Words at White Night
A group of poets respond to Auckland's night of art up late.
On White Night, the city of Auckland became a living, breathing gallery. Art was up late, and a group of poets took to the streets to intepret the almost gluttinous sensory immersion. Here are some of their responses.
Flesh & Breath
Annaleese Jochems
you are a body in a game of positions
such vulgarity
feeling in a structured field
economy
each morning we compose ourselves
into non-monsters
no, you must not go back to bed yet
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this knee and then that one
you are such feeling, such limbs
become body become sentiment --
grant me the privilege
of non-existence
let all the world be a bed to me - I
extend my love, my dream
splayed legged and bright.
Entity
Matt Wort
1. Kocum
You’re singing to a siren
who’ll never hear us
2. Missing
The columns of
you shift /
I cannot see your spine
lying.
The Tink in the Basement
Rahera Walter
i’ve come from war
and you offered
me white roses &
a hot cuppa
we smoked
weed and contemplated
the stars, drank them
and burnt
we are blackbirds
it’s not about the falling
it’s not about you
or anything
but the weight of it
the better you
a shadow that dances
in waves and
absorbs
the panorpidae
it’s just us
the flashing
warm acoustics
a serenade for
the broken
hearted
clamp your strings
and sing
on Sunday morning
sing for the
pakitara women
i’ve seen fire & i’ve seen
rain and i’ll see you
again
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