Eyecontact, 24 August, 2012 ___ Reading Room is an exhibition with plenty of character. Look through the window of Objectspace today and you will see the rubble of a bookcase, lined with books, face out and spine on. A low-lying table is scattered with more titles, some splayed open, others […]
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Fishhead Magazine, August 2012 ___ It’s one of those Wellington weekends, where the wind is whipping the trees outside the window and the cat flap keeps blowing open dramatically, even though the cat is sitting on the couch by the heat pump. I’m wondering what it would be like […]
NZ Listener, 12 July, 2012 ___ Multidisciplinary artist Sharmila Samant has been in the country for four days when I call her to discuss the socially based artwork she will develop in the New Plymouth community. Our conversation quickly turns to the availability of water. “The thing about water is […]
1. You can always use more bling. 2. There’s a fine line between selling and selling out. 3. The afterlife can be accessorised. 4. Art is retail. (But it doesn’t always sell.) 5. Not all art is created equal. 6. If it hurts maybe it’s because you’re not laughing hard […]
The Lumiere Reader, November 11, 2011 ___ What is Sweet Valley? — a mythical place, an American dream, an idea, an ideal, or just the caramel dip between Jessica Wakefield’s thighs? There was a time in my life when I read Sweet Valley High and I read it as much for […]
from The Santa Parade, a novel ____ Christmas is a good time of year for whores. Office parties. Late nights shopping in the city, presents galore. Men find shopping particularly stressful. They’re not good at navigating present lists and department stores. They arrive at the parlour in the evening after […]
The pale pink ears are placed in diamond encrusted petri dishes and bequeathed to an Arab Sheik. The nose is delicately sliced from her face, frozen in ice, and couriered to Justin Timberlake. The shy, beautiful breasts are sold separately to the highest bidders: the left, to an astronaut who […]
A metaphor will cost. Maybe we could do business over a simile, But if you want an original one You better make sure you can afford it. I can’t offer you rhyme or reason, Because I’m bankrupt. Not just emotionally, I can’t afford the next line, My budget doesn’t cover […]
___ The Michael Jackson Quintet first performed in Rome to an audience of stray cats. The Quintet had painted their faces white, as the mime incorporated several events from MJ’s later years, including his death, which the group expressed as a communal convulsion. The cats were languid and meowed loudly […]
Lily arrived home after 3am, heated up a ready meal from Marks and Sparks and threw her keys on the bench. The microwave beeped. She peeled off her thigh high platform stilettos and left them slumped against the rubbish bin and wandered into the lounge scooping drool warm pasta into […]
Landfall 209, 2006 ___ I read the first page of every new novel, I frothed the nozzle of a cappuccino machine badly, steam bursting out like the snort of an angry cow I dined on Weetbix laced with white sugar soaked in puddles of skim milk I […]
Landfall, Autumn, 2006; The Roads Ahead (Tindal Street Press, Birmingham) 2009 ____ “Is she blonde?” “No.” “What colour’s her hair?” “Black.” “Oh well, she might like to dye her hair later.” Hugh smiled. “Does she speak English?” “As far as we are aware she doesn’t speak at all.” “Oh.” Hugh […]