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Showing posts with label hamilton. Show all posts

the bottlebroke tree


bottlebroke has just gone international! (well, they always say that like it's a good thing). entered 'the bottlebroke tree' at this years trees at the meteor event. also saw some of the trees being prepared, and they are *brilliant! hope to see them when they are all ready.

the tree is an adaptation of the bottlebroke lamps, with the addition of discarded wood pallets and cycle tubes. it has been an exciting (and scary) time making this, as i have struggled with ideas, with techniques, with materials. and finally, i had to edit. in a funny way, the 'artist statement' helped me edit, and stop myself from putting in things that didn't add to the mix.

the bottlebroke tree is a meeting of urban inner city broke-as living, a number 8 wire mentality and a reduce-reuse-recycle ethic, dressed in the attitude and aesthetics of punk. hope does not grow in the gardens of the nice and pretty, it springs from the worm pits of despair. may you rage against the machine, this christmas and always.

i'm offering the piece for sale, to help raise money for the local group of amnesty international. any help much appreciated!

NOTE: much thanks to dee for helping with the pictures, the listing, and generally putting up with the grumpy artist-fartist at work!

christmas smells


this christmas has a different smell.

none of the pine quickened
charcoal fires
of a biting winter night

or the pork-and-mustard-leaf happiness
the stench of tribal feasting.

this christmas is lush
fed by a swollen river
and shaded by the broad leafed trees
of tane's mighty garden.

and try as i might
i cannot smell a feast.

note: tane is pronounced to rhyme with the 'ne' of the english word 'net'. tane is the maori god of the forests.

the river walk


i'll take the river walk
away
from the shops
or the street named after
a dead (once murderous) queen.

i'll take the river walk
past
ancient waka landings
and memories of other rivers
in other places i call home.

i'll take the river walk
home.

rough

this is the
rough
side of town
and we are
rough
with sharp edges
like the bits of bottles
that are sometimes
(roughly)
strewn on the footpath
and sparkle
when they catch the light.

this is the
rough
side of town
and we sleep
rough
under bridges
and hide our stash
(roughly)
in the lavender bushes
that smell of scented grandmothers
in long abandoned childhoods.

this is the
rough
side of town
but we have lavender bushes.

so there.

resistance maps

Maps have a subversive potential that is often ignored and overlooked. They have been used by rulers, whether kings or ‘elected’ governments to name and signify, telling us what places are called and why they are significant. There is a power in naming places, as those who fought for Bangalore to be called Bengaluru and those who call New Zealand by its Maori name- Aotearoa, can attest. It is never 'just' a name as the resistance to both changes shows!

While singularly unimpressed by Google Corporation’s dream of taking over the internet world, the potential of the maps application amazes me. Here is a chance to take back our world, so to speak, to name and signify in resistance to dominant forces, whether governmental, colonist, corporate or any other interests one would like to resist. The effectiveness of this resistance, however, is not so much in launching attack on the ‘enemy’, but in defending one’s position, maybe in helping one understand where one stands.

Much like the Maori Pa.

Maori Pa are earthenwork fortifications, sometimes with a wooden stockade on top. They were typically built in locations that overlooked possible attack points, and were known to be effective against the English settlers. The Pa was also used to store food and was a centre of learning and crafts. With the over running of Aotearoa New Zealand by the English, these Pa structures have mostly been lost, though the memory of their location remains.

While I knew two locations of Paa in Hamilton, it is thanks to an exhibition at the Waikato Museum that I can now see all the locations in the area. With thanks to Te Winika Gallery of the Waikato Museum and in response to this supressed history, here is another map.


View Hamilton Pa in a larger map

Update: Here is another intersting read on maps!

...information wants to be free


View Waikato Region Public Libraries in a larger map


I love libraries. Not just that they have books, I love the fact that they lend them out, letting you read books you could never afford and (when functioning properly) are a beautiful slap-in-the-face for big business publishing. I particularly love the public libraries in Hamilton, with the free internet on wi-fi and fairly decent collections of music and video. Yes, yes, that means you can listen to music without always having to buy it. And no, that is not equivalent to piracy. The 'shhh' law is also sparingly applied, making it much more people friendly. They even have a blog, though I will not bother with a link as they are yet to figure *that one out yet. For almost the first time in my life, I feel no particular need to buy books. And I am happy.

Hamilton Op Shops


View Hamilton Op Shops in a larger map


Op (opportunity) shops are *brilliant places where you can
get second hand clothes, furniture, cutlery and almost anything
that people are willing to give away. People give the op shops
things they no longer want/need, and the shop then sells it cheap,
using the money generated for the charities they are part of.
They are usually staffed by volunteers.

Op shop shopping is brilliant because

1) you are reducing waste and helping the environment
2) you are challenging the consumerist mindset
3) you are saving money
4) money spent goes to a good cause
5) you find very interesting things

Op shopper for life!

UPDATE: .pdf file available for printing. write to feddabonn AT gmail DOT com to get a copy.

pukete mornings


it's old friends again:

the peculiar icy blue
of an autumn frosted sky;
as a watery sunshine
clears the palate
of last nights smoky dreams.

but wishes are horses
and beggared, i ride
with sky
(and sunshine)
for company.