Issue 07: Spring 2021
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In the Theatre of the Gogs
Where art meets adventure. IN THE THEATRE OF THE GOGS IS AN ODE TO OUTDOOR PHOTOGRAPHY. THE FILM BRINGS TOGETHER AN ADVENTURE FILM-MAKER, RICHARD SIDEY, AND A LANDSCAPE PHOTOGRAPHER, CHRISTOPHER DAVID THOMPSON, TO DOCUMENT WHAT IT TAKES TO CAPTURE IMAGES OF THE REMOTE AND WILD PLACES OF AOTEAROA. The making of this documentary, filmed in…
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There’s a poem in that
Three poets, three bikes, and one noisy bird. Liz Breslin revisits Rail:lines, a pedal-powered poetry tour of the Otago Central Rail Trail. MOST PEOPLE DON’T LIKE MOST POEMS BECAUSE MOST POEMS DON’T LIKE MOST PEOPLE. THOUGH THIS IS AN APPROXIMATION OF SOMETHING POET ADRIAN MITCHELL ONCE SAID, APPROXIMATELY 50 YEARS AGO AND 19,000 KILOMETRES AWAY,…
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And yet it moves
A Foucauldian moment in the mountains. Bivvy /(‘bıvı)/ Verb 1. Informal for bivouac. 2. To stay outside in a small tent or temporary shelter. 1. Arriving in Wellington off the ferry late one drizzly night with no money to spare for accommodation, I wandered the city looking for somewhere to sleep. It was the 1980s,…
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Have you seen this head?
One family’s search for a missing stag (as in deer, not party). ROBERT WALSH AND DAVID HOPE WERE NOT TROPHY HUNTERS. BOTH WERE GOOD SHOTS OUT OF NECESSITY. IT WAS 1949, AND THEY HAD YET TO RECOVER FROM THE DEPRESSION, EVEN TEN YEARS ON. ROBERT HAD THREE CHILDREN AND DAVID, WHO WAS 16 AT THE…
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The blacksmith and his bicycle
The story of maybe the first made-in-New Zealand actually rideable bike. AS THE LATE WINTER SUN BRINGS ITS WARMTH TO THE DAYS AGAIN, THE DUSTY TRAILS OF OTAGO COME ALIVE WITH THE HISS OF RUBBER TYRES AND THE RATCHETING CLICK OF BICYCLE GEARS. The region’s riders settle onto their seats, travelling singly, with friends, or…
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Time to bide
Monty Bevins settles down. THESE STREETS ALL DISAPPEAR INTO A PORCUPINE HORIZON ‘TIL / SOMETHING NEW AND SHINING ARRIVES TO FEAST YOUR EYES ON / SEVEN YEARS OF RUNNING AWAY, FESTER IN THE DISARRAY – ‘BE HERE NOW’ When Monty Bevins took to touring, he really took to touring. It was 2012. He was working…
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The 1964 guide to the best rural bridges of the South Island
Gap fillers galore. BRIDGES SPEAK TO SOMETHING IN US. THEY ARE A PERVASIVE METAPHOR, POPPING UP IN INTERPERSONAL RELATIONS (BURNED ANY BRIDGES LATELY?), MORTALITY (THE BRIDGE TO THE LAND THE DEAD), FISCAL POLICY (BRIDGING THE GAP BETWEEN THE RICH AND THE POOR), AND FAKE- QUOTE MEMES. (NO, INTERNET, ISAAC NEWTON DID NOT SAY “WE BUILD…
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The tortoise and the bare
Sprinting starkers for charity in the shadow of the Darran Mountains. WILLIAM BLAKE ONCE WROTE THAT ART CAN NEVER EXIST WITHOUT NAKED BEAUTY DISPLAYED. IN FIORDLAND, THEY’RE ON THE SAME PAGE, AND THERE’S PERHAPS NO GREATER EVIDENCE OF THIS THAN THE SIGHT OF A CROWD OF LOCALS DASHING NAKED THROUGH A DARK, COLD TUNNEL EVERY…
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The Great Kiwi Can Cooker
How to upcycle a New Zealand staple in the name of sustainable backcountry dining. MY DAD IS NEITHER A HIGH-COUNTRY FARMER NOR YOUR ARCHETYPAL DO-IT-YOURSELF BLOKE, BUT HE IS AN OLD-SCHOOL MOUNTAINEER. MOSTLY THIS INVOLVES SLEEPING IN CANVAS TENTS, TRANSPORTING CABBAGES BY SKEWERING THEM TO THE CRAMPONS DANGLING FROM HIS PACK, AND BEING A CURMUDGEON…