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Beginnings of an interrogation of the text
26 March, 2021
This piece was developed during Annie’s writing residency at Carriageworks as part of No Show (12 Feb-7 March).
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OLD NEW ZEALAND—A Tale of the Good Old Times By a Pakeha Maori Edited by T.M Hocken F.L.S, Published by Whitcombe and Tombs Limited, 1930
waiting to be adopted
caged kittens curl and groom themselves at the top of the stairs make my way down
saturday markets and humidity and rain
umbrellas and couples and flowers
and rye loaves
wrapped in white tissue paper
which will not be saved for christmas time
like my nanna did
I step inside but the outside moves with me
scan a code
accept terms and conditions
go further
past post punk installed fury
beyond care bears
hover over good will hunting and those divine runways until
I pause by floating partitions
a staff member smiles
then quickly looks away
I find my our place
adjacent to
*near*
just around the corner
within eye shot
of close contact
moments drawn
towards tables
inched together
self-doubt surfaces
in the same way
that
different fonts
grouped together
CAN MAKE
you feel
uneasy
still
keep
on
I open a book
the one I slipped inside my bag
years ago
from the library
it will never be returned
I was compelled to remove it
from a shelf
with my Ancestor’s blessings
so that this destructive version
of far-fetched and fraught and fanciful stories may not continue down the line
I smuggled this book out
it travelled a long way
held here in my hands and foucault fingers pages upon pages
some glossed with images
most lined with lies
hard cover looks soft now
ready to
face the music
kanohi ki te kanohi
my flammable eyes survey this
landscape of literature
I flick through moth-wing dusty pages
some books look like bibles in disguise
I breathe in historical odour
the archive of me meets the archive of him
my brown blood on simmer
some pages want to come away from the lumbar
spine time cannot continue to hold
that which is uncontainable
twisted history fails the polygraph test