Rāhui Day 30 (32): Spent much of the day trying to find something to commemorate in lives sacrificed to the gods of money, nationalism, and ego. The ANZAC Days of my childhood were not the jingoistic memorialising of tidied up carnage that they are today, the knowing was still too raw and real. Some men […]
Zazen
I found this: ‘When you are practicing zazen, do not try to stop your thinking. Let it stop by itself. If something comes into your mind, let it come in, and let it go out. It will not stay long. When you try to stop your thinking, it means you are bothe…red by it. Do […]
The Boys and the Biff ~ NZ Police & ‘Serving the Crown’
This was written after the final aborted trial, aborted because, for the second time the arresting officer Sachin Nair, failed to appear. In fact, he’d failed to do anything which included ensuring a police prosecutor was appointed to present the NZ Police case. It was a shambles and I reprint this blog entry here now […]
Out of the mists …
Over the past couple of days, I’ve had cause to reflect on theatre in Aotearoa and how, for 35 years, I slipped in and out of this divine, if somewhat ephemeral, art form virtually unnoticed. Before the haters leap for the Oxford for a reminder of how to spell ‘snowflake’, let me just say I’m […]
Lockdown: Rāhui Day 26
Rāhui Day 26 (28): Had difficulty connecting the comms apps on my Methuselah autographed work laptop and a replacement was organised within no time. Not delivered yet – couriers are swamped. A loose-endsie sort of day during which I slowly crumpled under ‘flu-like symptoms, outcome of the jab I guess. Finished a lot of tasks […]
Fundamentalists & Toilets
Here’s the thing: fundamentalist Christian hate group Family First are obsessed with who uses what toilet. This campaign attacks people whose gender is in conflict with what they were assigned at birth, people who live authentic lives in their true gender and are not a threat to anyone else using the bathroom. Family First base […]
“There was a star danced, and under that was I born.”
It’s Shakespeare’s birthday (probably, history says there’s a three-day window of possibility) and also the anniversary of the day he died. Such synergy. I’m old fashioned and have yet to be convinced that anyone else wrote the plays that we have inherited in his name. Collaborations yes, a completely different author, totally unconvinced. Thinking about […]
Lockdown: Rāhui Day 28
Rāhui Day 28 (30): a 13 hour working day. Cushla took me for a wee walk. I behaved … for the most part. Walking sticks are useful (reminder to self: not with Mr Bridges). Coffee in the sun on the lawn watching some pretty classy shooting. Media given $50m and bitched that it wasn’t enough. […]
‘Speed is Emotional’ – a theatre review
I enjoyed and appreciated Jo Randerson’s Speed is Emotional and you will too. It’s unique, and you really should see it. The season plays through until 03 May in the Q Theatre Loft, so you’ve no excuse. Book now. My ancient Mum used to say I was a creature of habit. This was seventy plus years ago […]
Channels
There you are Clear As air Ice cold as a winter morning in Central Park Or snow-bound on the mainstreet of Oslo I am crying and it’s not me It’s you I am channeling you You are cold To me you are cold You bring no sweet release Only sustenance Soul food Your pain I […]
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