A huge change has taken place in my lifetime.
Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.
The sources of poetry are in the spirit seeking completeness.
School is a twelve-year jail sentence where bad habits are the only curriculum truly learned. I teach school and win awards doing it. I should know.
I see the great continuities in New Zealand history as being decency and common sense and up until now when we’ve confronted these things we’ve been able to talk them through, and I’m sure we will with this issue as well.
I learned that I had been brought up as a protected, blindfolded daughter.
The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.
If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.
If you have a little extra parking, I err on the side of getting rid of it in favor of having some more greenery.
I hope for quick, fluent copy and memorable pictures. The words would not ‘describe’ the pictures; the pictures would not ‘illustrate’ the words. Together, they would carry a stamp and tell a story.