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19 November 2012

music makes blood-

Do you hear music? 
Tonight, a friend will sing her poems.

I heard her sing a few years ago and wrote a poem-portrait. Here is an excerpt:

She comes, trusts, prays, says we must make our life ‘big enough to make its own weather’, says maybe everything depends on this. This moment, this country.

She wears a superwoman t-shirt in paua colours, wants ‘hiphopcracy’ and no suffering, needs a ‘motherload’ of time to write.

There will be an amount of loss and darkness.
And enough love.

‘Music makes blood-
sugar. Leaveitplaying.’
Photo: Looking down at an alley, Hong Kong
Text: Excerpt of my poem for Hinemoana Baker, 
performing tonight with the New Zealand Poetry Society.
The words in quotes are written by Hinemoana.

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