Monthly Archives: September 2014

The Last Goodbye: Blackball Mine Closure 50th Anniversary, 27.9.2014.

The Worker’s Memorial Banner, 2008 centennial ceremony. It was a wet and wild day traveling over to the Coast last Saturday for a very special hello and goodbye: fifty years ago, the historic closure of the famous Blackball mine took … Continue reading

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The Wild, Wet, Wonderful Going West…a festival of words, Sunday (2).

Sunday morning dawned a little finer and we breakfasted then checked out of our misty hideaway. First time I’ve ever stayed in a place with a helipad! Recommended if you have the readies. We were heading in for the day’s … Continue reading

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The Wild, Wet, Wonderful Going West…a festival of words on Friday and Saturday (1).

What a privilege to land in a wet and blustery Auckland on Friday, whisked in a Prius by Arvinder our Sikh cabbie to a rental car company called James Blond somewhere in Glen Eden, then on to the War Memorial … Continue reading

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Waltzing with the Zimmerman: Bob Dylan at 73.

“I’ll see him anywhere, I’ll stand in line..” (Brownsville Girl, 1988). Leaving the Christchurch concert venue last night after spending two more hours in Bob Dylan’s public realm, I fell in with an angry fellow concert goer who felt he’d … Continue reading

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PROTEST POEM: Man on a bus stop (apologies to Bob Dylan).

Man on a bus stop (apologies to Bob Dylan) Man on a bus stop reading Dirty Politics Politician on the road thinking up a new trick Slater’s in his dungeon poisoning the blogosphere I’m on the pavement how in hell … Continue reading

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UN-Collect-ABLE Number One: a series of poems with images.

database if someone becomes a child of concern you will know what to do if someone becomes a cancerous cell excise them if someone becomes someone it is uneccessary if someone becomes no-one then move the microchip the taser gun … Continue reading

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Body by Pule 6: John visits Christine and leaves his symbol.

This was a special weekend: John Pule was in town for a poetry session with Hinemoana Baker at the WORD Christchurch Writers and Readers Festival, with me in the chair. It was a great session and the icing on the … Continue reading

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