Today is National Poetry Day in New Zealand. It has been celebrated with underwhelming enthusiasm - that is to say, I hardly noticed until I overheard a reference on the radio which was on in the background at work.
Still, certain things have been happening. There was a reading at the university at lunchtime, which I couldn't get to. The winner of the poetry category of New Zealand's Montana Book Awards was announced. There was an article in this morning's newspaper, with comments on how it was not possible to earn a living as a poet, and some haiku, mainly political, written by the newspaper columnists.
And - not in New Zealand but still on the subject of poetry, I noticed the new Guardian Poetry Workshop is online. Strangely they forgot to include the instructions for e-mailing your poem, and the deadline. Assume a deadline of a few days only, and if you want to enter, check last month's wokshop for the e-mail address. But even if you don't want to enter, there is a useful discussion of animal poems with quite a few examples as links.
Some further links:
Leaf Salon (news and reviews on literature in New Zealand, including poetry)
Best New Zealand Poems - the selection of the "best" 25 poems each year from 2001 - influenced of course by the editor's personal preferences. (There is a different editor each year).
New Zealand Electronic Poetry Centre
Exploring the last, I found a poem which both fits in with this week's Poetry Thursday topic - sex - and with the Guardian Poetry Workshop theme - animals:
A couple of addenda: I am going back to yesterday's post as promised, and adding a comment about the background to the poem - though many felt it was unnecessary.
I was thinking of following tradition, and posting "100 things about me" as my 100th post, but I have just noticed that I am up to 104 posts already. Oh well. My list is only up to 38 things. I'm having trouble figuring out what is actually interesting about me. I may post it eventually.