{"id":31834,"date":"2016-03-29T06:31:27","date_gmt":"2016-03-28T17:31:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=31834"},"modified":"2016-03-28T16:31:48","modified_gmt":"2016-03-28T03:31:48","slug":"tuesday-poetry-demolition-rebuild-lines-from-leaving-the-red-zone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2016\/03\/29\/tuesday-poetry-demolition-rebuild-lines-from-leaving-the-red-zone\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday & Poetry: “Demolition & Rebuild” — Lines from \u201cLeaving The Red Zone\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Leaving<\/a>Currently, I’m sharing some of the wonderful lines and stanzas from Leaving the Red Zone \u2014\u00a0<\/em>the\u00a0poetry anthology (edited by James Norcliffe and Joanna Preston, and published by Clerestory Press) that commemorates the fifth anniversary of the February 22, 2011, earthquake.<\/p>\n

Today, I am sharing some lines and stanzas from the anthology’s \u201cDemolition & Rebuild\u201d section.<\/p>\n

\u2014<\/p>\n

from<\/em> “Demolition & Rebuild”:<\/h3>\n

“Now the sound of broken
\nhammers my heart<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

This is how living here sounds.”<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

~ Tracey Peterson, “As Safe As Houses”
\n.<\/span><\/p>\n

“See how they unlay unstack undo<\/em><\/span>
\n all we have ever done.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

~ Jeffrey Paparoa Holman, “Who Of You”
\n.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Build it of stone, of brick, of twisted<\/em><\/span>
\nmetal. Build it of shattering masonry.<\/em><\/span>
\nBuild it of glass. Build it of cards<\/em><\/span>
\nof condolence. Build it of tears. Build it<\/em><\/span>
\nof lives, of lies, of lying alone<\/em><\/span>
\nwith the stone of absence filling your belly.”<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

~ Joanna Preston, “The Ministry of Sorrow”
\n.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Beneath the jagged mountains<\/em><\/span>
\ncrossed cranes at dawn<\/em><\/span>
\nframe the city skyline<\/em><\/span>
\nbuildings propped and braced<\/em><\/span>
\nwith beams and girders<\/em><\/span>
\nall diagonals<\/em><\/span>
\nthe twisted bridge<\/em><\/span>
\nthe fallen staircase…”<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

~ Catherine Fitchett, “Slant”
\n.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Christchurch is the new Detroit; it will have no creative<\/em><\/span>
\ncharacter. It might look flash today, but in ten and twenty it will<\/em><\/span>
\nlook dank-grey. Begone you arties, don’t play that happy music,<\/em><\/span>
\nno dancing, no poetry — what’s left, Mr Norcliffe? Those quakes<\/em><\/span>
\nthose Richters that break; our buildings fall low, spirits and souls<\/em><\/span>
\ndrift around our city lost, lifeless and cold, like two bronze statues<\/em><\/span>
\nin the Avon.”<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

~ Joseph Shaw, “The New Detroit”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Currently, I’m sharing some of the wonderful lines and stanzas from Leaving the Red Zone \u2014\u00a0the\u00a0poetry anthology (edited by James Norcliffe and Joanna Preston, and published by Clerestory Press) that commemorates the fifth anniversary of the February 22, 2011, earthquake. Today, I am sharing some lines and stanzas from the anthology’s \u201cDemolition & Rebuild\u201d section. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[35,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-31834","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-earthquakepoems","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31834","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31834"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31834\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":31843,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31834\/revisions\/31843"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31834"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31834"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31834"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}