original-width="800" data-original-height="600" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://jacket2.org/commentary/coda">Mairangi Bay Beach</a> (2012)</span>
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 180%;">I ♥ NZ</span></b><br />
– Bumper-sticker</div>
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<blockquote>
<br /><span style="padding-left: 7em;">… <i>love is not love</span>
<br />which alters when it alteration finds</i>:
<br />beach-shelf eroded, Richard III gulls
<br />in paroxysms of unholy rage.
<br />
<br />We walked here barefoot
<br />before the tar, swam here before
<br />the sewerage outlet, sand-fought
<br />by that wall.
<br />
<br />Today I’m pelted by the wind,
<br /><span style="padding-left: 2em;">“The Caribbean, boys, in full roar!”</span>
<br /><span style="padding-left: 4em;">Two kayakers</span>
<br />
<br />are dumb enough to try it.
<br /><span style="padding-left: 2em;">Brown sturdy girls</span>
<br /><span style="padding-left: 4em;">wade bare-legged through the surf.</span></blockquote>
</blockquote>
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(12-18/12/97)<br />
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[<i>evasion</i> 1 [<i>Flint</i> 2] (2000): 15]<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLCNKIdTfNojTpEeVUsjGbUtM3dSXwNZjfzp2VUJkLAr5MCdoice2vW_9_O9uBzsg3bFgBQElW4YwZeiQzfgq6RgojPMX9EgTrthmUuiWHZ_VvjQF-js6HKep5d1UU1hoEsGuMw/s1600/dm09.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLCNKIdTfNojTpEeVUsjGbUtM3dSXwNZjfzp2VUJkLAr5MCdoice2vW_9_O9uBzsg3bFgBQElW4YwZeiQzfgq6RgojPMX9EgTrthmUuiWHZ_VvjQF-js6HKep5d1UU1hoEsGuMw/s640/dm09.jpg" width="640" height="459" data-original-width="1092" data-original-height="784" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Carl Barks: <a href="http://duckcomicsrevue.blogspot.co.nz/2016/10/the-flying-dutchman.html">The Flying Dutchman</a>. <i>Uncle Scrooge</i> #25 (1959)</span></div>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-48686688098154673562018-05-05T10:06:00.000+12:002018-05-27T11:59:25.752+12:00Family Plot<div style="text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQXvvPsAyo5s9FPWZr7ScBePCDO0HQRQOMzntLT9Jt7EG7PfVXCBAWr1DTyrvrg7QccTzpyA6O0atETFBnLlLEKBI39BXGNyPcaK3BJcajMYLiHq77GFO3ccPoPnYwe5z5V-hyA/s1600/Dades+24-2-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQXvvPsAyo5s9FPWZr7ScBePCDO0HQRQOMzntLT9Jt7EG7PfVXCBAWr1DTyrvrg7QccTzpyA6O0atETFBnLlLEKBI39BXGNyPcaK3BJcajMYLiHq77GFO3ccPoPnYwe5z5V-hyA/s400/Dades+24-2-09.jpg" width="400" height="269" data-original-width="244" data-original-height="164" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://mairangibay.blogspot.co.nz/2013/09/r-i-p-dr-john-mackenzie-ross.html">My father feeding the seagulls</a> (2011)</span>
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<br />
<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 180%;">Family Plot</span></b></div>
<br />
<blockquote>
<br /><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">I</span></b>
<br />
<br />I noticed him late last year
<br />as I climbed the back
<br />stairs at work
<br />
<br />a beetle
<br />spindly legs upflung
<br />on the first flight down
<br />
<br />among the dustbunnies
<br />and detritus
<br />of a busy office
<br />
<br />in a while he was joined
<br />by a tiny dead
<br />centipede
<br />
<br />now every morning
<br />I say hello
<br />and pass the time of day
<br />
<br />illimitable spans of air
<br />above him
<br />his ship of eternity
<br />
<br />lofty as the sky
<br />
<br />
<br /><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">II</span></b>
<br />
<br /><b>PETER</b>
<br />d. 1976
<br />
<br /><b>SASHA</b>
<br />d. 18.3.86
<br />
<br /><b>MISHA</b>
<br />d. 23-2-90
<br />
<br /><b>PETYA</b>
<br />LOVED AND
<br />HANDSOME
<br />
<br /><b>NIKITA</b>
<br />MUCH LOVED
<br />d. 30.9.93
<br />
<br /><b>MITYA</b>
<br />BOLD & BEAUTIFUL
<br />d. 5.4.94
<br />
<br /><b>POUPOUSSE</b>
<br />OUR LOVELY FRIEND
<br />d. 31.10.05
<br />
<br />written on our back fence
<br />
<br />
<br /><b><span style="font-size: 130%;">III</span></b>
<br />
<br />At North Shore Memorial Park
<br />on Schnapper Rock Rd
<br />
<br />in Central Div
<br />Bronze 6
<br />
<br />Block B
<br />Row H
<br />
<br />Plot 17
<br />beside Grandma’s grave
<br />
<br />my sister’s ashes
<br />have been joined
<br />
<br />by my father’s wooden
<br />urn
<br />
<br />we haven’t yet
<br />ordered made
<br />
<br />the little plaque
<br />wishing him
<br />
<br /><i>quiet sleep
<br />and a sweet dream
<br />
<br />when the long trick’s over</i>
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(26/6-12/8/15)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTDjFew0SZ7HiSTTUG0KzcbP4oNGSbbXIy9IQpps5tSWovFBskClpDnCxpX04g4Xp5a4ZqPrQykmDUcyQOFaZVVR0GF6Qt47geeSgWN8vqNpVkPrGCBq3LPRbXF17a2ft_nIjRA/s1600/e8e2ddef20e810fc0f6f6018d83abe3d.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTDjFew0SZ7HiSTTUG0KzcbP4oNGSbbXIy9IQpps5tSWovFBskClpDnCxpX04g4Xp5a4ZqPrQykmDUcyQOFaZVVR0GF6Qt47geeSgWN8vqNpVkPrGCBq3LPRbXF17a2ft_nIjRA/s640/e8e2ddef20e810fc0f6f6018d83abe3d.jpg" width="419" height="640" data-original-width="1048" data-original-height="1600" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">John Masefield: <a href="https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/457819118346516048/">Sea Fever</a> (1902)</span></div>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-90372964043803974392018-05-04T10:05:00.000+12:002018-05-27T11:59:11.515+12:00What to do till the sentinels come<div style="text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9_j9iWhiEk2ivYERSqIzvVGq2L7OASnh2e270mp4No66kocQYFIew7aegFplVNkinanwOWMCQtv-iu3aa2QjaSLe40Vo467PDCQmS6S25Lz46HVqqTL8S_fk8vifMGcEPSI7dA/s1600/Avengers_Vol_1_102_What_to_Do_Till_the_Sentinels_Come_%2528Title_Pages%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9_j9iWhiEk2ivYERSqIzvVGq2L7OASnh2e270mp4No66kocQYFIew7aegFplVNkinanwOWMCQtv-iu3aa2QjaSLe40Vo467PDCQmS6S25Lz46HVqqTL8S_fk8vifMGcEPSI7dA/s640/Avengers_Vol_1_102_What_to_Do_Till_the_Sentinels_Come_%2528Title_Pages%2529.jpg" width="640" height="452" data-original-width="1600" data-original-height="1130" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Roy Thomas: <a href="http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/File:Avengers_Vol_1_102_What_to_Do_Till_the_Sentinels_Come_(Title_Pages).jpg">Avengers #102</a> (Marvel Comics, 1972)</span>
<br />
<br />
<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 180%;">What to do till the sentinels come</span></b></div>
<br />
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<br />Yes, astronaut and cosmonaut – <i>report</i>, indeed! <i>Warn</i>, if you can, your half-waking, half-sleeping planet! <i>Tell</i> them, if you <i>can</i> …
<br /><div style="text-align: center;">– Roy Thomas, <i>Avengers</i> #102</div>
</blockquote>
<br />
<br /><i>So how was Zero?</i>
<br />oh she was fine
<br /><i>did you have any trouble getting in?</i>
<br />no no
<br />
<br />when <i>we</i> got home
<br />Zero’s dish was empty
<br />meat left unopened
<br />in the fridge
<br />
<br />the thunderstorm
<br />had driven her outside
<br />to cringe
<br />under the garden shed
<br />
<br />she had quite a lot to say
<br />when Bronwyn ran out
<br />crying and calling out
<br />her name
<br />
<br />it’s not that my mother
<br />neglected her task
<br />on purpose
<br />she’d written in her diary
<br />
<br />FEED THE CAT!
<br />it’s just that her mind
<br />now fills in blanks
<br />with certainties
<br />
<br />not doubts
<br />there <i>was</i> a slight pause
<br />before that “fine”
<br />all I know is our cat
<br />
<br />left alone
<br />in the storm
<br />my mother alone
<br />in the fog of her brain</blockquote>
</blockquote>
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(11-23/4/18)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHGO09KZXHKJ86FYhNdB7EWThHpiQ82O3tQ7XwQ-8k6jNA8q6QnLK341Ymig5aM52w7CeYOCTxXBkRYBq-sGjhQ58iBTtWQAfiZazPRWCy6l0qjE5UOFt3Bnb3vkID-pSyaMZeA/s1600/Zero+in+a+paper+bag.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHGO09KZXHKJ86FYhNdB7EWThHpiQ82O3tQ7XwQ-8k6jNA8q6QnLK341Ymig5aM52w7CeYOCTxXBkRYBq-sGjhQ58iBTtWQAfiZazPRWCy6l0qjE5UOFt3Bnb3vkID-pSyaMZeA/s400/Zero+in+a+paper+bag.JPG" width="400" height="300" data-original-width="1600" data-original-height="1200" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Bronwyn Lloyd: <a href="https://www.pinterest.nz/jackr1778/cat-worship/zero/">Zero in a paper bag</a> (2009)</span></div>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-29855492003291526842018-05-03T10:03:00.000+12:002018-05-27T11:59:44.648+12:001942<div style="text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOdigAJGo54xgeJU2SCk3NEt9VotXeST7zIeQ8e6ilG4pnly219I25L61eikNtOJu-dwvGXOVvd6KXWIVluTYqelJtebxqbo-5DBxutSGLKptxV7jrm0rWDPWezozm7R_dXewoA/s1600/Mames+%2528large%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOdigAJGo54xgeJU2SCk3NEt9VotXeST7zIeQ8e6ilG4pnly219I25L61eikNtOJu-dwvGXOVvd6KXWIVluTYqelJtebxqbo-5DBxutSGLKptxV7jrm0rWDPWezozm7R_dXewoA/s640/Mames+%2528large%2529.jpg" width="400" height="640" data-original-width="689" data-original-height="1103" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Harry Flockton Clarke: <i>June feeding a wallaby</i> (c.1939-40)</span>
<br />
<br />
<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 180%;">1942</span></b></div>
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<blockquote>
<br />The picture is sepia-toned
<br />like the not-too-far-distant war
<br />
<br />the need to stay silent at mealtimes
<br />so her father can hear
<br />
<br />every radio news report
<br />the need to pose paramount
<br />
<br />in the stiff lines of this schoolgirl
<br />reaching out a tentative hand
<br />
<br />to the strangest of beasts
<br />in the latter stages of dementia
<br />
<br />my father removed her photos
<br />replacing them with snaps
<br />
<br />of his militaria
<br />I don’t think she understands
<br />
<br />what we see in this picture
<br />the meekness before authority
<br />
<br />the gentleness of the pose
<br />the dark fringe of trees
<br />
<br />in a faraway world
<br />where my mother
<br />
<br />has just been told
<br />to pretend to feed
<br />
<br />a wallaby</blockquote>
</blockquote>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
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(17/9-4/12/16)<br />
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[Dianne Firth, <i>Poetry and Place: Catalogue for the Poetry and Place Exhibition, Belconnen Art Centre, 25 August – 17 September 2017</i> (Canberra: University of Canberra, 2017): 10]<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Dianne Firth: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2017/12/canberra-tales-2017.html">Poetry and Place</a> (2017)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://events.stuff.co.nz/auckland/2018/our-changing-world-yearn-to-learn/auckland/albany">Or Changing World: 2018 Lecture Series</a></span>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-21883717578345899372018-05-02T10:04:00.000+12:002018-05-27T11:56:46.512+12:00My Uncle Tommy<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://www.pinterest.nz/pin/799740846299471213/?lp=true">Chatswood, Sydney</a> (1942)</span>
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 180%;">My Uncle Tommy</span></b></div>
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<blockquote>
<br />“In the end they had to put him
<br />in a home
<br />
<br />Tommy had grown too heavy
<br />for Dad to carry
<br />
<br />Dad worried about it
<br />till he went to visit
<br />
<br />tried to hug him
<br />Tommy didn’t know him
<br />
<br />was not aware
<br />of where they were
<br />
<br />it was my mother
<br />I was sorry for
<br />
<br />she thought she was to blame
<br />for having him
<br />
<br />my brother shared a room
<br />with him
<br />
<br />all night he’d rock
<br />inside his cot
<br />
<br />one winter he got sick
<br />and never spoke
<br />
<br />again
<br />no-one
<br />
<br />could visit us
<br />because
<br />
<br />of Tommy”</blockquote>
</blockquote>
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(15-23/4/18)<br />
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[Paula Green: "Monday Poem." <i>NZ Poetry Shelf: a poetry page with reviews, interviews and other things</i> (7/5/18). Available at: <a href="https://nzpoetryshelf.com/2018/05/07/monday-poem-jack-rosss-my-uncle-tommy/">https://nzpoetryshelf.com/2018/05/07/monday-poem-jack-rosss-my-uncle-tommy</a>]<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/537687643003891236/">Chatswood District Community Hospital</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://events.stuff.co.nz/auckland/2018/our-changing-world-yearn-to-learn/auckland/albany">Or Changing World: 2018 Lecture Series</a></span>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-85575109429213602802018-05-01T10:00:00.000+12:002018-05-27T12:02:20.709+12:00Matter of Britain (after Paul Celan)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Gisèle Celan-Lestrange: <a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2012/02/celanie-poems-2010-12.html">Etching</a> (1927-1991)</span>
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<blockquote><b><span style="font-size: 180%;">Matter of Britain</span></div></b>
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<blockquote>
<br />Gorselight, yellow, slopes<br />
against the sky<span style="padding-left: 5em;">Thorn</span><br />
disinfects your wounds<span style="padding-left: 2em;">Ring</span><br />
out, it’s evening<span style="padding-left: 4.5em;">Nothing</span><br />
crosses the sea to pray<br />
The bloodred sheet sets sail for you<br />
<br />
Arid, dried-out, bed<br />
behind you<span style="padding-left: 3em;">Scar-</span><br />
invaded<span style="padding-left: 4.5em;">Star-</span><br />
embossed<span style="padding-left: 2em;">milky inlets</span><br />
in the vase<span style="padding-left: 3em;">Date</span><br />
stones underneath, furred blue<br />
tufts of forgetfulness<br />
your memory<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">(Do you know me</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">hands? I went</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">by the forked route you showed</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">me, my mouth spat pebbles, I walked</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 2em;">through snowdrifts, shadow – do you know me?)</span><br />
<br />
Hands, the thorn-<br />
burnt wound rings out<br />
Hands, nothing, the sea<br />
Hands, in the gorse-light<br />
the bloody sheet<br />
sets sail for you<br />
<br />
You<br />
you teach<br />
your teach your hands<br />
you teach your hands, you teach<br />
you teach your hands<br />
<span style="padding-left: 11em;">to sleep</span></blockquote>
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[13/8/57]<br />
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(9/3-29/4/10)<br />
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[“Celanie: 5 Versions from Paul Celan.” <i>brief</i> 41 (2010): 54-59]<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://www.espritsnomades.com/sitelitterature/celan/celankaddish.html">Paul Celan</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://events.stuff.co.nz/auckland/2018/our-changing-world-yearn-to-learn/auckland/albany">Or Changing World: 2018 Lecture Series</a></span>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-62448842879497246352018-01-31T09:42:00.000+13:002018-05-28T10:22:51.261+12:00Collage Poems<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Anne Ross: <i>Egyptian Girl</i></span>
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<b><span style="font-size: 180%;">Collage Poems</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;">1997-2005</span></b></div>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/jacks-metamorphoses-1997-98.html">Jack's Metamorphoses</a> (1997-98)</li>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/conversation-pieces-1997-98.html">Conversation Pieces</a> (1997-98)</li>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/wharfbury-dogs-1998.html">Wharfbury Dogs</a> (1997-98)</li>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/evenings-in-blackout-1998.html">Evenings in the Blackout</a> (1998)</li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-Njq_Z0_PYzKnDdKjfg3VNc_M25aX6FiO5Uxjw5v7NpjV3Swqcy1sQkWwhQ91a8Az68QMhOJ7DbOz_8S2XcExBue2XIOUExjEjDP7fuRgjyU5ENblAPz0FgWPA9RrLZ1J1HRvQ/s1600/brief%252B16%252B%2525286-00%252529.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-Njq_Z0_PYzKnDdKjfg3VNc_M25aX6FiO5Uxjw5v7NpjV3Swqcy1sQkWwhQ91a8Az68QMhOJ7DbOz_8S2XcExBue2XIOUExjEjDP7fuRgjyU5ENblAPz0FgWPA9RrLZ1J1HRvQ/s200/brief%252B16%252B%2525286-00%252529.jpg" width="138" height="200" data-original-width="221" data-original-height="320" /></a>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/dieting-im-hungry-too-2000.html">Dieting. I'm Hungry too</a> (2000)</li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3mdqtjZIDldQn_Uq53nrG829smSvxN0HxG9e9gcx4FwwfBnk8N1_yssG9udXC2cdCGuSsCaLqj3FBIfgIGPUxcHi9GBO6MFDsfojNvR2hF5LSHisBIb8KtqLM7d1MwO5cv76Qg/s1600/brief%252B18%252B%25252812-00%252529.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3mdqtjZIDldQn_Uq53nrG829smSvxN0HxG9e9gcx4FwwfBnk8N1_yssG9udXC2cdCGuSsCaLqj3FBIfgIGPUxcHi9GBO6MFDsfojNvR2hF5LSHisBIb8KtqLM7d1MwO5cv76Qg/s200/brief%252B18%252B%25252812-00%252529.jpg" width="138" height="200" data-original-width="221" data-original-height="320" /></a>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/in-cave-of-henry-james-2000.html">In the Cave of Henry James</a> (2000)</li>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/ancestral-voices-2001.html">Ancestral Voices</a> (2001)</li>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/satans-school-for-girls-2002.html">Satan's School for Girls</a> (2002)</li>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/postcards-2002-3.html">Postcards</a> (2002-3)</li>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/servants-of-wankh-2002-3.html">Servants of the Wankh</a> (2002-3)</li>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/suburban-apocalypse-2001-4.html">Suburban Apocalypse</a> (2001-4)</li>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/days-under-water-2001-4.html">Days Under Water</a> (2001-4)</li>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/citizens-of-peoples-republic-of.html">Citizens of the People’s Republic of Freaktown</a> (2003-4)</li>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/muses-for-joanna-margaret-paul-2004-5.html">Muses (for Joanna Margaret Paul)</a> (2004-5)</li>
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<li><a href="http://ovidius-naso.blogspot.co.nz/2018/01/notes-to-collage-poems.html">Notes</a> (2018)</li>
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<br />Jack Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425132051451808832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32744434.post-41816558146155725882018-01-16T07:29:00.000+13:002018-05-29T09:51:09.103+12:00Notes to Collage Poems<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Kathy Acker: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eurydice-Underworld-Kathy-Acker/dp/1900850087">Eurydice in the Underworld</a> (1997)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 180%;"><b>Collage Poems</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">1997-2005<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Alison Fell, ed.: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Seven-Deadly-Sins-Masks-Alison/dp/1852421401">The Seven Deadly Sins</a> (1988)</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">K. Wallis Coales: <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wharfbury-Watch-Dogs-Scouting-Story/dp/B001OX2COY">The Wharfbury Watch-Dogs: A Scouting Story</a> (1930)</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Jack Vance: <a href="https://www.jwkbooks.com/pages/books/17673/john-holbrook-vance-jack-vance/servants-of-the-wankh">Servants of the Wankh</a> (1969)</span></div><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">Acknowledgements</span></b></div>
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<li>“Jack’s Metamorphoses” appeared in slightly shorter form in <i>brief</i> 15 (2000): 57-62 and 19 (2001): 70-79; extracts also appeared in <i>Boxkite: A Journal of Poetry & Poetics</i> 2 (1998): 31-32 and <i>When the Sea Goes Mad at Night</i>, ed. Theresia Liemlienio Marshall (Auckland: Christian Gray, 1999/2000) 98-99.</li>
<li>“Conversation Pieces,” in <i>evasion</i> 1 [<i>Flint</i> 2] (2000): 15.</li>
<li>“Wharfbury Dogs,” in <i>Salt</i> 6 (2) (1999): 17 & 60 & 62 & 67.</li>
<li>“Evenings in the Blackout” appeared, piecemeal, in <i>Spin</i> 33 (1999): 50-5 and <i>JAAM</i> 14 (2000): 49.</li>
<li>“Dieting. I’m Hungry too,” in <i>brief</i> 16 (2000): 62-69.</li>
<li>“In the Cave of Henry James,” in <i>brief</i> 18 (2001): 28-35.</li>
<li>“Ancestral Voices,” in part, in <i>brief</i> 33 (2006): 139-48.</li>
<li>“Satan’s School for Girls,” in <i>JAAM</i> 24 (2007): 29-33.</li>
<li>“Anamorphoses,” in <i>brief</i> 27 (2003): 74-76.</li>
<li>“Postcards,” in <i>brief</i> 29 (2004): 62-65.</li>
<li>“Servants of the Wankh,” in part, in <i>evasion</i> 2.1 (2003): 18 & 21 and <i>evasion online</i> [<a href="http://www.evasion.co.nz/main/issues/january03/poem2.html">http://www.evasion.co.nz/main/issues/january03/poem2.html</a>].</li>
<li>“Suburban Apocalypse,” in part, in <i>Catalyst</i> 4 (2005): 67-71; “Blue,” in <i>Spin</i> 49 (2005): 60; & “Hitler’s Villa,” in <i>Tongue in Your Ear</i> 9 (2006): 60.</li>
<li>“Days Under Water,” in <i>brief</i> 30 (2004): 88-91.</li>
<li>“Citizens of the People’s Republic of Freaktown,” in <i>brief</i> 31 (2004): 76-79.</li>
<li>“Muses (for Joanna Margaret Paul),” in <i>brief</i> 32 (2005): 95-98.</li>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://hesiodic.blogspot.co.nz/2007/10/pamphlets.html#_ftn19">Suburban Apocalypse</a> (2004)</span>
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