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Bill Manhire
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Socially inept but likes to sing in front of strangers. Wow published by THWUP in NZ http://teherengawakapress.co.nz/wow/ & Carcanet https://www.carcanet.co.uk/9781800170049/wow/ in the UK.
Toitū Te Tiriti!
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My Final Poem
 
Someone rides a bicycle through a cemetery,
then in and out of my poem.
Why would anyone do that?
 
I was expecting a dark horseman,
not a clown on a bicycle.

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Some more epistolary spleen
November 10, 2025 at 11:37 PM
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Out now: Juggernaut 2 – the story of the fourth National government
Out now: Juggernaut 2 – the story of the fourth National government
The award-winning podcast returns. Listen to the first two episodes today....
thespinoff.co.nz
November 10, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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Charles Wright
November 10, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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Enquire now about joining us in 2026!

We're excited to be working with the Publishers Association of New Zealand / Te Rau o Tākupu (PANZ) to deliver our courses next year. 🎉

More information available at www.whitireiapublishing.co.nz
November 10, 2025 at 1:26 AM
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Beauty and truth, love her writing
November 10, 2025 at 4:07 AM
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“I am singing sadly to the barn.” A poem by Matthew Zapruder.
November 10, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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Glen Baxter
November 9, 2025 at 7:16 AM
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#Onthisday in 1918, just days before end of #WW1, French poet Apollinaire (weakened by a shrapnel wound) died in the Spanish flu epidemic. Later that year Calligrammes: Poems of Peace & War was published, a collection of his concrete/visual poems publicdomainreview.org/collection/a... #OTD
November 9, 2025 at 12:46 PM
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I wrote about Ernest Dowson, the finest English prose poet of the nineteenth century, who sadly died with it, in February 1900 someflowerssoon.substack.com/p/green-chan...
Green Changed to White
Ernest Dowson and the English prose poem
someflowerssoon.substack.com
November 9, 2025 at 9:16 AM
Applause at the end of the Pike River movie. Quite right, too.
November 9, 2025 at 6:39 AM
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My World War I Poem

Inside each trench, the sound of prayer.
Inside each prayer, the sound of digging.

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November 8, 2025 at 11:09 PM
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This epistolary novel could have been an email
November 8, 2025 at 8:37 PM
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Gary Snyder
November 2, 2025 at 9:18 AM
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Quick alternate view on this story from someone who sat the exam (+ her friends): “literally no-one GAF … it was the most interesting because it had the most language features to discuss.”

Maybe RNZ (and those quoted) just need to take a deep breath and chill out a bit?
November 8, 2025 at 1:09 AM
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Live footage of T.S. Eliot writing a poem
Possum looked into the mirror and scared itself.
November 7, 2025 at 12:56 PM
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On whether or not a harsh review is pointless, I call, as my next witness, Michael Hulse:
November 7, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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‘I vote with the hand that holds

this knife. I vote for the fish, the bird,
the ocean and a raised land shaped
by explosion, erosion and willful life.’

Dinah Hawken reads from her poem ‘The Uprising’ after receiving the Prime Minister’s Award for Poetry last night.
November 6, 2025 at 8:03 PM
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We've just added 2 DeWalt Combi Drill sets to our NEW loanable tool collection along with Drill and Bit sets which can be loaned with the drills or borrowed separately.

And we'll be adding more soon! 🔨🔧

Find more information below or on our website at: orkneylibrary.org.uk/tools/
November 6, 2025 at 11:01 AM
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Meanwhile in the social media multiverse. My poem for Steven Heighton.
November 6, 2025 at 11:58 AM
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Somebody needs to draw a Venn diagram of (fig. a) universities who close their language departments and (fig. b) universities who have the word "global" or "international" in their mission statements, because these people won't understand a thing unless you put it in a powerpoint presentation
November 6, 2025 at 1:24 PM
big eqnz
November 6, 2025 at 8:10 AM
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The land is like a sea-bird but where
are its wings? The land is like a fish.
The fish of Māui, hauled up from the sea floor, writhing.

The ocean is a road, a table and a bed.
It takes our bodies up to air and floats them.
The ocean is an open question.

Dinah Hawken, 'The Uprising', 2014
Dinah Hawken 2014 - ŌRONGOHAU | BEST NEW ZEALAND POEMS
1. Here we are a skinny country in the largest ocean on earth spell-bound, windswept, lashed. The land is like a canoe heading south to an icy continent or heading north to equatorial islands. No one ...
www.bestnewzealandpoems.org.nz
November 6, 2025 at 3:37 AM
Great to see poet Dinah Hawken here! Such a clear-sighted, brave and – when you least expect it – mischievous writer.
November 6, 2025 at 12:46 AM