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There’s no easy way

Poem of the Week: There is no easy way by Kate Camp

Poet Kate Camp is next Monday’s (22 July) guest in the Writers at Te Papa series of lunch-time talks. The following poem is from her recently released Snow White Coffin which was written during her spell as the 2011 Creative NZ Berlin resident.

There is no easy way

This is the way you will travel through the world
on feet, on arrangements of bones and body parts.

You will be standing on top of your shoes.
You will be walking inside the lining of your coat
and your fingers will poke through the frayed pocket lining.

Around the islands of your back teeth, rich with metals,
will be the liquids that you drink, disappearing down your throat.

There will be air inside you, an egg of it
inside your mouth, and a clam of it.

When you lie in the dark you will be nothing but a clock
spending your limited supply of minutes on minutes.
You will always be inside things, be they rooms, buildings,
or atmospheres, because there is no outside.

And I will tell you something, you will have animals inside you.
Two dark, dark bears, sleeping in a reek of their own urine.
Swans caught with their wings open like fountains.
And there will be raccoons, black eyes full of night time.
They feed on rubbish when they can’t find a home in the woods.

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Vaughan Rapatahana – Two Poems from china as kafka


china as kafka

china as kafka.

hypnagogic
imbroglio
throughout
limbo land.

relentless brume
of shale-shroud cities,
cough-mixed
chronic
with

++++l+ a+ b+ y+ r+ I+ n+ t+ h+ i+ n+ e+

++++++++ ‘law’,
++++++++++++++++++++++++ [all
++++++++++++++++++++++++ show trials/no trials:]
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Vaughan Rapatahana, ‘americano’ From china as kafka

americano

in his mephistophelean slink
toward some visceral glimmer
of ‘democracy’

+++++in this ‘failed state’,

americano
pauses to pat
his shades
I+ n+ t+ o+ p+ l+ a+ c+ e.

he redeems his
brusque suit collars
with a residual slap
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Three Poems from Best NZ Poems Authors

3 poems from Best NZ Poems authors:

Helen Lehndorf:
A skull, a silk, a skulk

It was raining Japanese rain:
straight down and copious.

My Great-Grandmother always said:
Don’t borrow trouble

which is good advice, but she
didn’t say what to do if trouble
borrows you. Damn her for dying. Read more »

learning Revolution by John Elijah

learning Revolution
or
the resurrection
(on forgiveness, memory and forgetting)

dedicated and
in memoriam to
Florence Rita
and
Ronald Leslie Barrow

 

Master of Being
slave to fate

Master of destiny
slave to history

Master of faith
slave to priest

Master of wisdom
slave to truth
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