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Poetry

A collection of Poetry, documented throughout my research journey. A folding of present past...and becoming

Truth-telling 

The truth-telling tyrants 

Tell their truth 

To them 

Their theories

Their timeless tales 

Their theologies 

Their technology 

Their tragedies

Their triumphs

Their trustworthy treaties

Their travelled trails

Their topologies 

Their Trump

Tailoring truth 

To them 

Their truths tire

Their trust, 

taken 

Trepidation 

 

To them 

Time teaches truth

To them

Tales teach theory

To them 

triumph takes tragedy

To them 

the terrain teaches typologies 

To them

Trails traverse thought

To them 

Topography talks to Technology 

 

To them 

the tyrant takes.

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Feel my reach

 

Daughter, hold my hand, be still, listen to me.

These hands of mine, have much to say.

They will tell you of worlds before

and of your ancestors’ past…

each wrinkle, each line,

a collective spirit etched in body and mind.

 

Oh, the stories that these hands can tell…

 

These hands are not mine alone,

I have shared my hands in sustaining life,

many years of sewing, healing, gifting, giving

and in pushing strong fists forward…

fighting for rights to be heard.

So, for you in this place, in Aotearoa belong,

to have your voice known.

 

Oh, the stories that these hands can tell…

 

Take my hand granddaughter,

Let me lead you along,

These hands of yours are young and your stories, yet to come.

Your hands are mine, and mine are yours,

Use your hands wisely in the choices you make,

Push strong fists forward,

So, generations to come will feel your reach

and know of your wisdom, of worlds before

and of your ancestors’ past.

 

Oh, the stories that these hands will tell…

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To decolonise or indigenise?

To decolonise

To confront subjectivity

Subjectivity of governmentality

Constituted in global politics,

that privilege and divide

To decolonise

To de-centre self from colonising regimes,

Regimes of knowledge

that never fully escape the colonisers gaze

Or / And

Indigenize subjectivity,

the power of place, humanity and being

a shared ontology with

mountains, seas, land and cosmos

Indigenising thinking,

resistance to the discourse of discovery

and the hierarchy of human knowledge capacities; 

another itulagi.

Indigenising agency,

a co-existence with time

that weaves a folding into futures past.

Indigenizing as movement,

embodied in space and expression.

Can our pasts be unstrung – from binds that constrain?

The residue remains even when unstrung,

the ties reform and evolve

The tensions shift and alter

An emerging body of collective spirit -

reforms and evolves

Affirming place, spirit, alofa, life –

The hā of our ancestors carry on.

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