Poetry Ngaio

Two free community events will offer a unique opportunity to write, hear and share poems at Cummings Park Library (Ngaio, Wellington) this month.

The first, which runs from Monday 14 to Monday 28 August, focuses on writing and sharing poems. A selection of photographs taken around Ngaio and Crofton Downs will be on view at the library as a ‘starter’ for people to respond to or launch from. Participants can then share the poems they write by adding them to the display. Everyone is welcome to take part, and people can take whatever approach they want. They can write about the here and now, or let their response lead them into other kinds of writing – serious, funny, speculative, whatever they feel drawn to.

The second event is a Phantom Billstickers National Poetry Day reading featuring some of the terrific writers with connections to Ngaio and Crofton Downs, at 7.30-9.30pm, Friday 25 August. The evening will include readings by poets Carmen Downes, Janis Freegard, John Howell, Kate Spencer and Kerry Popplewell, as well as a selection of poems by other writers with connections to the area, and an opportunity to read in open mic.

National Poetry Day is celebrating its 20th anniversary in 2017, with more than 100 events taking place across New Zealand. For information on Poetry Ngaio, visit their website.
 

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They could even be better

A break from the state of permanent turmoil that traps us in now, now, now…

From the second of Hilary Mantel’s recent Reith lectures: in the Q&A, audience member Sasha Simic asks, ‘Isn’t the power of history, and the reason that history is contested, because the story is that things were different before and can be different again?’

Mantel: ‘I think you’ve nailed it. History, the study of history, is a revolutionary study. If things were not always as they are now, they could be different in the future. They could even be better.’

Believe me…

Believe me

I know words, I have the best words
secure in a bank vault, proof
against Terror, Depression and Doubt.

The second-best words are offshore
and are tortured daily to keep
the best words safe.

The third-best words are security men
in dark glasses. They are not concerned
with the best order, but rally instinctively
around my least suggestion.

Other words pile up like petty cash, dulled
by use, and practically worthless.
I spend what I can. Loose change
likes to be in circulation.

Foge

Last year, in a PBS item marking his 96th birthday, Lawrence Ferlinghetti noted that San Francisco had changed from ‘a wide-open city’ where you could arrive without heaps of cash and ‘just start anything you wanted’, to one which is pricing out those who are not well off, dominated by an influx of IT-types ‘with bags full of cash and no manners’.

Some commenters reportedly took issue with Ferlinghetti, one noting ‘Fogeys gonna foge’. (It seems the views of older people are automatically fogey, irrespective of speaker or view – unless they are in agreement with you, in which case they really ought to make themselves invisible and let you hold the floor.) Long may Ferlinghetti foge on.

Meanwhile displaced younger bohemians are shifting from San Francisco to LA, displacing communities of people on lower incomes in their turn. Trickle-down economics in action…

Restoration

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When Paula Green started our Going West conversation on ‘The Poetry of Place’, she asked Leilani Tamu and me whether we had a favourite place, somewhere that restored us. Leilani spoke about the sea that links the islands of the Pacific, and how she keeps a connection with that, and I mentioned a bush walk by a stream in Wellington and an archive I like to work in.

I thought afterwards that the places I’d referred to offer different kinds of ‘restoration’: one an environment that allows for a soft focus, a space for the mind to relax and wander, and the other an environment of concentration.

It also occurred to me that both of these can be had in a good bookshop. Unity Books in Wellington does this; so do the others I’ve encountered that offer a good selection of poetry, lots to browse through and dive into. Foyles in Charing Cross had the added enjoyment of this view from its gallery space up near the cafe: neighbouring buildings trimmed (or rather untrimmed) with flax and cabbage trees. The odd placement of these plants (natives of New Zealand, growing out of the tops of London buildings) seemed very New Zealand in more ways than one.

I thoroughly enjoyed Going West. It was great too to be in conversation with Leilani, having heard her at the Truth or Beauty conference in Wellington last year (her book, The Art of Excavation, is terrific), and with Paula, whose work I have known and enjoyed for some time and who also provides another kind of forum for discovering New Zealand poetry – her excellent blog, NZ Poetry Shelf.

Celebration

Congratulations to Janis Freegard on the publication this week of her new collection of poems, The Glass Rooster (AUP), and her novel The Year of Falling (Makaro Press) – very much looking forward to reading both of these.

I’m also looking forward to Mary Cresswell’s new collection of ghazals and glosas, Fish Stories, due out from Canterbury University Press in a few weeks. (For three of her recent ghazals, click here.)

And in further good news, a ‘blue plaque’ honouring Dorothy Richardson has gone up in London, one hundred years after the publication of Pointed Roofs, the first of her Pilgrimage novels. Richardson was notable not only as a pioneer of ‘stream of consciousness’, but for her beautiful and acute writing about place, relationships, work, from a woman’s perspective. The novels defy summary as poems do and are not quite like anything else I’ve encountered. The plaque is in Woburn Walk, near St Pancras (an area in which Richardson lived and which also features in her work).
 
 
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Coloured with light

Mark Rothko’s Harvard murals – damaged by light – are now being restored with light.

Rothko was commissioned to paint the murals for Harvard University in 1960. Installed in a room where they were exposed to sunlight, they faded patchily. There was no immediate remedy for the damage – Rothko was no longer alive, it was impossible to replicate his paint, and any retouching would have obscured his brushwork – so the murals were taken down in 1979 and placed in storage.

Recently, however, an alternative approach has been taken to ‘restoring’ them. In an exhibition at Harvard Art Museums, templates have been painstakingly developed for projecting coloured light on to each mural – just enough, precisely where it’s needed, to recreate the original colouration. (To determine what that was, conservators studied another painting Rothko had made for possible inclusion in the Harvard group, along with photographs taken of the murals soon after they were completed.)

Going in to the exhibition, this restoration seemed ingenious and a bit disconcerting. How would the technology affect the experience of the murals? To what extent are they still paintings, as opposed to hybrid works? In the room, standing in front of them, you see the paintings; they work on you as Rothko’s do. Then you realise how much adjustment there is when someone positions themselves near one of the works, interrupting the projection, and you see how the colour plays over them, in some parts intense, in others nothing at all…

The museum have tried to approximate the space in which the murals were originally hung, to retain a sense of scale and context; they have also endeavoured to reproduce the colour of the original room’s walls, an unexpected mustard-ish yellow. Ante-rooms display archival materials such as Rothko’s notebook-size preliminary paintings and a model of the room which he used to test out ideas, along with three full-size paintings and background information on the project – fascinating for a glimpse into Rothko’s process, as well as into what was involved in developing the exhibition.

And because this restoration is immediately reversible, you can also see the paintings just as they are now, when the projections are turned off for an hour at 4pm each day.