Oh hallo Blog. There you are! I missed you while I was absent for five or so minutes.
Manhire to Music at the Auckland Writers and Readers Festival last Friday was excellent. Bill Manhire's poetry is lovely, redolent of place/whimsy in a way I found delicious.
I love this, for example: 'On Originality' Bill Manhire, via New Zealand Electronic Poetry Centre (I can't reproduce without permission, so I won't. But please to follow the link and enjoy for yourselves.)
They closed the piece with Hone Tuwhare's 'Rain'. I can't find a link that doesn't make me feel all suspicious about copyright/attribution, but I walked past that poem every school day for the five years of my undergraduate study, and I think it's eaten it's way into my skin, living in the subcutaneous fat, an unacknowledged part of me. That's also probably a breach of copyright, but then, nominal damages only? It's beautiful.
(oh - the Hone Tuwhare Charitable Trust site is here and features a copy.)
It was lovely to have the poet read aloud, lovely and emotive to hear those words set to music. But I also wanted a copy of each poem in front of me so that I could devour the shape of it, study it further, use more of my senses. Goes without saying I bought the book, hey?