Gladly going to the beach the past 8 weekends has restored my spirit to homely memories and created new healthy cycles with the one I love.

The sweet cold is now in the air and I am wearing pants to bed. It’s 8° in the mornings now.

Building routines is a matter of adjustment and is somewhat uncomfortable. Spouts of mania and depression characterise first, trying to build atop of that is definitely tricky. Small moments of glee or peace are the shimmers of life.

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Pao Houa Her at Midway Contemporary Art — Contemporary Art Daily

Artist: Pao Houa Her Venue: Midway Contemporary Art, Minneapolis Exhibition Title: My grandfather turned into a tiger Date: February 10 – April 7, 2018 Click here to view slideshow Full gallery of images, press release and link available after the jump. Images: Images courtesy of Midway Contemporary Art, Minneapolis Press Release: Pao Houa Her’s exhibition at Midway, My grandfather turned…

via Pao Houa Her at Midway Contemporary Art — Contemporary Art Daily

Maori kapa haka

Kapa haka group performing in front of Treaty House, Waitangi, 1960. Photographer Brian Brake
Kapa haka group performing in front of Treaty House, Waitangi. Brian Brake 1960
Maori Haka at the Christchurch Exhibition. 1906 Photographer Leslie Hinge
Maori Haka at the Christchurch Exhibition. Photographer Leslie Hinge 1906
Soldiers of the 28th Maori Battalion performing a haka. Photographer unknown. 1939-1946
Soldiers of the 28th Maori Battalion performing a haka. Unknown photographer, between 1939 – 1946
te arohanui maori concerst 1963 (2)
Screencap from Te Arohanui Maori concert 1963 youtube video
te arohanui maori concerst 1963
Screencap from Te Arohanui Maori concert 1963 youtube video
te arohanui maori concerst 1963 (3)
Screencap from Te Arohanui Maori concert 1963 youtube video
te arohanui maori concerst 1963 (4)
Screencap from Te Arohanui Maori concert 1963 youtube video
te arohanui maori concerst 1963 (5)
Screencap from Te Arohanui Maori concert 1963 youtube video
From the series Ratana Pa. Photographer John Miller 1976
From the series Ratana Pa. Photograph by John Miller 1976

 

image source: tepapa collections

River poem

River

Who has bared witness to your survival
Conduits of the colonisers
Ever seeking blood of bloods

Woiworung
Boonwurrung
Guildjan
Wathaurong
Kurnai
Taungurong

living connecting communicating
through your archaic will
of energy to sustain
Virtuous woman knows not of herself
giving unto others the knowledge of
death.
Sparkling eyes the silver clouds long for.
I am riding, observing your gracious flesh
pulled from its resting place to fulfil the
needs of endless population crisis.
Dumbasses flashing neon orange in the sunlight.
Who am I to judge when the problems lie so
deeply consumed by the nature of the dominant
animal.
Changing you like an unwanted, mad surgeon
like some doctor to pursue the
science fiction of female genitalia.

You are so mutable, love of loves to me
teacher of all
May I call you Papatuanuku?
Are you her?
Can I ride you on this experiment of self?

Make me hear everyone speak poetically
so I can smoke 24/7
Am I poisoning myself like they ripped holes in you?
Will we find the passage guarded by someone else?
Can we even blame them darling?
Is it the inorganic plan?

Sorry for lusting
can we be the same?
Is that why the wind will change my face?
Force these changes so I become wiser
As wise as you?
Can I stop everything,
or is it part of this organised chaos?

Unquenched disorder in a world of mirage
Did I really see a cow being fucked from behind
or was it just a big cow?

So many questions, how uncharismatic…

Everyone loves you, but no one knows
Manufacturers of mystic symbols love their creations
Not as much as I love you
after 3 wines and 20 cigarettes
I am as much of a void
But I learn in hindsight darling.
As deep as a trench I’ll find myself and you
staring down at me licking at your thighs.
Let me learn to love myself with your body.

Nothing is as good as a guess
Life is an elusive substance
Can I use my foolish youth as some kind of
crown?
Crowned calamity of desire for bricks rendered pure
obtaining your depths for new yuppies validating old industry
on their morning runs together.
Let’s spit on them.
Can I see life drip from your mouth first Papa?
It would give me such heavenly feelings
bearer of gods and demigods. Ancestors born again in me.
Incest is not incest if we’re so devoid
Meeting you is not as meeting a lost cousin.