cold discipline for solo travellers
From the category archives:
A new poem at Bat, Bean Beam.
I would hope
that she would talk of me,
however sad she was,
incessantly
making up
new stories for the tree,
however bare the branches.
Constantly,
the shadow of our mothers
and others, yet to be,
still drives our cells’ division,
silently.
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Continuing my project of back-filling, here are the two most recent. Thank you as ever to Doctor Tiso for forebearing in the face of a three-month delay!
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Late pregnancy and early motherhood have eroded my poetic commitments these last three months. I am remedying that, slowly, by taking up my duties again at both ends of the archive.
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In which I fight the spirit-deadening vagaries and vicissitudes of restructuring with Poetry!
Poetry! is of course the humanities graduate’s equivalent to Science!
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Can’t see a thing in the sky
24 October, 2010
in at home,commentatrix,in Aotearoa,O internet,poems,we are family
Amid the fizz of Twitter and the flurry of Facebook, in the forest of my RSS feeds and the walled gardens of electronic correspondence, I have been travelling alongside the issues of the day, from tikanga and feminisms of difference, to the disavowal of unions in favour of notions cultural and commercial. Though I roll out the lectorial barrel in my new class and interrupt meetings to leap into doorways and under tables as aftershocks roll,
I only have eyes for her.
Behind this, all else intermingles in my thinking: an associatively-linked soup.
We held a naming ceremony for her yesterday, secularly, to draw a discreet veil over the spiritual poles and attendant windows into people’s souls that inhere in our family’s traditions and from which we politely resile. I would have for her the tools of the Enlightenment but not in a manner that would make them a hammer with which to hit others; I would have her an ally with the tradition that upholds the corporeal life of women without the attending shame at its failure to be virtue on a stick or brain in a jar.
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