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Steeped in the brilliance of the banal and the daily splendours of language, Wedde presents a beautifully controlled and ordered sequence of verse in Tendering: New Poems. The book was written, he says, 'in the ghostly presence of my great grandfather Heinrich Augustus Wedde, the last ship-rig pilot on Wellington harbour'. Powerful visions of ships, the sea and of Pacific voyages of exploration pervade the collection, as does that mean city to where the ships return home.
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ONE
The Relocation of Railway Hut 49
1
Yet why shouldnāt I aim with ātenderā
the best stories begin
āyouāre not going to believe this butā
Iām still just a taut sailor
on shore leave in life
(time to get back in the tender)
like my tempest tossed great grandfather before me
āTend to thā masterās whistleā
two white doves flirt by the water
Heinrich Augustus and Maria Van Reepen
Barnacle Bill and the Scandinavian Princess
I couldnāt either live away from
how light stirs in the surface
(time to attend to the water)
sounds bound once in the braids and weeds of seas
or how the waves wash my spring head in sun
fishscales glittering on my dead fatherās arms
through how many livesā gentle propulsion
his sea man ship escorted me here
(pit ease sake against sea men)
and you can see
how the pitted concrete face of the city
begins to show the short history
of an early disenchantment
(certain material securities have not stood up)
drown the books
let purpose buckle against something of no substance
the rainbows that fall into our open months
our legal tender of breath
(hereās just a pet food kingdom)
and the kids in the Fun City
arenāt going to walk in one day and say
āEnough Space Invaders, itās the revolutionā
(itās just a dog food factory)
itās the first few ships
Cooked Breakfast, Bad Karma and Gaga in Toto
stirring light into the water
whatever acids history serves us to fling
that I canāt live away from
(imaginary mountains wonāt budge either)
just heave to live ear
listen see man pen meander
the moon drips light through my roof
wind croons in my ear
wherever I am thereās no where to go
(chance is just another iron butterfly)
2
And you easy mark for the sick
vertigo of underemployed responsibility
better look out!
Know where to go!
Is the light fading
will the Cruise Ship ram the atoll
how do you read your musical watch in the dark
and what happens next?
Way out west among black iron dunes
contenders are shooting up katipo venom ā
now thereās nationalism for you!
Heinrich Augustus sailed through
the Dangerous Archipelago
beneath unfamiliar stars ā
hanged if he was born to drown
on an acre of barren ground.
No vertigo.
Mid ocean reek of reef
mermaidās braids uncharted smell of weed
stellar sound of griefās wreck
passionās gentle helm
āMust our mouths be cold?ā
3
Nose to tail in the pool
the swimmers turning and turning
I enter the tainted bowl of my affections
my chemical chalice
eyes grape pulped by chlorine
Through how many livesā genital propulsion
his sea manās tender helm engendered
to end here to prosper
This line I heave to Heinrich Augustus
This mouth I warm for him
4
As ship-rig pilot to this harbour
that the craft not founder
as reef and bar tender I skƶl him
founder of my line
disenchantment and an end of meandering
here he found her
by sea manās nurture to tend her
his delicate dove by the windās waves
shoving moonlight up the bay
outside the door of 49
the fast clouds roar
their shadow steers the sea
I tendered for the relocation of hut 49
single menās quarters
Thorndon Quay Railway Yards
youāre not going to believe this but
$50 and got it.
5
Outside the door of 49
will be a slender almond tree
pohutukawas will scratch the panes
Past all realism the pet food kingdoms
green ache of barren drowned
broken knowledge of disenchanterās art
grave few whirled
The nearby smokehouse leaking mists:
eels, trout, chicken
49 dim in smoke and autumn dusk
the delicate almond whirling its leaves
Ships tended for weather tides turn
keeping tides to leeward of their pick
and 49ās the bower I line on
while everything under the moon swings
Heartās vanity to prosper
brave new pastoral acre
in tended 49 my praise
pilots the smoky light through pain.
6 der Fischer
Hanging today the glass door in 49
Heinrich Augustus born in 1840
balance and an easy swing out
spliced his own tackle with a sewing needle
light casting its lures in
fouled the line and plunged in after it
sound of rain squall on the pane
double pneumonia in Blenheim in 1916
jammed any door I ever tried to hang
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Table of contents
- Cover Page
- Title Page
- Acknowledgements
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Dedication
- 1
- 2
- 3
- Back Cover