How the Land Lies: Of Longing and Belonging, Pat White (Victoria University Press, 2010) 239 pp., $35.00
The eye, the ear,
These tiny creatures caused dark red callouses in most of the leaves above me, and
they were now releasing themselves from the willow dropping in their hundreds to
the river below. In my tackle bag I had flies tied to simulate this hatch, tiny
feathered objects with a yellow bead as a head, designed for use at precisely this
time of year.
is more than a story of people and events, the past preserved in our minds; it is also
sensory, to be felt through feet and hands as much as seen through eyes …
his words resonate with a direct and simple veracity. Then, within a few sentences, he has moved to the transcendental: ‘There is no morning exactly the same as yesterday to wake to. The “place” is never quite the same place, but where it is is where I am, a place to stand.’ This is a blended echo of Heraclitean fragments: ‘The sun is new each day’, and, ‘The river where you set your foot now is gone – those waters giving way to this, now this.’
LINDSAY POPE lives in Nelson and in 2009 completed an MA in creative writing at IIML.