Ian Wedde

from The Little Ache: a German notebook

4 ‘ … dichte und schöne Fenster.’ ‘Well-sealed and nice windows’ are what Frau Merkel the German Chancellor thinks epitomise what’s best about her country its core value the key performance indicator establishing its point of difference from draughtier places …

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Trans-Tasman: Book Reviews and Best New Zealand Poetry 2013

It’s 2014. Time to expand / add to the Trans-Tasman conversation on poetics between Australia and New Zealand. The Best New Zealand Poems 2013 has now been published. Online only. Check it out. Congratulation to Murray Edmond, Anne Kennedy and …

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NZ 6-Seater: A Chapbook Curated by Ian Wedde

Invited by Kent MacCarter to convene a 6-seater of local poets from this neck of the Pacific woods – New Zealand – I faced the usual short list of questions we all try to avoid answering:

1. What do you mean, ‘local’?
2. What do you mean, ‘Pacific’?
3. Can I invite my friends?

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from High Lonesome

1 Here’s a day I’d like to have back: the first weekend we stayed at Flock Hill – Ken and Rob, the gang from the Harbour – in the shepherd’s cottage with Andy and Liz. The dawn of the decade, …

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Conversation with My Uncle

the last time we spoke about it you told me how she had raised the glass high in the air and poured the beer all over his head now don’t try to tell me that wasn’t what you said or …

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experiments (our life together)

here is my experiment with the dark we run to the top of the street and crossing it become aware of the fountain’s lip and mosaics under water pink blue hyaline we step through the foot bath yes the gold …

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Floating Ribs

for Panya Kraitus and Pitisuk Kraitus The bottom ribs On both sides Of the body Are fragile Easily broken They are Floating ribs If struck By a kick with the foot A knee kick down From above A swinging knee …

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Flood Monologue

You never discussed the stream and no doubt the stream didn’t want your discourse (its own merry way) but now that you live by the stream a mosquito has come up the bank and bitten you, and the stream is …

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I Spilled My Story

                                                       a raft plunged …             picadored green people tethered to years wend their way, squawking about an adventure without a conch, conversation you could swim in, also magnify …                                     bubbles … well-warped logicians … ionised passages             a deep-freeze refrigerates escapades and …

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The Lifeguard, part 7

A buzzing in the ears as if bees were swarming in my thoughts or as if my head had become a clearing in the forest filled with the never-too-late serenades of cicadas at summer’s end makes me long for the …

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