Showing posts with label Stokes Point. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stokes Point. Show all posts

Saturday, December 07, 2024

Jack Ross: Poems


Blue of sea and sky and distance, and white vaporous cloud. Light in Auckland dominates, penetrates, suffuses, as nowhere else in New Zealand; it envelops earth and trees, buildings, people, in a liquid air which at any moment might dissolve them into itself. Land and its solids are there only a condition, changing all the time, of water, air, light.
- Charles Brasch. Indirections: A Memoir 1909-1947 (Wellington: Oxford University Press, 1980): 180.

The other day I took a drive out to Stokes Point in Northcote, a little reserve nestled under the pylons of the Auckland Harbour Bridge. It's a strange place: half building site, half architecturally designed park. It does, however, offer a marvellous view of the city.

A few years ago I was asked to assist with finding suitable texts to inscribe on the concrete pillars which hold up the underpinnings of the bridge. It was a somewhat vexed project (which you can read about here), but in the end most of the choices I offered - texts by prominent North Shore authors - did indeed end up getting plastered onto the stonework in question.

So if you want to encounter the "blue of sea and sky and distance" Charles Brasch described as characteristic of Auckland in the 1930s, Stokes Point is a good place to start. And there's the added bonus, too, of being able to see how it once looked through the eyes of expatriate British artist John Barr Clark Hoyte (1835-1913):



I feel a certain fondness for Hoyte's paintings. They're intensely idealised portraits of a land I think we'd all like to inhabit - a kind of lost paradise of gentle breezes and azure skies.

He apparently spent much of the 16 years he lived in New Zealand travelling "assiduously in search of new scenes to exploit" - whether it be Fiordland, the Volcanic Plateau, or picturesque views of the Pink and White Terraces. However, despite the dramatic character of most of these places:
it appears that his preference was for a more gentle, picturesque mode of landscape art rather than the heightened tensions of the sublime. The Otago Guardian in 1876 described 'the aspect of repose which usually characterises Mr Hoyte's illustrations of native landscapes'.
That's it exactly: "the aspect of repose." What I like best about his views of Auckland harbour, in particular, is the way it becomes, for him (and thus for us as viewers), a place of light and beauty, with nature and man in perfect harmony.

It wasn't, of course. Te Kooti Arikirangi Te Tūruki was still waging guerilla war down on the East Coast. Auckland had just been supplanted as capital of New Zealand by a cabal of Australian commissioners. The economy was perilously up and down, and the relations between settlers and tangata whenua shaky at best.

Hoyte looks at all these things from afar. His fascination with light allows them to disappear for him. But that's what gives his work - for me, at least - its sense of historical irony.

Life was never like that in Auckland; but sometimes, when we kids sailed round the bays of the upper harbour in my father's little trailer-sailer, that sense of unattainable perfection seemed perilously close.


J.B.C. Hoyte: Auckland Harbour from Mt Eden (1873)


I suppose that's why I chose these paintings by John Hoyte as the backdrop for my new website: a collection of most of my published poems to date.

There's much to be said for trying to break new ground. I imagine we all like to think ourselves as fresh and original in our writing and thinking. Sometimes, though - perhaps most of the time? - "the way up is the way down, the way forward is the way back" (T. S. Eliot, The Dry Salvages). This site, then:

contains the texts of all of the full-length poetry collections I've published over the years. As well as that, I've reprinted most of the poetry chapbooks which came out over the same period. And on top of that, there's a grab-bag category of my published but uncollected poems, which I've grouped chronologically or under categories (poems included in Novels or Stories, for instance).

Before listing them in order, with their separate links, however, I thought I'd better say some more about the structure of the site itself.




The first thing you see, if you click on this link, will be the warning above.

This is because some of my poems contain swear words and bad language of various kinds, and I've noticed in the past that this tends to get flagged by roving web editors, who red flag and - in some cases - actually take down any pages which offend in this way.

I've therefore decided to mark this site - along with those devoted to my three novels, Nights with Giordano Bruno (2000), The Imaginary Museum of Atlantis (2006), and E M O (2008) - as containing "Adult content".

This means that the "sensitive content" warning above is shown automatically to all potential readers, who will then have to log in with a Google ID to verify their age and adult status.

No doubt this will have the effect of reducing the number of clicks on each of these websites, but it also means that you have to be quite motivated to reach them - not in itself a bad thing. Bona fide readers are always very welcome, though.

Here, then, is a breakdown of the contents of my new poetry website:



    Poetry Books

    Jack Ross: City of Strange Brunettes (1998)


  1. City of Strange Brunettes. ISBN 0-473-05446-9. Auckland: Pohutukawa Press, 1998.

  2. Jack Ross: Chantal’s Book (2002)


  3. Chantal’s Book. ISBN 0-473-08744-8. Wellington: HeadworX, 2002.

  4. Jack Ross: To Terezín (2007)


  5. To Terezín. Afterword by Martin Edmond. Social and Cultural Studies, 8. ISSN 1175-7132. Auckland: Massey University, 2007.

  6. Jack Ross & Emma Smith: Celanie (2012)


  7. Celanie: Poems & Drawings after Paul Celan. by Jack Ross & Emma Smith, with an Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-22484-4. Auckland: Pania Press, 2012.


  8. A Clearer View of the Hinterland: Poems & Sequences 1981-2014. ISBN 978-0-473-29640-7. Wellington: HeadworX, 2014.

  9. Jack Ross: The Oceanic Feeling (2021)


  10. The Oceanic Feeling. Drawings by Katharina Jaeger. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN 978-0-473-55801-7. Auckland: Salt & Greyboy Press, 2021.



    Poetry Chapbooks

    Jack Ross: Pound’s Fascist Cantos (1997)


  1. Ezra Pound’s Fascist Cantos (72 & 73) together with Rimbaud’s “Poets at Seven Years Old.” Translated by Jack Ross. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 1997.

  2. Jack Ross & Gabriel White: A Town Like Parataxis (2000)


  3. A Town Like Parataxis. Photographs by Gabriel White. ISBN 0-473-07104-5. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2000.

  4. Jack Ross & Gabriel White: The Perfect Storm (2000)


  5. The Perfect Storm. Video by Gabriel White. ISBN 0-473-07350-1. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2000.

  6. Jack Ross: The Britney Suite (2001)


  7. The Britney Suite. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2001.

  8. Jack Ross: A Bus Called Mr Nice Guy (2005)


  9. A Bus Called Mr Nice Guy. ISBN 0-473-10526-8. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2005.

  10. Jack Ross: Love in Wartime (2006)


  11. Love in Wartime. Wellington: Pania Press, 2006.

  12. Jack Ross: Papyri (2007)


  13. Papyri: Love poems & fragments from Sappho & elsewhere. ISBN 978-0-473-12397-0. Auckland: Soapbox Press, 2007.


  14. The Return of the Vanishing New Zealander. ISBN 978-0-9864507-6-1. Dunedin: Kilmog Press, 2009.

  15. Jack Ross & William T. Ayton: Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia (2011)


  16. Scenes from The Puppet Oresteia. Artwork by William T. Ayton. ISBN 978-0-473-18881-8. Rhinebeck, NY: Narcissus Press / Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2011.

  17. Jack Ross & Karl Chitham: Fallen Empire (2012)


  18. Fallen Empire: Museum of True History in Collaboration with Karl Chitham and Jack Ross. Dunedin: Blue Oyster Art Project Space, 2012.



    Miscellaneous

    Jack Ross: Collage Poems (2018)


  1. Collage Poems (1997-2005)
  2. Poems from Novels (2000-2008)
  3. Poems from Stories (2004-2019)
  4. Tree Worship (2011-2012)

  5. Jack Ross: Tree Worship (2012)



    Uncollected Poems

    Jack Ross: Newmarket (2006)


  1. Poems: 1981-1999
  2. Poems: 2000-2004
  3. Poems: 2005-2009
  4. Poems: 2010-2015
  5. Poems: 2016-2024

  6. Dianne Firth: Canberra Tales (2017)

I'm not sure I'd recommend this approach to anyone else. I was inspired by Peter Simpson and Margaret Edgcumbe's online edition of Kendrick Smithyman's Collected Poems 1943-1995. If I'd had any idea of how much work it would be, though, I would probably just have contented myself with my old MSWord files.




Jack Ross: Showcase (2023)





Monday, August 20, 2012

Stokes Point Revisited



Auckland Harbour Bridge
[photograph: Bronwyn Lloyd]


A couple of years ago I posted a photo-essay about Stokes Point in Northcote, scene of some proposed literary inscriptions celebrating certain late great North Shore writers ... I was therefore quite intrigued, on picking up the NZ Herald the other day, to discover that the project had indeed gone ahead:



The Stokes Point Pillars
[photograph: Stephen McNicholl (NZ Herald (26/7/12)]



Poetry and musings under the bridge downtown
[text: Matthew Dearnaley (NZ Herald]



Steve Mutton
[NZ Herald]



One reason it interested me is because I was one of the "literary experts" who advised on the choice of texts and authors for this "Trestle Leg Series," as it's now been called by artist Catherine Griffiths and landscape architect Cathy Challinor, who headed the project.

In fact, seven of the eight authors now up on those pillars were suggested by me, as well as five of the texts. The Transport Agency manager substituted his own choice of Smithyman poems, and so (I see from a recent blogpost) did the Janet Frame estate. Apart from the quote from Te Waatarauihi, the rest are more or less as they appear in the anthology Golden Weather: North Shore Writers Past and Present, co-edited by Graeme Lay and myself.


But really, who's counting? I had plenty of fun with the project - first shaping the choice of texts, then giving what I thought was quite an amusing account of the process of selection in an essay for yet another anthology: 11 Views of Auckland, co-edited (this time) by Grant Duncan and myself.


Having now paid a follow-up visit to Stokes Point, though, and despite Scott Hamilton's laudatory review of the whole project, I do have to say that I have my doubts. The graffiti has already started to appear (though I sincerely hope that the word "white", written under Robin Hyde's poem, was not meant as a comment on the whole tenor of the series ...)



first graffito of spring

Of course the plan was always to regenerate the whole park, and this avenue of "literary pillars" was never meant as much more than an invitation to sample the rest of the beauties of the reserve ... It's therefore only appropriate to reserve judgement until the whole thing's completed.

I am a little dubious about how well those texts are going to last, though. It's great to have some celebration of literary figures in Auckland to march the writers' walks in other cities (Wellington's waterfront, Dunedin's Octagon), but those texts have - for the most part - been cast in bronze. I realise that carving them onto the pillars would have been prohibitively expensive, but will this work as well?

In any case, I thought it was important to get a good look at them while they're fresh and new, just in case anything does happen to them along the way. There seem to be some people actually living in their vehicles under the bridge supports at present. How do they feel about this new tourist attraction?



the residents

One thing's for certain. I wouldn't have missed this Stokes Point project for the world. It's been so entertaining from start to finish that it richly makes up for all the hours I've spent on it, first to last. Judge for yourself:

Vistas:



the approaches
[all photographs: Bronwyn Lloyd]



a home away from home



gentrification



You are being watched ...



the series starts small



... & ends big

Texts:



1 - A. R. D. Fairburn, "The Cave"



Fairburn (a)



Fairburn (b)



Fairburn (c)

Extracts from A. R. D. Fairburn's poem, "The Cave." The letters in red are supposed to add up to some kind of continuing text, or at least that was the original idea. In this case it reads:
"the sea hoards its bones"


2 - Robin Hyde, "At Castor Bay"



Hyde (a)



Hyde (b)

It was quite difficult to find anything appropriate to quote from Robin Hyde. I know she only spent a short time on the Shore, but her stay in that bach in Castor Bay is also the subject of a memorable piece of prose, "A Night of Hell." The text chosen to be put in red here appears to be:
"autumn's pining"


3 - Janet Frame, "The Road to Takapuna"



Frame (a)



Frame (b)

My plan was to include something from Janet Frame's account of her stay with Frank Sargeson in the famous army hut at the back of his bach on Esmonde Road, but instead - in consultation with the Frame estate - they've put in an interesting, hitherto uncollected poem (at any rate I can't find it in either of her published volumes of poetry), "The Road to Takapuna." The text in red here is:
"we drain our thoughts into the sea"


4 - Kendrick Smithyman, "Building Programme"



Smithyman (a)



Smithyman (b)



Smithyman (c)



Smithyman (d)

Kendrick Smithyman was a great cat lover, so it seemed only appropriate that this very friendly moggie should come up to make our acquaintance as we photographed his poem. The text in red here is:
"the skyline is not what it was, nor are we"


5 - Te Waatarauihi (1860)



Te Waatarauihi (a)



Te Waatarauihi (b)

This korero by Te Waatarauihi, chief of Te Kawerau in 1860, is "addressed by the inclusion of speech punctuation," according to artist Catherine Griffiths. The text in red here is, accordingly:
""


6 - Frank Sargeson, "A Great Day"



Sargeson (a)



Sargeson (b)



Sargeson (c)

I did wonder if the project designers would have been quite so keen on this extract if they'd known that this particular Frank Sargeson short story ends with one man trying to drown another man on a reef out in the Rangitoto channel. It's a fine piece of writing, in any case. The text in red here reads:
"was another world"


7 - Maurice Duggan, "A Small Story"



Duggan (a)



Duggan (b)

I really love Maurice Duggan's work, and it was a great satisfaction to include him in this series. The text in red here reads:
"each day had its own rules"


8 - Bruce Mason, "The End of the Golden Weather"



Mason (1)



Mason (2)



Mason (3)

I don't feel any compunction about including this piece from Bruce Mason's immortal one-man play, but I am rather sorry that we couldn't find room for his equally great namesake R. A. K. Mason. The text in red here reads:
"they threw them all together in a heap and stepped ashore"

So there you are. Was it all worth it? Only time will tell. For the moment, though, I do urge you to drive over and check it out if you live anywhere near here. There can be few such projects to be seen anywhere, I'd have thought.