The Maori Jesus


Good Friday’s tribute to poetry month is The Maori Jesus by James K. Baxter from Our Favourite Poems introduced by Iain Sharp and published by Craig Potton.

             The Maori Jesus

I saw the Maori Jesus
Walking on Wellington Harbour.
He wore blue dungarees.
His beard and hair were long.
His breath smelt of mussels and paroa.
When he smiled it looked like the dawn.
When he broke wind little fishes trembled.
When he frowned the ground shook.
When he laughed everybody got drunk.

The Maori Jesus came on shore
And picked out his twelve disciples.
One cleaned toilets in the Railway Station;
His hands were scrubbed red to get the shit out of the pores.
One was a call-girl who turned it up for nothing.
One was a housewife who’d forgotten the Pill
And stuck her TV set in the rubbish can.
One was a little office clerk
Who’d tried to set fire to the government buildings.
Yes and there were several others;
One was a sad old queen;
One was an alcoholic priest
Going slowly mad in a respectable parish.

The Maori Jesus said ‘Man
From now on the sun will shine.’

He did no miracles;
He played the guitar sitting on the ground.

The first day he was arrested
For having no lawful means of support.
The second day he was beaten up by the cops
For telling a dee his house was not in order.
The third day he was charged with being a Maori
And given a month in Mt Crawford.
The fourth day he was sent to Porirua
For telling a screw the sun would stop rising.
The fifth day lasted seven years
While he worked in the asylum laundry
Never out of the steam.
The sixth day he told the head doctor,
“I am the light in the void;
I am who I am.’
The seventh day he was lobotomised;
The brain of God was cut in half.

On the eighth day the sun did not rise.
It didn’t rise the day after
God was neither alive nor dead.
The darkness of the void,
Mountainous, mile-deep, civilised darkness
Sat on the earth from then until now.


         James K. Baxter –

NZ Week’s weekly catch up


Once upon a time not so very long ago when life moved at a more sedate pace the daily paper was the main source of news for most people.

Now newspapers compete with a variety of published, broadcast and on-line media which makes life difficult for them and also for those wanting to keep up to date.

Even a media junkie with an unfortunate predilection for work avoidance can’t possibly keep up with all the news and views from so many sources which is why I enjoy The New Zealand Week.

It’s an on-line digest of  news from around New Zealand and the world which brings readers up to date with current events, summing up views from a variety of local and overseas media and, like a good magazine, it leavens the hard news with updates on the arts, film and theatre, travel and cartoons.

Rabid rage


He coined the term spam-journalism and now Macdoctor has introduced us to another pearler – road rabies.

Unfortunately the rabid behaviour isn’t confined to the road. Blind, irrational and violent fury is breaking out all over, and has been for some time.

The causes are many and varied. They include alcohol and drug abuse, poor parenting, educational failure, an ethical vaccuum and stupidity.

But none of these excuse it.

Righteous anger has a place, it can even be healthy. Rabid rage and the behaviour it leads to are inexcusable, regardless of the provocation.

Maybe it’s too cheap


If motorists are being urged to stay clear of the new toll road  out of Auckland to avoid congestion, could it mean that the price is too cheap?

Why anyone would waste time in a queue to save time on the road is beyond me but at this safe distance from the traffic snarl ups north of Orewa it appears that demand is outstripping supply and one way to counter that could be to raise the price.

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