By baruk on June 7, 2010
we went, at a friend’s suggestion, to a theatre event called Read raw. i know little about theatre, and have gone to half a dozen plays in my life, most of which i enjoyed. Read raw was definitely a ‘different’ experience though, and one that’s really got me thinking. the format is simple enough- a [...]
Posted in uncategorised | Tagged auckland, read raw, resistance, theatre |
By baruk on May 13, 2010
under a tree at midnightwe watch the pedestrian lightschatter madly to themselves it is autumn nowand dawn is farther awaythan it used to be o windif autumn comescan winter be far behind?
Posted in poems | Tagged aotearoa NZ, auckland |
By baruk on April 4, 2010
what then, are the sounds of this city? is it the gentle tap-tap-tap of a million keyboards (writing shakespeare, no doubt) or the deep bass rumble of the chimneys in a thousand asian takeaways? maybe the laughter that stumbles drunkenly out of the cafés to swing, stagger and CRASH! at our (suitably) jandal-ed feet or [...]
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By baruk on February 6, 2010
streetlights crumple against a bright(ish)auckland morning. deep down in the silencemarty’s whales are soundingoftreaties madeoftreaties brokenofthe big(ish)party onat orakei but i’ve turned my back on the seamy face to the hills-this hilllittered with buildingsthat snap at your heelsand leer as you pass… and deep down in the silence,marty’s whales are sounding. [NOTE:links for context- marty, [...]
Posted in poems | Tagged auckland, maori, waitangi day, whales, writing
