tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59931752011-04-22T09:54:40.784+12:45I'm inside the text now.arcitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036714140099292815noreply@blogger.comBlogger5911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993175.post-1150244388593094682006-06-14T13:03:00.000+12:452006-06-14T13:04:48.613+12:45

Arcite's now Busy Killing Abel.

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363: "But I'm not done yet" (Minuet). Midnight. The rain was said to lash againt the window like a Mancunican charwoman throwing her dregs out on the flags. I was dreaming of waves looking at the red light of the transitor radio floating like a buoy in the room's dark ocean. The concert programme was on softly playing a string concerto that tightened all the nerves down my back--just to be sure

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364: mountainous, battleship grey breakers, you ride them waiting for them to push you down. Don't raise your arms above your head, don't open your mouth so wide.

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365. couting down the days. just for the sake of it. to stop you forgetting, in your mother's room, the papers coming and going. not working for money. midnight in the middle of a bad week. rain at the window. candles. you count so as to reassure yourself that you are moving on. you count down: starting and stopping, dreaming of loops.

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88"This chaos has consistency." (Minuet).what i want to do w/ you is loop the loop, play the fool, be the 8 ball in your game of pool/ what i want to do w/ you/ what i want to do. You say it's over now but it's not over at all. it's just days in between. tomorrow and tomorrow's space. see for that future world there could be no coming as it would be that one, the one that didn't arrive. so you

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"...left with a mark on the door."Moving along in our God given waysSafety is sat by the fireSanctuary from these feverish smilesLeft with a mark on the doorIs this the gift that I wanted to giveForgive and forget'swhat they teachI'll pass through the deserts and waste -lands once moreAnd watch as they drop by the beachI. Curtis

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I am scaredColin McCahon

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the nature of monkey was...irrepressible!The last day before we start school--we're all meeting with the local iwi for team building exercises tomorrow.I've been watching the Monkey series on DVD and basically I've been relaxing, writing, spending time with the kids, planning a bit for school (we're doing 'the developing world' for social studies with a focus on aid, fair trade, globalisation and

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Best of the YearBest Novel: Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom. Cory Doctorow.Best Film: Sideways.Best CD: Chutes too Narrow. The Shins.Best TV: Campbell Live (NZ), Desperate Housewives.Media Whores: Britney Spears, Brad Pit, etcBest Live Performance: The Cherry Orchard (Circa Theatre, Wellington).

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In Wellington when you go for your morning walk you sometimes see empty Lion Red cans left on the pavements; as I walk up to Ponsonby road for my morning coffee I notice empty Deutz bottles left upright against tree trunks as polite memorials to a night on the town.

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I'm up in Auckland and on Christmas eve we all went off to see King Kong. King Kong is too bloody long. King Yawn! Today art is the investigation and creation of an individual's culture. Jackson felt compelled to make the film; it's a boy's film, a very juvenile endeavour. Can he return to making grown-up movies? (Even Heavenly Creatures has a childish air--this is also my beef with Spielberg,

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Funny words spoken to me in a dream: "Relax. Take a bath. Books are all written by people you know." Dressed in a tuxedo and rented cufflinks. If you put the comma after 'people' then it sort of changes but there's still a hint that books are conversations and that the reader/writer relationship can be intimate, given the right mood lighting.Birds doesn't have tunes? I must have been

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The new blog seems to be going well enough though I'm still so unsure about writing a blog under my real name. I've nearly finished three poems and I'm getting a smaller than originally planned manuscript together to publish a chapbook.The holidays mean listening to Brittle Lemon's superb Christmas CD compilation as well as Richard and Linda Thompson's I want to see the bright lights tonight.I

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Changes are a foot with Arcite's Day. I've just started a poetry news blog under my IRL name and identity. This will allow me to publicise poetry events in Wellington as well as make a few notes on the books I'm reading. I can also show my students this blog as an example of how you can publish your own thoughts on the web.If you're interested in reading this blog and don't know my IRL name

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Mr Newboy has already rejected my poems for PNZ. Apparently he’s swamped with manuscripts for the last issue. At least he doesn’t sit on manuscripts for months. Well, he doesn’t sit on my manuscripts, anyway. ‘Rejection’s not so awful as long as one isn’t rejected all the time (Vile Bodies sotto voce). He doesn’t ‘get’ some of the language but the rejection makes me wonder about one of the

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Kong? Well, I'm sort of like 'haven't I already seen it?'Narnia? Well, I'm sort of why even bother seeing it?What about the much underrated 'dark is rising' sequence?The ring films are good--but they must be viewed as 'adaptations' rather than films (which is why I never feel the need to watch them again: now).Could not sleep last night so wrote/channelled this weird poem called 'The Footballer.'

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Fantastic news: On Friday I'm offered a permanent job at the school, starting next year, teaching Tourism and Social Studies. No English. I am so relieved. I was just about to start applying for jobs in Auckland and really did not want to leave the school. You can get very attached to a school and I like the people I'm working with; in some ways the attachment seems similar to what I'd imagine

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"With a sudden intensity, as if she saw it clear for a second, she drew a line there, in the centre.--I know that fading in the afternoon light. Gone to autonomy, an infinite space under a walnut sky; a singular interior within the contracted horizon of an outside. Spring says summer might be the last one in town. I'm humming that tune again, you know, the one about how if soldiers have lost a

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I haven't told you about my new fancy titanium framed glasses with non-reflective, photosensitive lens that turn dark with a touch of the sun. I'm finally rash free-although today I do wear my contacts for a change. I was so tired last night. I slept for the longest time. The month of Gemini They are going to hang that boy on Friday and it's all a big show of power. The same old show. Standing

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Moon's a common scene around my town. A reckoning, I reckon. You know, the term coming to a close, no real work, my partner trapped in a miserable job because I have no permanent work, bad weather. You know. Don't take it to heart. Worse things happen at sea. Yeah. Gray. YeahWhen I leave now don't you weep for me I'll be back, just save a seat for me But if you just can't make the room Look up

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I think I've turned into a Love fan. The sheer brilliance of 1967s "Maybe the People Would Be the Times or Between Clark and Hilldale" runs through my head. If you haven't heard Forever Changes then you simply must!Imagine a sarcastic, poetic psychedelia that has the texture of a walk down a busy street on a warm evening without the romantic, grand posturing of The Doors. I drove to the library

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The culture was promised but never arrived.The culture must be forgotten.I receive a copy of the latest Bravado which includes one of my poems (for which I get $10). My name is misspelt in the contents and beneath the poem. I have an Irish surname (I'm of Irish/Northumbrian decent--a Celt)so the substitution of an 'a' for an 'o' is common. For some reason I no longer feel anything for the poem

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the culture must be builtthe culture must be curedthe culture must be foundthe culture must be many& came home to a most welcome postal mail from my brother Paul: the book To Major Tom: The Bowie Letters by Dave Thompson and The Specials More Specials on the Two Tone label. The culture must be us. Phoned him up for a long chat as he's in Sydney. Cheers!

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Swēven. Tohu-bohu. I thought I saw a dead white bird in the park but it was a clot of discarded tissues. The hills are alive with the sound of chainsaws.A shit week—I think the worst I’ve had since I’ve been back in NZ. There’s no job stability at all and I feel very frustrated. I re-trained as a teacher to live in this town and write and now I see that I’m probably going to have to move on.

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My hair is receding. Every morning I watch it recede a little. I mean I still have plenty of hair but watching it recede is like watching the tide of your youth pull out to sea. I'm 44; what a bore. Ah, vanity.And we've scrubbed the Dharamasala trip as we can't really afford it and we're worried that Roishan will freak out and find it uncomfortable. India unplugged. So we're thinking maybe we

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I think that my favourite word in English must be if: so much better than peut-être or si!I was tired and irritable all last night and early this morning. I wanted to write but couldn’t seem to write and I felt like a piece of paper being screwed up into a ball. But this morning I was able to work on a thorny long poem called ‘Devotion’ which I’ve been working on and off on for months and I’m

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I'm a bit tired. School's is full-on at the moment with junior exams and senior assessments but at the end of this week the seniors leave and all will be quieter. I'm getting mixed messages from the school about my future. It's like they want me to stay but they aren't sure if they'll have the student numbers to keep me on. Me and jobs: go figure. I had a funtime with Conchis earlier in the week

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Rod DonaldSad news tonight. Rod Donald, 48, co-leader of the NZ Green party died last night of a heart attack. I had great respect for Rod--here's a photo of him holding the Tibetan flag when a very senior Chinese dignitary visited parliament. The Chinese authorities were very pissed off about it and it had to be explained to them slowly and carefully that he was actually a member of parliament

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Must have been the fever (now gone)Mars is near Pisces and I'm using Mars as a wayTo learn the tail of the fish.Thursday morning I just had to use my free period to work on a new poem: 'Reveal.' Thursday, I lay on the couch all day and night and watched and lovedElephant. Yes, I want that one in my DVD collection. There is just so much right with this film. And as I started to feel better

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I'm not at school today as I phoned in sick due to a very upset stomach. This is my first day off I can remember in years. Anyway, I'm going to lie on the couch and watch the rest of Elephant that I started to watch last night. What a fascinating movie. I might also read a little of Patrick O'Brien's Master and Commander--one of the books on my recommended reading list that I'm working through

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Bright yellow-green piss as I taken nutrients to help me to return my metabolism to an earlier state. Yes, we're having a bit of spring clean.In half and hour I'll taken the boys out trick or treating. Tyger's costume is a basic white sheet with two holes for eyes. Fancy, eh?

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The spider was still there this morning. I blew gently and was sure that the spider was dead until slowly the long legs began to move. A small brown speck of a passing mite crossed my vision. Now, if only I could get Tyger to play less of The Simms. Quiz night last night at Doriath with the work crew. We didn't do that well. The song this morning in my head: "Til Victory" (P. Smith.)Oh, by the

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Oft him anhaga...(etc, etc, etc. I spieda small long-legged spiderabove the staffroom urinal

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Started work on an Orfeo sequence of poems—not that they would fit into the current book, not to say that they will even work in their own right—and a short short SF/Fantasy story for next year’s anthology even though I haven’t finished the Low story yet (too painful). But I was busy working on the book and now I just need to leave it in the top drawer for a while and get on with something else.

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I'm writing this on word at school. I never blog directly from work.I've been told that I have a 90% chance of being employed next year by the school. This has all to do with them trying to create a position for me rather than any doubts about wanting to hire me. But I'm not so lucky that I'll play this game of roulette. Or, to put it another way, I see myself as having a better chance of

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McCleod GanjI thought that I’d finished the first draft of the book but looking through two new books of poetry I bought at a book launch, I’m convinced of what I already knew: I need at least seven more poems in the book. Not that there’s that much shortage of ‘outtakes’ but I don’t want to include any seconds.I should know tomorrow if my contract is going shifted to permanent at the school. I

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yesterday was 101005.numrology anyone?it felt significant. nostalgia site of the monthsf monthly coversi loved these as a kid—they were massive, A5 size

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Word girl's 500 word story came out in print yesterdat in the new anthology Home: new short short stories. (Hint, it's about the Taj Mahal and you need to search by title).Number 5Top whatever1. A centre-left government on the cards (even if by the skin of our teeth)2. The meglomanic excess of Baxter's Jerusalem Sonnets.3. Singing bowls4. Not having to get up at 6.30 AM during the hols.5. Patti

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Don't forget to ring in the morning.Made Borsch for dinner.Roishan still sick--the antibiotics aren't working so the doctor put him on another prescription.Trying to grade boring literacy tests and not think about writing.

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JerusalemSpent the morning driving up the Wanganui river road to Jerusalem, the poet J.K. Baxter's communal haunt. Cut back our weekend trip early as Roishan has a very bad cough. We want to go back and stay in a camp near the river before tourists flock there after seeing Ward's The River Queen (which has yet to be released but had a troubled shooting). When I get to Jerusalem one of the

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KarakaSchool holidays, so I’m minding Roishan (9) and Tyger (7) full-time as my in-laws have gone on yet another long trip, this time to Gainesville, Florida, where I once lived for four and a half years wasting time completing a Ph.D on a subject I had no real interest in. But that’s another story. (Stupid post-structuralist gobbledegook—why didn’t I focus on what I really know, say American

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I spent my mother in law Sujata's birthday money on fresh prayer flags which I've hung in the garden.With still a little small change left. Bought from Trade Aid--of course.Got to support Trade Aid!Oh, how I love our apple blossom tree.Yes I know the previous post was slack, drifiting, loose, uncoiled.And I've finished A.R. Ammons Worldly Hopes--odd, sharp, small observations. I'm not sure if

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I have to say a few things about work this week as it's the end of the first term. I'm extremely happy with the very diverse teaching staff at the school at which I work--nobody there knows as far as I know that I have this blog. Tomorrow I'm driving up to the school for a hangi--and tonight we had a long after school pot-luck dinner at a colleague's house with games and drinks. (Very relaxed--

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Dusk, Wellington (not my photo).

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top whatever 1.Labourite Greens2.‘We Deliver Broader Coverage’ Brittle Lemon CD3.The Crofton Downs Service Station4.Kowhai and blossoms: all flowering trees5.Tuis in said Kowhai6.Cult of FridayOh these pre-election nerves. Ugh. Let's all make the right choice please. As my Grandad used to say in his cap "Think on!" Fingers crossed. All the best.

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Over the weekend we went to a Trade Aid exhibition of carpets made by Tibetan refugees in India and spend a portion of our Singapore savings on a fantastic carpet. Word-Girl calls it a heirloom. I’m looking forward to the exhibition being over and the carpet coming home.In Crime & Punishment, a 100 rouble note flies out of Sonja’s pocket in the middle of a funeral party. Brilliant.Last night we

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Just a quick note about two books. I'm still working my way through Crime & Punishment but as I read to Roishan most evenings I've just finished Roald Dahl's excellent autobiography Boy. I'd now like to read the second volume called Going Solo. I've also just finished Bernadette Hall's book of poems Still Talking. These are very tightly written, almost stern poems, which explore Hall's Irish

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Tuis in yellow kowhaiWe had Tyger's seventh birthday party on Saturday. A lovely sunny day. The tuis have started to eat the kowhai so I guess spring is here. Kavita, word-girl's sister was down from Auckland and she insisted that the tuis were blackbirds which caused Conchis--who had just popped in for tea--and me some amusement. Tyger's pinata was a zeppelin.Yesterday, I tried calling Leo and

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What a bummerKatrina didn't hit IraqWith all those troopsAlready on the ground.But seriouslyNew OrleansGod, I love that city(But I love so many cities--even Singapore!)I've been to the Big Easy three timesWhen I lived in GainesvilleWe'd drive up the panhandleThrough Mobile, AlabamaOnce I drove through a tropical storm& now it's wastedBut looting?Who was looting after the tsunami?I mean you got to

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Today I thought about MatthewMy old school friendI wonder what happened to himWhat he's up to. After the library, we went to Deluxe for coffee.I read how the major of Budapestonly wants women with perfect legsto wear mini-skirts& for men employed by the city to wear blazers in summer. Never underestimate the foolishness of mayors.And the Ministry of Education has screwed up my pay.I'm been

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I wake up early, a little too early:5.00 AM.I took out The Fall's Bend Sinister: Domesday Pay-Off and Cannonball Adderley's Somethin' Else.So getting ready for work I'm warmed by the cheery unwholesomeness of The Fall's cover of Mr Pharmacist:Mr PharmacistCan you help me out today?In your usual lovely wayOh Mr Pharmacist I insistThat you give me some of that vitamin CMr Pharmacist...And last

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Fellow blogger, writer and musician David Edwards is selling his new book of stories and his music and spoken word CDs over at Schrodinger's Cat.Go on. Make his day. I've ordered mine.In Desperate Housewives I noticed that there was no appearance by Mike the uncover cop.In this episode, one of the housewives pops the twins' Ritalin to keep going. I remember Mark Amerika telling me in Singapore

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The central library keeps telling us that we haven't returned books when we have returned them.I go and find the books on the shelves and get them to wipe the replacement costs.I listen to The Fall's Bend Sinister. Very odd lyrics.Here's the opening 'verse' from the 'song' R.O.D.R.O.D. It's approaching600 pounds gas and fleshRobes in tattersIt's approachingLips and tongue abhorrentFlickering

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Well, my junior school classes are going well--especially my poetry classes. Thanks god that I like hip-hop and that poetry is still out there interesting kids.The great news today is that the NZ Listener is going to publish one of my poems. I've wanted to be published by them since I was 16. So, there's hope, and despite a lean year on the publication front the decision to concentrate on poetry

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I've just finished Tom Weston's Naming the Mind Like Trees. This is a superb collection of poems each one accompanied by a painting by Joanne Braithwaithe. There's wonderful orchestration in the poems as Weston takes us on a bizarre set of journeys through unfamiliar, dream-like landscapes. Hugh Robers has written a niffty review of the book--along with reviews of the latest Manhire and Cochrane

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The production was very minimalist: few props, simple, contemporary costumes, lots of slapstick and song. The nonsensical, complicated plot is made more difficult to follow by having actors play two parts. The best part of the play is the bad production of Pyramus and Thisbe in the play; a great Shakespearean paradox—especially given that good art and good works of the imagination should wash

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Anika MoaYesterday I bought Anika Moa’s new CD Broken Hill and a small personal grooming gizmo for trimming nostril and ear hair.Anika’s new CD on first playing is leaps ahead of her disappointing Thinking Room CD. I was looking forward to the new CD after hearing her playing at a Matariki celebration over at Te Papa.This afternoon I’m off to see Circa’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream at

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In Desperate Housewives Teri Hatcher hides naked in a bush outside her house. The whole show reminds me of Sex & the City with a dash of The Lovely Bones. Like Sex & the City the shows features a voice-over narrator only this time the narrator is dead, mysterious, a little of an unknown quantity. Today is our wedding anniversary. I buy a secret gift. We aren't really meant to exchange gifts.

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New month; new start.I bundle the demons and shades into the back bedroom cupboard before leaving for school.“Just shut up and stop wearing my clothes!”And I think Oh, “Desperate Housewives” is on tonight.Meanwhile my poems aren’t accepted for another anthology.Fiddle dee.

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We recently bought a used Mitsubishi with a CD player.The car runs just fine.Now I can play all Brittle Lemon’s compilations.Have you ever heard St. Etienne cover The Fall?It’s winter. It’s raining.I had to travel a long way by bus and train.I start to read Crime & Punishment.I resort to mnemonics to remember the cat’s foodChef is shit; Whiskas is wonderfulotherwise he wont eat his meat.

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Like Arcite, Arcite's Day is going through some changes. For the first time since starting this blog in Singapore I am no longer between careers. I finally feel that I'm able to start putting down some new roots. Yesterday I could feel the weight of unemployment falling from me. I'm at a juncture and it feels pretty good. I think I might actually be on the brink of being happy but I'm sure I'll

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Small, incremental variations and intensities.Binary life: "just the two of us."Then down to Oriental Bay with the lads for coffee and ice cream.Lovely day, noon, right in the very centre of town. You can see why I like it here.

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On the stereoOh, Inverted World. The Shins (x2)Hoi polloi. Vol 1. (Brittle Lemon comp) (X2)Hoi polloi. Vol 2. (Brittle Lemon comp) (X2)The Eight. Cecil Taylor (a crazied, rowdy, delightful cacophony)Mendolsen. Piano Works Vol.4Tuwhare. VariousLoads. Happy Monday.Tales from Turnpike House (x3). St. Etienne. One of Roishan’s fave bands.Speaking in Tongues. Talking HeadsDead Fish Beach.

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I have now lost or misplaced the book--and I still had the last eighty or so pages to go! I can't find it anywhere and I looked in the kids' rooms, under the sofa, under the beds, behind book cases and in the piles of library books and magazines around the house. My book has been abducted. Luckily it's not due till the 7th of next month.

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Well, Bob Silverberg’s book seems to be losing steam. I also find his descriptions of women characters slightly irritating. All women are described according to their breasts, length o’ legs, what they would look like nekkid, colour and type of pubes (‘golden’ is a favourite—golden pubes, jeez, I remember them old Playboys back in school during the 70s, golden pubed girls of the 70s where are you

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Today’s artWell, I’m reading Bob Silverberg’s The Alien Years and finding it a totally absorbing and intellectually stimulating SF novel. Highly recommended.We went to the City Gallery Wellington for the free Small World Big Town exhibition. I didn’t pay too much attention to the theme of the collection (yawn) but just looked at the works. My best in show was John Walsh’s fantastic Hine Titama

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Yesterday Rory & I took fake UFO photos. We Google imaged UFO, printed them out at the in-laws as our Canon’s on the fritz, then cut and paste ‘em on windows around the house. Snap, snap. All Rory’s idea.Today we saw Spielberg’s The War of the Worlds. I found it satisfying, scary, Wellsian, nightmarish and Spielberg’s best film. There’s something in the film from my childhood and something

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"I was making my way home late one nightthis summer, when I staggeredinto a snow drift."Paul MuldoonSaddleworth moor“The crow is darkness’s calculation;all absence in that black moment’s ragged span.”Anne MichaelNothing now happens in real time.

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Watching the religious leaders on TV call for unity in the face of growing sectarianism. Great, fine, lovely. Remind me again why we should even accept that organised religion lies on the side of the good, the noble, the desirable, the non-sectarian? I know, it’s a ‘where you are on the globe' sort of question: you wouldn’t be you if you weren’t asking that question and you have to where you are,

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My bike pump broke so I drove to the bike shop and got to say my NZ word o’ the week: “munted.”“Hi ya. I think my pump’s totally munted.”Smile.“Yep, the threads are gone.”If I wanted to buy something flash for the bike I guess I could have said “Pimp my Waka!” which I’ve heard at Teachers’ College. Kere told me when I asked that it has to do with style, yer know, with how you carry yourself

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London, like New York, is a terminus, a global city. So many people are linked to the city and so many different people live there. I watch the TV and think it’s like someone wants to bomb the world. As well as the people who have been killed and horribly injured and their families there’s also the increased tension between Muslim and non-Muslims that this will cause. Or even tensions between

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Yes, well, the Poetry ♣ did go on just a little last night. It was supposed to be 'a wine and cheese' but then turned into a proper meeting where we took care of business and planned for the year ahead. So tiring towards the end but sweetened by Sacred Hill Whitecliffe Sauvignon Blanc 2004 and a selection of good cheeses and apricots. I really must drink more good Sauvignon Blancs--now there's a

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Last night I worked late to work towards finishing all my assignments.I turned in around 11 then work up after 1 am and couldn't sleep.I slept in the back room as our youngest son, Rory, had crawled in with Word-girl.Nothing new there.When I finally got to sleep around 4--after horrible naps--I had a sequence of nightmares.You know, the naked in public sort.In the morning, I found that Word-girl

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I'm mad busy. All my final assignments for Teachers' College are due tomorrow and I've already messed up one of them by not having all my documentation ready. So last night I lay awake and thought of poetry. This morning, I got up and looked over the recent work ('moonshot', 'valency' 'dōgen bogan'). What I like is that I see something in the poems, finally, of my own voice rather than just

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A marvelous feeling, so rarely felt, that you’ve gambled riches against the chance of something better—say countryside, or meaningful work—that after a long period of waiting somehow pays off. That’s how I feel tonight.It was worth the wait.

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Where does the word ‘nerd’ come form?I’ve Finished the long poem ‘Moonshot’: very satisfied with it.I’ve been told by the head of faculty that The Final Academy want to offer me a job teaching English and Soc. Studies & Tourism. Not that I really want to teach the latter subjects but I really like the school (which is about 95% Maori/Polynesian). And we really need the money. And I like the

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I’ve just been off to the PO to send off some more music and I realise now that I forgot to note ‘love my way’ on the track listing.Driving to school yesterday morning, I heard Bolero again on concert FM. Am I alone in finding this piece of music tedious? It’s all about volume. You can make your own Bolero at home, just take a monotonous piece of music with very little progression (Phillip

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Both Wulfraed & Word-girl have entered a short story competition, so let's see. I'm working on a long poem but have stalled for the last week or so as I bashed out a review. I'll get more done this weekend now I have less schoolwork.I wonder if The Final Academy will offer me a job. I gave a young teacher a ride back into town on Wednesday and she told me she was leaving to return to the UK so

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I’ve finished another review after a long day at school. I’m getting very strong teaching evaluations—all great for getting a job although I’ve been working around the clock & through the weekend. It’s a quiet day tomorrow so I’m drinking beer on a school night. Cheers...Roishan keeps using ‘gay’ to mean ‘dumb, stupid’ especially in the (NZ?) expression ‘that’s a really gay idea.’ I told him

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1. Speaking in tongues. Talking heads(x3)2. Out of the moon. Goldenhorse (x3)3. Sketches of spain. Miles Davis. 4. Who can you trust? Morcheeba.5. Dvorák. Symphonie No.76. Bass Player. Rhombus.7. Paradigm Shift. Rhian Sheehan.8. We didn’t start the fire. Wūlfræd Compilation (x2)9. Pin-ups. Bowie10. Something else. Cannonball Adderley11. Paradigm shift. Rhian Sheehan.12. Ultimate collection.

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So why does that slogan appear on the shirt? How do you read that?Well, “out of the strong shall come sweetness” is the slogan of a popular British syrup that appear with the image of a lion on every can of syrup. As a kid, I remember dripping syrup from a spoon back into the tin and making gorgeous thin trails. So I guess the syrup on the shirt refers to the record’s sugary-sweet syrupy

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another meltdown‘what else am i going to get goddam it—i’m mising my show!’ Arrrrrrrrrrrr. He rushes off to smash Tyger’s plastic bottlea fortnight of angry storms.where’s the old sweetness?My lengthy review essay appears in NZ Books. I haven't read it yet--while I'm at school a secretary from a not-for-profit NGO calls home saying "good to hear that you're back!" Word-girl was working from

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the morning’s grey photocopied skythe smell of paper stuck in the copiermy next poetry review’s late and the AGM’s on Thursdayheld again for lack of a quorumon the drive to school I listened to the motorcade

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"Out of the eater came meat, and out of the strong came sweetness." Judges, 14:14the inkiness of it, the grey of the morningthe kinky inkynesssoft as butterflies on meat

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for the spirit of the creatures was within the wheelswhen cooking chilies avoid the seeds and the white middlesthose are just hot and the subtle flavours are on the outsidethis boy in the library café this afternoon wearing a blue (football? school jacket? a light jacket worn by US kids in the 50s) jacket: I’m 4 Jesus! His dad, close cropped short hair, sitting with him, his elder brother and

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Dear ScooterJust wishing you all the best for your operation. All our thoughts are with you. Make sure that you have time to take a break from work rest up – get some good books!For some reason, the saying written on the shirt on Scritti Politt's Wood Beez 12" keeps coming to mind when I think of you: "Out of the strong shall come forth sweetness." Don't let the wood bees get you down.Kia

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Last night we had a family puja for Lakshmi. Word-girl wanted to get the wealth energy flowing. In the grey afternoon we drove to an Indian store and bought sandalwood soap and a small print of the god. We stopped at home and brought the bronze statue of Ganesha, brought all the way from Indian for our wedding present, and went up the hill to my in-laws house (Raju and Sita’s). Sita had made a

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On the stereo1. Back to mine. Tricky (x3)2. Brigitte Encerer/Olec Maisenberg. Rachmaninov. Œuvres pour 2 pianos (x6)3. Out of the moon. Goldenhorse (x2)4. Back to mine. Richard X. (x2)5. Tuwhare. (Various) (x2)6. Rachmaninov Piano Concerto No. 2 Op. 18 & Piano Concerto No. 4 Op. 40 . Vladimir Ashkenazy. (x3)7. Debussy. Piano Works Vol 1. F. Thiollier (x3)8. Chutes too narrow. The shins (x2).9.

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PalantineAt the police station a voice behind mirror glass said 'Your ten o’clock appointment is here.''Just relax, let your fingers go soft, don't press. I'll roll your fingers for you.'A non-sworn employee. On every finger a celtic ring. Glasses, warm smile. I’m on the sixth floor of the police station. It looks like a comfortable corporate workspace, say Telecon House.'You want me to sign that

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Tomorrow, after having my fingerprints taken at the Police Station for the police check, I start five weeks teaching at The Final Academy, a decile 1 school located somewhere in on the greater Kapiti coast. A 'decile' rating is based on the average income of parents: Decile 10 is the highest. There is no decile 0. The majority of students at the Academy are Maori/Pacifika.When people ask me

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I'm a little under the weather today. Many Wellington schools have been hit with a stomach bug and yesterday I came down with one of the strains. I had a long sleep. I was a bit disapppointed that I wasn't able to go to the dress rehearsal of Maui as I'd paid my $10 and was very keen (the regular student price is a wopping $48 or so--so I guess studying Performance Arts does have some perks). I'm

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Light, light everywhere--then night & lamentationWiesel's Night: Horror, lamentation, a pit of burning babies. The total destruction of god. The total destruction of the good. The ground? The ground is where they burn you. But some still give you their bread. Where do we go after that night? We need the ground more than ever before. The sky is silent. Here is the cost of killing the good.

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The Poetry Society AGM is tonight. I've been asked to read a few poems at the open mike session (I never read my poems in public unless explicitly asked to do so). So I thought I'd read the poems that are due to be published but haven't come out yet: 'chance meeting' and 'nanosphere' as well as 'Murray' (for sentimental reasons and because many readers seem to like that poem: I doodled it in

arcitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036714140099292815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993175.post-1116358650118418102005-05-18T08:13:00.000+12:452005-05-18T08:24:52.656+12:45

I enjoyed The Cherry Orchard last night. I knew very little about the play as I've never read Chekov. There's so much activity: characters trouping on and off-stage, silly jokes, silly characters who say one thing and do another, all absurb and strangely familiar. There's a full copy of the Dominion Post review on the Circa site.According to the The NZ Herald professor Snook warned graduating

arcitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06036714140099292815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993175.post-1116274078121893342005-05-17T08:51:00.000+12:452005-05-17T10:55:09.736+12:45

Didn't get the job.Going to The Cherry Orchard tonight.

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Good news.The keys were at college.But I'm afraid all my poems were rejected by PNZ--there were even a few typos in there (as usual)! But he did send some good detailed comments--God, he scribbled all over the poems. Never mind, I'll try again later this year. What a laugh. I'm going over to the School web site and then I'm going to get ready for my job interview. I've handed in my assignments

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lost my keysagainjob interview on mondayabove my earsfinally streaks of grey=on the stereochutes too narrow. the shins (x10)forever delayed. manic street preachersred light syndrome. plutounder the influence. morrisseyrubber soul. the beatlesa decade of hits: 10cc (last live tracks stink)yoshimi verses the pink robots. the flaming lipsafter death hotel. the auteursthe slider. t-rex. (x2)out there

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Cassini finds a new moon.===an arc ○ tan trick mash ine*the sky is empty

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I have a job interview with the liberal co-ed high school on Monday. So fingers crossed. In the meantime I work on numerous assignments--all of which I will probably hand in late--and book an appointment at the Central Police station to have my fingerprints taken.Why?Because to be registered as a teacher in NZ you have to have police checks. As I've spent three or so years out of the last ten in

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