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indivisible, as if there is no passage between
the child that squatted here throwing

skeleton leaves into the eddy
and me standing braced against the black rock, staring into
the water and loving the water as if it is the water that I am like and not the stones,
those small stones shoved over one over one
another and stroked into sand in the end.

This is what I am working on:

A vague and silent music stops. And it’s clear you’ve had your heart bro- -ken like a record

infinity, axiom of an axiom in set theory which lays down a condition that ensures that the domain of the theory contains a set with infinitely many members. 

– Thomas Mautner, Penguin Dictionary of Philosophy (London: Penguin, 2005)

What I am working on

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In this thirsting night
(nothing)
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My bed is a boat, the cat
a smooth black anchor
stone. Adrift under
malevolent stars.

“To the extent that the body is a wound, the sign is also nothing but a wound. Are we still capable, are we already capable of confronting the wound of the sign, this flaying where sense gets lost? Sense is lost in this pure sense that is also the wound. The wound closes the body. It multiplies its sense, and sense gets lost in it.”

Jean Luc Nancy,  (1994)
‘Corpus’ trans Claudette Sartiliot in Thinking Bodies ed. MacCannell & Zakarin. Stanford: Stanford UP.

I seldom dream of him but when I do we are always dancing,

it is always a waltz, the old-fashioned kind

it is always light, filtered sunlight

and gardenias, and blond wooden floors.

(There is always a part of this that is for you).

February, 2016

Poetry NZ Yearbook 2

The full text of Poetry NZ Yearbook 2 is now available online as a free PDF. The feature poet is Robert Sullivan, and the issue is packed full of too many poets – both established and new – for me to name here, along with  essays by John Geraets, Janet Newman and Alistair Paterson, and a number of reviews. As the editor, Jack Ross, comments, this “is a gift to poetry-lovers everywhere”.

What I am reading: The Best American Poetry 2015, ed. Sherman Alexie
Look for me in: Perspectives in Biology and Medicine Vol 58 No 1, ed. Annemarie Jutel. You can view a PDF of my piece here.

Farewell David Lyndon Brown

This summer,  the world lost David Lyndon Brown, a talented poet, writer, artist, teacher, and gorgeous man. The Spinoff has published Olwyn Stewart’s great essay on David and his writing, The champion figure skater who wrote wonderful stories – Farewell to David Lyndon Brown.

‘Not only were his paintings and stories anchored in a deep appreciation of art, truth and beauty, they were also the values that informed the choice of artefacts with which he surrounded himself, which in turn left their spoor in the art he produced and the stories that he told – as the old saying goes, “you build your house and your house builds you.”’ – Olwyn Stewart, 2016

What I am working on – ‘Adventures in the Country of Death’ sequence:

Adventures in the country of death

(I use a lot of grayscale in these works)

Some of these have appeared in various issues of Brief[Read The Death of Porthos here].

What I am working on:

Alone in that city I felt its
beauty like a bruise

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