#Māori poetry

[words-and-coffee]

Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

[ID: A poem titled: Kupu rere kē. [in italics] My friend was advised to italicise all the foreign words in her poems. This advice came from a well-meaning woman with NZ poetry on her business card and an English accent in her mouth. I have been thinking about this advice. The convention of italicising words from other languages clarifies that some words are imported: it ensures readers can tell the difference between a foreign language and the language of home. I have been thinking about this advice. Marking the foreign words is also a kindness: every potential reader is reassured that although you're expected to understand the rest of the text, it's fine to consult a dictionary or native speaker for help with the italics. I have been thinking about this advice. Because I am a contrary person, at first I was outraged — but after a while I could see she had a point: when the foreign words are camouflaged in plain type you can forget how they came to be there, out of place, in the first place. I have been thinking about this advice and I have decided to follow it. Now all of my readers will be able to remember which words truly belong in -[end italics]- Aotearoa -[italics]- and which do not.

Next image is the futurama meme: to shreds you say...]

(Image ID by @bisexualshakespeare)

[wordswithloveee]

[balthazarslostlibrary]

I recently used an extended experience of transphobia I endured in writing for a university assignment. I wrote a last bit in te reo Māori, not as something for more context for the assignment, but for myself.

Although my experience turned out ok, it damaged my mana in a way that I can’t quite move on from. Even now, a month and a half out from it, I still don’t feel like my mana is fully restored. It makes me feel weak to not have healed by now, it makes me feel that I’m not cut out to pursue the career I want to pursue.

After reflecting upon it and using academic language to describe it, I needed something more. I needed something to help me move on. And so, I wrote the following.

Kia kaha ki ōku whānau takatāpui katoa

Ahakoa te wero

Ahakoa te mamae

Ahakoa te aha

Be strong all of my queer whānau

No matter the challenge

No matter the hurt

No matter what

It started as something to say to myself quietly, and to a professor who might not even understand it. I hoped that it would make me feel better, that if I can say it to other people, they would say it to me. That if they said it to me, I could believe in its meaning, it could apply to me, I could be strong no matter what.

The hope that it would make me feel better hasn’t come to fruition yet unfortunately, but I also have hope that it will. Because really, if I don’t have hope, hope that my words will resonate, hope that the world will get better, hope that I will get better, what else do I have?

I hope that you, yes you reading this right now, can take strength from this. I hope your queer whānau can take strength from this.

I hope that we can all be strong. No matter what.

[blackberryjambaby]

from te kōtahekore ranapiri on twitter

[betterthannonfiction]

Papatūānuku

I make friends with the earth again today tuakana, whaea kēkē, kuia, toku whenua draught-drawn, I find her diminished cracking easily under my tending hands her own thirst senses rain on my fingers she, too weak and magnanimous to judge cloaked in communion, I blush, I unravel

Why can’t I speak like the water, whaea? Why are my words like flat stones, skipping once and then sunk? Why not like the dew jewel-like flowing, silver-light glinting blue  dousing and sweeping, filling and feeding pouring in, drowning down, lifting back up?

Because you love like no water, toku teina your love is a mountain, an earthquake at dawn hard as a diamond, soft as the pine-forest floor you don’t flow, you contain, Papatūānuku rivers run on your skin, you hold them below te moana is deep, toku kotiro, but underneath the ocean floor is always deeper.

[ivecarvedawoodenheart]

also I got books today!! so stoked 🥰

[storiesofoko]

Stories of legends lost to history,

Only living on through 

Those who continue to tell their tale.

~Oko

[salvadorbonaparte]

Since my big Languages and Linguistics MEGA folder post is approaching 200k notes (wow) I am celebrating with some highlights from my collection:

Africa: over 90 languages so far. The Swahili and Amharic resources are pretty decent so far and I'm constantly on the lookout for more languages and more resources.

The Americas: over 100 languages of North America and over 80 languages of Central and South America and the Caribbean. Check out the different varieties for Quechua and my Navajo followers are invited to check out the selection of Navajo books, some of which are apparently rare to come by in print.

Ancient and Medieval Languages: "only" 18 languages so far but I'm pretty pleased with the selection of Latin and Old/Middle English books.

Asia: over 130 languages and I want to highlight the diversity of 16 Arabic dialects covered.

Australia: over 40 languages so far.

Constructed Languages: over a dozen languages, including Hamlet in the original Klingon.

Creoles: two dozen languages and some materials on creole linguistics.

Europe: over 60 languages. I want to highlight the generous donations I have received, including but not limited to Aragonese, Catalan, Occitan and 6 Sámi languages. I also want to highlight the Spanish literature section and a growing collection of World Englishes.

Eurasia: over 25 languages that were classified as Eurasian to avoid discussions whether they belong in Europe or Asia. If you can't find a language in either folder it might be there.

History, Culture, Science etc: Everything not language related but interesting, including a collection of "very short introductions", a growing collection of queer and gender studies books, a lot on horror and monsters, a varied history section (with a hidden compartment of the Aubreyad books ssshhhh), and small collections from everything like ethnobotany to travel guides.

Jewish Languages: 8 languages, a pretty extensive selection of Yiddish textbooks, grammars, dictionaries and literature, as well as several books on Jewish religion, culture and history.

Linguistics: 15 folders and a little bit of everything, including pop linguistics for people who want to get started. You can also find a lot of the books I used during my linguistics degree in several folders, especially the sociolinguistics one.

Literature: I have a collection of classic and modern classic literature, poetry and short stories, with a focus on the over 140 poetry collections from around the world so far.

Polynesia, Micronesia, Melanesia: over 40 languages and I want to highlight the collection for Māori, Cook Islands Māori and Moriori.

Programming Languages: Not often included in these lists but I got some for you (roughly 5)

Sign Languages: over 30 languages and books on sign language histories and Deaf cultures. I want to highlight especially the book on Martha's Vineyard Sign Language and the biography of Laura Redden Searing.

Translation Studies: Everything a translation student needs with a growing audiovisual translation collection

And the best news: the folders are still being updated regularly!

[aaknopf]

On an early spring night in Manhattan last year, the Texan-born comedian, poet, and actor Catherine Cohen attended a party where the Māori poet Tayi Tibble was in attendance, visiting all the way from New Zealand. After hearing Tayi read a piece from her book Poūkahangatus, Catherine suggested she come share her work at Club Cumming downtown, where Cat was hosting a weekly, eclectic “Cabernet Caberet.” Though they’d only just met, these two poets from opposite sides of the globe had been in dialogue on the page all along.

wtn boys  by Tayi Tibble

soft wellington boys in six hundred  dollar leather want to send me their poetry  & tie me to their beds so I tell them I like their  fathers instead & listen to their aluminium skulls  crack like coke cans and thunder.

road trip poem #17  by Catherine Cohen

I’m jealous of everyone and wouldn’t change a thing  every time we have sex I tell you  it’s one for the record books  and you say something can’t be special  if everything is. boys love drumming on stuff  boys love taking their shirt off with one hand  oh my god experience  whatever pleasure you can in this life  for example I’m at mcdonald’s right now

. .

More on these books and authors: 

Learn more about Poūkahangatus by Tayi Tibble and follow her @paniaofthekeef on Instagram and Twitter.

Learn more about God I Feel Modern Tonight by Catherine Cohen and follow her @catccohen on Instagram.

See Catherine Cohen’s Netflix special, “The Twist...? She’s Gorgeous,” which integrates poetry with comedy, streaming here.

Visit our Tumblr to peruse poems, audio recordings, and broadsides in the Knopf poem-a-day series.

To share the poem-a-day experience with friends, pass along this link.

[andromedasummer]

secondhand bookshops rule so hard esp my fav one in town. there are such specific sections for everything. in the scifi shelves theyve organized things by space sci-fi, sea sci-fi, dystopia etc. there's a paranormal romance section in the romance section. they have 3 shelves longer than i am tall dedicated to the star trek novelizations organized by series and 3 under that dedicated to dragonlance books. i went to look at their craft section and they had subsections for eras and styles of embroidery. i can look for motorsport books by series or manufacturer without coming across top gear books or car manuals, which have their own sections. i can find poetry by nz poets in their own bookcase and books by māori authors all over the shop because they've been marked by a specific tag on the binding.

[oleanthe]

i had to give up on most of the books that i wanted to read and change my loans to books i will actually read because ... well. i can only renew things so many times.

so now i have the audio book of Braiding Sweetgrass (CANNOT recommend highly enough, its read by the author & its really special) which is 70% listened to on its 4th renewal

a book of Māori poetry Puna Wai Kōrero (20% read on its 4th renewal, but ive loved it so far, i will READ MORE)

a book on a pigeon wizard that caught my eye when i searched for "pigeons" instinctively the second i opened the search function

and three books of reptile nonfiction 😅 its like im working on my degree again! (legitimately tho, i mean one of thems about lizard conservation in rock stacks in aussie sooooo )

[words-and-coffee]

Kupu rere kē My friend was advised to italicise all the foreign words in her poems. This advice came from a well-meaning woman with NZ poetry on her business card and an English accent in her mouth. I have been thinking about this advice. The convention of italicising words from other languages clarifies that some words are imported: it ensures readers can tell the difference between a foreign language and the language of home. I have been thinking about this advice. Marking the foreign words is also a kindness: every potential reader is reassured that although you’re expected to understand the rest of the text, it’s fine to consult a dictionary or native speaker for help with the italics. I have been thinking about this advice. Because I am a contrary person, at first I was outraged — but after a while I could see she had a point: when the foreign words are camouflaged in plain type you can forget how they came to be there, out of place, in the first place. I have been thinking about this advice and I have decided to follow it. Now all of my readers will be able to remember which words truly belong in Aotearoa and which do not.

Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

[wordswithloveee]

[saving-for-a-rainey-day]

Books by New Zealander Authors

Literary Fiction: Auē by Becky Manawatu

Graphic Novel: The Heading Dog Who Split in Half by Mike Brown

Mystery: The Cleaner by Paul Cleave

Fantasy: Scented Gardens for the Blind by Janet Frame

Historical Fiction: The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton

Horror: Blood Related by William Cook

Romance: The Vintner's Luck by Elizabeth Knox

Science Fiction: Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Short Stories: The Whale Rider by Witi Ihimaera

Thriller: This Mortal Boy by Fiona Kidman

Auto/Biographies: Raiment: A Memoir by Jan Kemp

History: Pathway of the Birds: The Voyaging Achievements of Māori and Their Polynesian Ancestors by Andrew Crowe

Poetry: Stonefish by Keri Hulme

[cucumberlife]

stands at the table with dougal and me at the pub

what’s your name

walter

i’m cedric

cedric?

cedric

shakes my hand

his grip is perfect, strong but not overdone lingering more than normal but still perfect

his hands are small but pillowy

he has done a lot of work

his nails are dirty and his ring finger is in a splint,

you’ve broken your finger

yes

i’m so drunk, i’m sorry

that’s ok it’s ok

i’m sorry

you’ll look after me

will you be safe?

do you have mates or whanau that can help?

yes

my friend left me here while he’s buying weed

what’s your name?

i’m walter, cedric

walter?

walter

i’m so drunk

i’m sorry

that’s ok don’t be sorry

that’s your dog?

yes that’s dougal

dougal?

dougal

cedric’s hair is long and straight around his face black with pewter strands

he’s late 40s maybe 50s

lovely smile

i’m so drunk

i’m sorry

you’ll keep me safe

i’ll be with you until your friend comes

he’s buying weed

do you like weed

yes

do you have any

no

i can find some if i want

i believe you cedric

what’s your dogs name?

dougal

*woof woof*

he likes to talk

yes he does

what does he tell you

he tells me about the smells, the night and the poetry of hunger

those are good things to know

yes they are, cedric

you’re a good bastard

thank you, cedric

shakes my hand

*woof woof*

i’m cedric

i’m walter

he’s a huntaway

yes

barking is his job

he’s a pro

i love animals

i had a dog his name was solitaire

he was a chester i mean a chestnut

do you know them?

no

really?

i’m sorry, no

i’m so drunk

it’s ok

you’ll be safe

yes i will

good

where are you from?

i grew up overseas but my family is from aotearoa

aotearoa

aotearoa

and you?

dunedin

his pepeha is perfect

mine is not

he shakes my hand

cedric

walter

do you like horses

they talk to me.

what do they say?

they keep me safe

they tell me stories of the land

stories of grass

those are important to know

yes

do you like horses?

i do but i’ve not been around them much

i had a horse, his name was solitaire he was a chestnut

oh i thought that was your dog?

no my horse

animals talk to me and keep me safe

they tell me stories of the land and grass

*woof woof*

see

i’m so drunk

i’m sorry

you’ll keep me safe?

i’ll stay w/you until your friend comes

you’re a good bastard

thank you cedric

what’s your name again?

walter

walter?

walter

shakes my hand

cedric

me pointing to his shirt, you like reggae?

yes

who?

salmonella dub

you know them?

yes, no, not really

i like drums

do you like count ossie?

yes

really?

oh carolina

yes

do you like the congoes

row fisherman row

yes, wow

i like scratch and toots and the scientist

they are godfathers

do you play music?

yes, no, not really - i play banjo and saxophone- averagely

and you?

i sing and play guitar

i’ll teach you a māori song

(he doesn’t)

i’m not very smart

you seem smart to me

i’m a builder i can build anything out of wood

3 - 4 - 5

the golden ratio

i want to be a builder

he shakes my hand, his hands are soft and pillowy he has done a lot of work

you can build anything out of wood

yes i can

what do you do?

engineer?

ah, a smart fella

some of the dumbest people i know are engineers

ha ha yes, i like to listen

what do you really do?

i tell other people what to do

ha ha, a boss

yes

i like to listen but not to bosses

smart

i can build anything out of wood

i believe you cedric

3-4-5

yes, that’s right

i like animals, horses, they tell me stories of land and grass and keep me safe

i’m so drunk

i’m sorry

you’ll keep me safe?

your mate will be here soon

yes

what’s your name again?

walter

cedric

we shake hands

i have two sons

they are taller not like me

they have troubled lives

too tall too far from the land

if they are like you they will be fine

tell them to listen to the horse

yes

they are my beloveds

they are good boys

when i was a kid i used to fly

fly all around

te awamutu

te kūiti

i’d spend hours flying

flying around

and i’d see the land and the grass and the horses

i’d see tangata whenua

they’d keep me safe

what’s your name again?

walter

cedric

we shake hands

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

or mind can hide

by petrichorca

Ed’s in love with a patient—and if that isn’t the worst kind of luck, he doesn’t know what could be worse.

The man in room 302 has a head of golden curls, sparkling hazel eyes, a dimpled smile—one so bright that Ed dropped his glasses the first time he examined him up close—and a memory more unreadable than a wiped computer.

A prompt-based fic using the words Medicine, Amnesia, Poetry, Ed, and Transit.

Written for MotiMarch 3/21 Bingo and AU-pril Day 8 prompt for Medicine.

Words: 5980, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Medical, Amnesia, unknown ailment, Extended Illness, Neurological Disorders, Recovery, Mutual Pining, Falling In Love, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Māori Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Poetry, Light Angst with a Happy Ending

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46321147