Thursday, 23 May 2013
Finding Your Way To Neverland
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!
The instructions are still there - you'll see that I have cut rather a lot out. It's entertaining stuff.
(a found poem)
instructions on how to get to Neverland Farm (somewhere in South America)
Take the green bus. Try to stay awake
ONLY TAKE THE GREEN BUS.
DO NOT TAKE ANY BUS IN THE NIGHT.
You WILL get lost. Its hard to see in the dark.
In Tumianuma stop and see Gloria
a short woman at the only store with a phone
and blue plastic chairs.
Speaking with her will put you on the right trail.
If after 2 minutes of walking you haven’t reached a dirt road,
turn around and ask again!
This dirt road heads to the BIG ORANGE BRIDGE.
Cross this bridge and head up the path.
You will pass a few houses, a few dry creeks
and remember, always STAY TO THE RIGHT
and DON’T PASS THROUGH ANY METAL GATES!
Just stay straight and you’re golden.
After about 25 minutes from the bridge,
follow the path around the base of the mountain
and to the right. You will get to the wooden gate
…great… go on through and please close the gate behind you.
Walk another short 3 minutes
and you will see a gate with 4 pieces of wood
placed laterally; head on through this gate.
Head up the path
and past the first house you see.
Follow this path and look for the path
to drop to the creek
(marked by a red arrow on a rock).
Head over the wooden bridge
and up the path to the main facilities. Welcome.
If you have at any time in your walk to the farm
ended up at the big river, crossed barbed wire,
bush whacked through brush,
or found yourself marching up a mountain,
just go back to where you started and ask again.
Travellers warning. On the path to the farm,
after the bridge,
lives a sweet little old man and his wife.
This sweet almost 90 year old man
will hug you in welcome.
Or even kiss you. Or grab your ass, tits,
whatever he can get his eight hands on.
He is harmless and nearly blind.
He once, to his great surprise,
grabbed the crotch of a long haired young MAN.
Shake hands with him.
I don’t know why he does that feely thing.
Maybe it would be better
if someone actually smacked him,
but most of us are afraid he will fall down.
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