the tree on the right is our NZ native deciduous - my favourite autumn tree; I love it for its amber lights
Last night's poetry reading at Circadian Rhythm featured Richard Reeve and Orchid Tierney. I am not as familiar with Orchid's work - from my standpoint of rusty old community-poet, she's a new kid on the block, representing the university and a good example of new poetics. I'll admit, I get a little lost in the new poetics; but I'm old and most probably just dragging my heels in the dust of that particular super-slick silver machine.
Richard has been a favourite poet of mine for a long time now. His poetry speaks to me. I appreciate the single syllable words, the (is it Wallace Stevens meets Ted Hughes?) aesthetic; the muscly, Saxon flavour to his work. The landscape rings out and sparks like an iron implement striking a rock.
When Richard had finished the audience clamoured for more and we were treated to an encore of two cat poems. (Cat poems like no-one has ever heard before).
Part of the evening is Open Mic.and I read (I was brave). I have to get into practice ready for a tour another poet and I are planning later on in the year.
I read a found poem. The back story is that about 2 years ago now, our son's partner Jenny, was travelling through South America. At one point she was thinking of going to an Eco Farm. However, the online instructions on their website were so complicated it kind of put her off going. When she gave me the link to the directions - I was astounded.And the poem was there for the picking!
on how to get to Neverland Farm (somewhere in South America)
the green bus. Try to stay awake
TAKE THE GREEN BUS.
NOT TAKE ANY BUS IN THE NIGHT.
WILL get lost. Its hard to see in the dark.
Tumianuma stop and see Gloria
short woman at the only store with a phone
blue plastic chairs.
with her will put you on the right trail.
after 2 minutes of walking you haven’t reached a dirt road,
around and ask again!
dirt road heads to the BIG ORANGE BRIDGE.
this bridge and head up the path.
will pass a few houses, a few dry creeks
remember, always STAY TO THE RIGHT
DON’T PASS THROUGH ANY METAL GATES!
stay straight and you’re golden.
about 25 minutes from the bridge,
the path around the base of the mountain
to the right. You will get to the wooden gate
go on through and please close the gate behind you.
another short 3 minutes
you will see a gate with 4 pieces of wood
laterally; head on through this gate.
up the path
past the first house you see.
this path and look for the path
drop to the creek
by a red arrow on a rock).
over the wooden bridge
up the path to the main facilities. Welcome.
you have at any time in your walk to the farm
up at the big river, crossed barbed wire,
whacked through brush,
found yourself marching up a mountain,
go back to where you started and ask again.
warning. On the path to the farm,
a sweet little old man and his wife.
sweet almost 90 year old man
hug you in welcome.
even kiss you. Or grab your ass, tits,
he can get his eight hands on.
is harmless and nearly blind.
once, to his great surprise,
the crotch of a long haired young MAN.
hands with him.
don’t know why he does that feely thing.
it would be better
someone actually smacked him,
most of us are afraid he will fall down.