By baruk on November 12, 2010
onehunga reminds me very much of madanriting. a little tacky, a little rough around the edges, and not always ‘nice’; but just as much laughter and singing as any-richer-where else. i missed many opportunities to learn from madanriting when i lived there, nor did i give back as much as i could have. and sometimes, [...]
Posted in mit thla, photos, poems | Tagged auckland, broken window, light, madanriting, onehunga, second chances, shillong |
By baruk on November 5, 2010
rangitoto is a volcanic island just off auckland’s northern coastline, and can be seen from many parts of the city. it erupted about 600 years ago (within memory of the local maori tribes) and has entered their mythology. the ‘horizons’ refer, i guess, to the geographic and cultural positions of rangitoto…always horizons, rarely centre stage. [...]
Posted in mit thla, photos, poems | Tagged auckland, culture, maori, rangitoto |
By baruk on October 29, 2010
the wind does not sway these buildings. they stand strong and brutal like sureness. and in the silence before the lights change i breathe.
Posted in poems | Tagged breathe, wind
By baruk on October 13, 2010
interrupting my weekly-post rhythm for a beautiful piece by sanga: teacher, basketball player and 1/3rd of naked and in love. also (fairly obviously) a poet, and till recently, quite the technophobe. go here for another sample of his work. cheraw is one of the traditional dances of the zo tribes, and characteristically has a one-two [...]
Posted in poems | Tagged cheraw, mizoram, poem, sanga, social critique |
By baruk on September 10, 2010
i will not put flowers at your altar or worship at your feet i will not bow to your high priests or salute your rulers or dance to the tunes your lovers sing i am no patriot. but when your children stand the gnarled, twisted and hungry stand- their shadow bigger than yours, then i [...]
Posted in poems | Tagged patriotism, people, shadow |
By baruk on August 21, 2010
Posted in mit thla, photos, poems | Tagged cicadas, city, sounds
By baruk on August 10, 2010
i can’t be arsed with the poetry of love gimme poems that are spat like red kwai* juice, leaving lips stained and teeth charred reminding not so much of lovers as of friends in love** which is not to say i do not love but that it is none of your business i do. *kwai [...]
Posted in poems | Tagged friends, khasi, kwai, legend, love, poetry |
By baruk on August 3, 2010
spiderman stops and leans against his sister’s pram nodding back solemnly when i wiggle my eyebrows he’s going to save the world, he is. and i wonder if i should tell him the world doesn’t need saving but then realise if there is a spiderman, that probably means it does.
Posted in poems | Tagged save the world, spiderman |
By baruk on July 8, 2010
the sky is cold nibbling at my edgesthe earth is hardchewing at my feet where is the seaall softand warmand final where is the seaall softand warm?
Posted in poems | Tagged sea |
