Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Sunday, 27 June 2010
If you could live in any country EXCEPT the one you live in now which would you choose and why?
Chocolate or chips – if one was to be banned which would you pick?
If you won a million on the lottery what would be the first thing you would buy?
What catches your eye first in a member of the opposite sex?
A sense of kinship (affinity).
Trapped on a desert island you can only have one book to read, which would you pick?
'Anne of Green Gables' by L.M. Montgomery.
You get out of a store and realise you have something in your hand you didn’t pay for. You got away with it. Do you return it? Or keep quiet and keep it?
What always cheers you up?
You have a whole day to yourself, but no money or internet. What would you do and would it be heaven or hell?
Where will you go when you die?
with the following questions:
What is your favourite colour?
What is your favourite tree?
Who is your favourite famous person?
Who is your favourite singer?
When is your favourite time of the year?
When is your preferred time to go to bed / wake up (are you a lark or an owl?)
Why are you content / discontent?
Why are you living where you are right now?
Where would you like to be in 7 years time?
Where is your favourite place on earth?
(Thank you Tattooed Mummy for tagging me).
Friday, 25 June 2010
When I went to leave my mother's place on Thursday this week, I couldn't find it in my heart to leave this fellow behind ...
In early 1974 when I was twenty I hand-sewed Gonk for my sister's eleventh birthday. He was made out of crimpline, a popular (stifling) material in the 60's and 70's. A very badly-stitched effort, but with personality. My sister loved him.
(From Wikipedia). 'Perhaps the most famous gonk in the UK (and NZ) was Humpty from the children's TV series Play School. Gonks were also immortalized in the early 1980s in the TV comedy show The Young Ones, where Neil gets worried about his exam performance:
"I sat in the big hall and put my packet of Polos on the desk. And my spare pencil and my support gonk. And my chewing gum and my extra pen. And my extra Polos and my lucky gonk. And my pencil sharpener shaped like a cream cracker. And three more gonks with a packet of Polos each. And lead for my retractable pencil. And my retractable pencil. And spare lead for my retractable pencil. And chewing gum and pencils and pens and more gonks, and the guy said "Stop writing, please."
Gonk moved from Dunedin to Gore, then in 1976 from Gore to Palmerston North. After thirty-four years he is on the move again, unceremoniously squashed into a suitcase to travel with me back to Dunedin.
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
‘hit the road, Jack’
“Our mother’s a witch
with a hooked nose
and she’s going to eat you up,”
my sister tells the postmaster’s son
after he’s overstayed
No second warning’s needed.
Long after he’s turned
McAllister’s corner, we still hear
the clatter of his trike’s metal tray
leaving us the gravel road
with its centre line of mayweed
and silky potholes,
once again, quiet, empty
and so much ours that if we wanted to
we could lie down
in the middle of it
and sometimes did.
Kay McKenzie Cooke
This is a poem from my next collection titled 'born to a red-headed woman'. Each poem has as its title the name of a song that is relevant to the time in which the poem is set - which in the case of this poem, is the early 1960's. The song, 'Hit The Road Jack' was a hit for Ray Charles in 1961 when I was eight years old and in Standard One.
On my recent trip back to Orepuki, I stood at what we knew as McAllister's corner and took a photo that shows the view down towards the ocean and town, thus standing once again on 'our road' almost fifty years on from the time the poem describes.
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Saturday, 19 June 2010
Sunday, 13 June 2010
Sunday, 6 June 2010
A recent trip to my birth-place in Southland has resulted in thoughts about place. This poem is from my first book, 'Feeding the Dogs,' and was written after another such pilgrimage 'back home' about ten years ago.
Thursday, 3 June 2010
The Princess Mountains, western backdrop to the South Island's south coast and Te Waewae Bay.
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