January 2016

Day 2 of the Hollyford Walk

morning view Pyke River Lodge

this too

the Lodge itself

bluing

Graeme at the memorial plaque for Davy Gunn, erected by his son, Murray

the tale continues… but which horse was Davy on? when it stumbled and trapped him

underneath it in a river he had crossed over a hundred times before

a fellow walker points to the ampersands on the plaque:

a possible Masonic plot?

Lake Alabaster,

named by Captain Alabaster

who sewed the daughters of Chief Tutoko dresses

from canvas. He ran them up, just like that! The girls were

as pleased with them as if they were all got up for a ball.

Of course, the lake already possessed a beautiful and sensible name

as the place local Maori water-tested and balanced felled totara for double-hulled

ocean-going canoes.

London Bridge

the Pyke meets the Hollyford

we are on a jetboat and this is a view from Lake McKerrow, a closed off fjord, where dolphins swim sometimes

in fresh water

Mount Tutoko looks on

there he is

a great and magnanimous chief

see

scree and shingle moving

by water

into water

looking up Lake McKerrow towards Martins Bay

a large green landscape

looking up

on landfall

before or after Jamestown (here)

story of rimu: on either side of the track, one tall and of a more

upreaching, ingathering habit;

the other less tall and fronded downhanging leaves,

outspreading branches. Which is which?

the more upreaching, ingathering, the taller is female,

its cuplike flowers held above the canopy to catch

windborne pollen;

the frondier massier is male, its outspread arms waiting

for the wind to spread pollen over the widest area. But

a link in the reproductive cycle is missing with the decline in the

kakapo population. The large flightless parrots have strong beaks to break

open the pods which will not germinate unless they have passed through the

birds’ guts; while, in turn, the seed is as good as breastmilk is to mammals for the

kakapo chicks, giving them everything they need to grow; and this requirement the adult

kakapo comprehend, gathering upwards of two hundred seeds a day for its young, in whose

droppings the seeds will be distributed and thanks to them successfully germinate. Moreover, the

breeding cycle of both rimu and kakapo are exactly synchronous, seeds and chicks alike appearing

every seven years.

DSC_0080fairies made lunch, not Graeme

DSC_0081that beautifully set table was in there

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into the kamahi, were they?

DSC_0083magical

DSC_0085perilous realm

gobliny

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inlet into Martins Bay

 showing the sandbar, around to the left of which, from this POV, all shipping to Jamestown

was supposed to pass, many captains demurring

because of the number of wrecks

insurers would not cover them for this

DSC_0089kidney fern socalled out of some kind of sympathetic magic jag

DSC_0090a seal sighting, see?

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the colony stank in fact

DSC_0093planking for the stank

DSC_0094local features

DSC_0095DOC airdrop

 new dishwasher for hut

(dry laugh-cough)

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view to the May Hills.

This is the channel serving Jamestown

and all the ships which were to serve a town to rival Dunedin.

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weed

heart

DSC_0100seagrass i

DSC_0101seagrass ii

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seagrass iii

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Martins Bay inlet now, by jetboat

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on the inlet towards the Mays

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it jetted

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it misted and algaed

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it planed

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the water went like this

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kahikatea, no?

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Laura and Andy in the obligatory welcoming clinch at Martins Bay Lodge

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Captain Dion’s mystical amulet, protecting goddess

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the lodge

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the chocolate

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one of those boats going down approaching Jamestown

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out of focus chocolate brownie with plum powder, artfully finger-swiped

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the walking crew

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Graeme doing a routine.

He asked what we appreciated the most.

Laurie answered, You Graeme!

He did a sort of number with the stick and promised to use this prop

when he woke us up at 6.45am so that we could hear him coming.

We did.

on tour

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II

who is saved

has not presumed

they are lucky

 

who is damned

has not despaired

not despaired

 

I shall talk to you

and my words

penetrate

 

the delicate tracery

of your snowflake

heart’s venous

 

system. In this

way, I am an

intimate.

 

This life scales.

A voice is

animate

 

within

the voice, a voice

within and within

 

another, as

crystal ice

extends dominion

 

and despair

settles in general

over the land, winter.

point to point

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I

does it last

the night a deep

a deep fissure

suspended day

like ash

light

 

half

the half tolting

belief-ridden

down the grain

grey

of a

twilit beach-head

 

what measure

round sleep

sleep curled

in sleep’s organs

lungs

brain a

heart like

son

 

how slow

commit

 

the sky-rent

of

severed furling

 

loose falls

dream-like

mouth

fingers

hair

hollow tongue

blood

 

can we then cascade

without

falling

without without

 

commit the question

 

she is an accountant

bare legs in summertime

but no

 

shadow of earth

rips through

all

all everyone all

everything all

gathered together

point to point

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thanks, Stephen, for pointing to Ron Eglash’s work unfolding African fractals

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Ἀκαδήμεια
detraque
luz es tiempo
pique-assiettes
representationalism

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blackstar arrives vinylly

hommangerie

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R.I.P.–a public catafalque, as requested–David Bowie 8 January 1947 – 10 January 2016

hommangerie

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this is the cover image of Diana Fuss’s Dying Modern: a meditation on elegy

perhaps this belongs in her meditation

infemmarie

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“The idea that therapeutic help can come from an app, in general, has been met with some skepticism” e-therapy for social media dependency

 

“social media [is] part of the person” – from herewhere we catch a fleeting glimpse of something glistening flesh-wet below the wire.

– Sebastião Salgado

network critical

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outsider electro-decomposition reviewed in 2015 by Philip Sherburne

HERE

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