tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post175823821383750258..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: At Matanaka FarmUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-9177659688706485492013-03-13T04:40:51.245-07:002013-03-13T04:40:51.245-07:00Many thanks, discerning ones.
My guess would be ...Many thanks, discerning ones. <br /><br />My guess would be that all memoirs are constructed fictions, all attempts at remembrance graspings after vapours, and all primary experiences essentially private and solitary in nature -- the more intense, the more difficult to accurately transmit to those outside ourselves. <br /><br />But the camera doesn't lie, and in the present case we may be pretty certain those very red buildings were/are actually there, and that very blue water was/is really wet.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-88979869236352322682013-03-13T01:31:42.333-07:002013-03-13T01:31:42.333-07:00Not a memoir: I'm very glad that you've dr...Not a memoir: I'm very glad that you've dropped that picture here to disappear in our heads. <br /><br />I'm not remembering and it's beautiful.<br /><br />Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-14713398747280661932013-03-13T00:00:04.146-07:002013-03-13T00:00:04.146-07:00Beautiful and I’m immediately reminded of this bea...Beautiful and I’m immediately reminded <a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20374" rel="nofollow">of this beauty</a> by George Oppen.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-28813444384237355052013-03-12T11:59:59.723-07:002013-03-12T11:59:59.723-07:00Further local lore is provided by our inhouse Kiwi...Further local lore is provided by our inhouse Kiwi, who refers us to a poem writ by Robert Creeley upon a 1976 vsit to Dunedin, in Otago (where, by the way, he met Penelope Highton, whom he would later marry). <br /><br />Doggie Bags<br /><br />Don't take<br />the steak<br />I ain't<br />Dunedin<br /><br />--<br /><br />The dishes<br />to the sink<br />if you've<br />Dunedin<br /><br />__<br /><br />Nowhere<br />else to go<br />no I'm not<br />Dunedin<br /><br />__<br /><br />Ever if<br />again home<br />no roam<br />(at the inn)<br /><br />Dunedin<br /><br /><br /><br />(from Hello)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-927842869647755582013-03-12T11:43:36.982-07:002013-03-12T11:43:36.982-07:00Many thanks to all.
Nora,
A. grew up in Ngaio, a...Many thanks to all.<br /><br />Nora,<br /><br />A. grew up in Ngaio, a suburb of Wellington, which is located at the southernmost tip of the North Island.<br /><br />Whereas Matanaka is located on the South Island, nearer to Antarctica.<br /><br />And the history of the place pictured here is this:<br /><br />"Matanaka Farm was founded by the Australian whaler Johnny Jones, who had bought the land and an adjoining whaling station in 1838. In April 1840, he brought out about twelve families from Sydney on the Magnet to settle the farm. The first buildings, including the stables, were built in 1840, using materials brought from Sydney. There are accounts from 1841 that mention a collection of barns and accommodation buildings, which allows researchers to date the buildings to that period. Jones himself moved into the farm's homestead in 1843. His wife, Sarah Sizemore, was said to be known as Cherry, and the nearby Cherry Farm is apparently named for her.<br /><br />"When the settlement of Dunedin began in 1848, Jones supplied the new settlers with produce at a 'good price'. The Jones family moved to Dunedin for the better education opportunities for their children in 1854. Johnny Jones' son William Jones lived at Matanaka Farm until 1858, and it was passed on to the next generation, John Richard Jones and his wife Mary Orbell, who had Matanake Farm as their home until 1871. Mary Orbell's brother, McLeod Orbell, then leased the farm until 1878.<br /><br />"In February 1878, Matanaka Farm was sold to George McLean. In the late 1880s, McLean leased the farm to Orbell again. Ownership passed in 1892 to the farmer Alexander Bannatyne, whose family owned the farm until 1961. After brief ownership by two individuals, the farm was purchased by Monty Ericson in 1965. The Ericson family gave the Matanaka Farm buildings to the New Zealand Historic Places Trust in 1976. The setting was gazetted as an historic reserve in 1981."TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-21801719624279153112013-03-12T11:20:01.038-07:002013-03-12T11:20:01.038-07:00Is this near where Angelica lived in New Zealand?Is this near where Angelica lived in New Zealand?Norahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14439557611640319928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-25690562564651240362013-03-12T11:18:36.737-07:002013-03-12T11:18:36.737-07:00Gorgeous!Gorgeous!Norahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14439557611640319928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-77853175212166683982013-03-12T09:22:04.577-07:002013-03-12T09:22:04.577-07:00Yes, beautiful!
Funny-I talked about memoir at A...Yes, beautiful! <br />Funny-I talked about memoir at AWP<br />at least theoretically I did . . . <br />which was interesting<br />bc I don't do memoir.<br /><br />That aside (forgive me, I am still in recovery)<br />beautiful poem and photos. Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-46778401369563109852013-03-12T07:51:43.011-07:002013-03-12T07:51:43.011-07:00Tom,
"not a memoir" but a beautiful poem...Tom,<br />"not a memoir" but a beautiful poem, and photo -- thanks.<br /><br /><br />3.12<br /><br />light coming into fog against invisible<br />plane of ridge, red-tailed hawk calling<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> somewhat grey, consequently<br /> which the second time<br /><br /> is, the more conspicuous it<br /> remains, such that is<br /><br />white circle of sun in fog above ridge,<br />lines of waves breaking across channel<br />STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-71633977347418749062013-03-12T06:07:27.784-07:002013-03-12T06:07:27.784-07:00love the images...and I am thinking now how a reme...love the images...and I am thinking now how a remembrance may turn into a memoir...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com