Yes, govern in prose. But maybe we could do a little bit of that campaigning in poetry first?
Hmmm – well I guess there is the Acheson Street shops a coupla blocks away from me in Shirley – basically a rollerdoor display area, in a state house area – most of which never roll up – there’s even a gone-out-of-business ‘Dress for Even Less’, which says a lot!
I know it is nearly 40 years ago, but I remember the Acheson Ave shops with fondness. Our weekly ( or fortnightly) shopping was done at "Mr Anderson's"- probably a 4 square or similar. Any number of the 7 kids would walk there with our mother, do the shopping there, ( or muck about at McFarlane park) go down to the butchers along the road (sawdust on the floor, free saveloy) and wander home. Mr Anderson would pull up in his white station wagon (from memory) at our place around 530 or 6 to deliver the groceries to us. Great service, but also some sense of community that has diminished- and which I think the whole housing as investment ( instead of a home) is reflective of too. (Shoe-horning the actual topic in at the end there ;-)
This is brilliant opening sentence, and fantastic first para. Love it!
(the food- not so much. I am vegetarian :-) but enjoyed the article anyway.
Ground meat reminds me of arguments.
When I was a kid, the adult arguments I remember were often followed by bolognaise. I’m pretty sure my child brain twisted the memories a bit. There were likely arguments when mince wasn’t served, and we probably ate a fair bit of it without fights. But one of my strongest memories is of awkward dinners where conversation was a forced kind of “don’t let on to the kids” friendly. To this day I don’t cook with mince.
So she may have thought about this matter after her manager made the entry, I guess. Good on her.
Who knows, but either way, it’s got her a hell of a lot more press than just winning the award.
i reckon that’s a touch cynical (forgive me if I am missing your point)- although to be fair, thought last night that it will be great promo for her. But- we also need to remember the world we are in – a very weird world (sadly not “post-trump” or “post – brexit”) has seemingly legitimised latent racism, which to me strengthened the power of what Aaradhna said last night.
Her acceptance of a nomination in this category may have been well thought out by her – lending itself to an opportunity to express the important views she stated last night.
I was watching with our 17 year old daughter, and for both of us it was a jaw-dropping highlight of the night, and one which both of us have talked about today – and has also been a topic of conversation with her friends as well.
And, maybe it worked on the cynical level. It made me seek out her music on bandcamp Treble Reverb- I only knew the excellent “stand up” (again, via my daughter).
But mostly, it was a wonderfully strong and courageous (and thankfully well supported in the venue) stand against the sometimes lazy and unintentional racism (and other “isms” ) that do occur beyond the experience of many of us. It was a little bit confronting; a little bit uncomfortable; and a little bit awkward. It made us think and reflect and talk- just like art should do.
Also, I’m not saying this is something you should do, but apparently people are donating to Rainbow Youth in Brian Tamaki’s name, using the publicly-available email@example.com email address. That’s a thing that’s happening. Just saying.
Not that I'm saying that I have just done this, but it is a very cool idea. And have signed the petition too, but this felt just a wee bit more satisfying. Just saying.
Emma- thank you so much for this post. i am in the midst of shit work, and and the soon to be demise of an old friend (minimal contact in recent years but close link with the important parts of whanau and with emotional history), and this truly made me laugh. So much so that I nearly had to leave the comforting surr0undings of Selwyn Graves - Hairdresser and Tobacconist (rest assured my friend never smoked. I say this only to absolve Selwyn of blame, not to make judgement on smokers.) Truly, in what is a fragile state, I started to shake with laughter- and did have to stop reading until post haircut. (4 on the top, 2 on the sides. always brave to hair reduce on a cold Dunedin day)
Anyway . . . a good swear is a reviving thing, I reckon. To my own shame, but continued amusement, I shouted at our daughter " you fucking shit- sneezer" when she did a "nothing but net " shot in the back yard to beat me in a sadly competitive one on one- when she was 15. It was the last point scored, as neither of us could hold a basketball credibly while rolling about laughing.
Still a family favorite- as is the more tame, and more frequently vocalised "snot-gobbler".
To my mind, both work well, and have the added bonus of being open to added expletives to enhance impact.
With a major hat tip to Andrew Long on Twitter, Post-Punk.com just posted the video for Tomorrow Came Today by The Cakekitchen.
this sent me on a wee Cake Kitchen on youtube last night- a pleasant way to spend an evening.
I also recently bought the recently released Winter of Discontent series of 4 EP's. As always, great stuff from Mr Jefferies.
Dunedin weather always gives a sense of place- climate can become do much a part of who we are. Two photos here showing how it can be in Otepoti within minutes. The first I had sent to my brother in the uk (and then deleted to save space, hence now a screenshot). His response was looked like a beautiful day. The second was ten minutes later