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Nicola Andrews

I love and miss my whānau
I try my best for my hapū and iwi
I keep my whakapapa close
Trying to keep everything tika

I keep my taonga close to my skin
I look starward and remember my kaumātua
I reflect on our mokopuna, and
Consider our inherent sovereignty

In fact, to be born Māori is a gift
Just like any Indigenous kaupapa
I hope my whānau can be proud
I hope my whakapapa remembers me

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I love and miss my foreigner
I try my best for my happy anyway
I keep my pop-up blockers close
Trying to keep everything takeaway

I keep my town close to my skin
I look starward and remember my customer
I reflect on our album opener, and
Consider our urine sovereignty

In fact, to be born modern is a gift
Just like any digital type of data
I hope my farmer can be proud
I hope my pocket papa remembers me


 

NB: Words substituted from Zoom transcriptions of interviews with Māori peers discussing Tino Rangatiratanga, 2019-2022

from the journal APOGEE
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This poem came about after years of interviewing Indigenous librarians over Zoom. I rankled at the algorithm distorting our Indigenous languages. Subtitles, captions, and transcriptions make media more accessible for users, but I haven’t used any recording or transcription software that is equipped to accurately translate my accent, let alone speech in te reo Māori. This piece recasts the absurdities of the algorithm as the poetry of hope and failure.

Nicola Andrews on "Colonization Via Transcription Algorithm"
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Eileen Myles on the Poetic Core of Everyday Life

"I remember the first time I read a poem and I knew it was good. The room changed. I was like oh. It was an orgasm of sorts. I no longer had the job. I had work. That was the craft. Doing this. I had it. I had the rest of my life. Suddenly my life had a measure—in and out. You know what I mean. Cause you can put anything in a poem. Nothing is irrelevant here." 

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Lesley Battler on "redundant"


"I chose to feature 'redundant' as this is one of my first poems written as the pandemic started to unfold. It marks a shift in my work, from a focus on resource industry capitalism to a more interior world, mapping the psychological dissonance caused by the virus along with the greater issue of climate change. In this poem, and in all my post-COVID writing, I have continued working with found texts and I think this poem’s language and boxed-in structure reflect a sense of diminishment and claustrophobia."
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