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Aotearoa. The Land of the Long White
Cloud. Soon I'll leave here, but New
Zealand will never leave me. I got a
tattoo on my arms. When I flex, the
kiwi bird flaps its wings. When I'm
feeling sad it whispers "sweet as!" The
ink is blue so when I look at it, I'll
remember all of the blue things I saw in
New Zealand: that one brand of pasta, the standard milk cartons, pants. I surf bored
big ol blue and down under there's a fish or some of the fish are blue at least so,
calm down on beach beach sand footprints fry doughnut constellations. If you look
real small, everything is mostly empty space. If you look real big, everything is
mostly empty space. Planet doughnut or hole? "You big blue!" Yes! That's me.
One of my veins is here the other is here. Salty though! Yes! John Key a flag
around my tog torso whispers: you're gonna be. Melts my business core of course,
"Oh! Key!" me marble blue now but for how long?? One day dry, but still blue
then? Or salty things stop working the cells I mean when they're dry they need
more than a few half-full blue bugs and handful ink. Last weekend I flew to
Wellington to see Peter Jackson's house. It was green I know not what you
expected wasn't what I expected either but I guess he is rich. Did you know he
keeps the New Zealand Film Commission running? I heard under his beard he has
a tattoo that whispers sweet as when he's feeling sad. When he surfs and loses his
balance and ends up there in constellations, big blue gets a little drier when Peter
Jackson just empties space. After seeing his house I went downtown and bought a
burger with beets in it. The beets were red I'm sorry not everything is blue. But still
sad said sweet as as it was sweet indeed burger as big as the kiwi tattoo on my
arms almost as big as the kiwi tattoo on my arms when I flex. So Jackson blows by
in one of those convertible bugs bearded silhouette on light blue billboard: 'Best
Middle Earth tour. Hold 10,000 dollars worth of costumes and props. Sweat salt in
Gimli's helmet on the scalp blue sinks - island by island!' And what do you know
again at the gallery Jackson is there dripping like he just fell off a surf board
holding a museum guide in his right hand, Gimli's axe in his left. I tried to focus on
a map of the coast, marked off which regions had been sold to international
corporations, and back again in Dunedin with a single blue hair growing from the
back of my head where Gimli's helmet sunk. I'm writing this now in lecture me and
a hundred other students in this room rain outside 6 people with blue on, one of
them me, my jacket. The lecture is called "Working with Maori communities" I
haven't done the readings for weeks. The lecturer says, 'this isn't really a lecture.
Blue
Zealand by Seth Hanson
let's have a discussion'. 100 people check
their phones and stop wondering whether it
was worth walking all the way here in the
rain on Jesus's free jandles. There's a small
bruise on the apple in my pocket - the food
I'll eat today after lecture - it reminds me of
my first day: the bus driver impersonated
Oprah. The Kiwi I sat next to named Duncan
flexed and told me Peter Jackson is a tattoo
under his beard that whispers 'sweet as' when
he's feeling sad. I guess I don't know whether
he meant when Peter Jackson was sad or
when he was sad. I brought one blue
backpack of clothes but none of them fit me
anymore. I've grown so much since I've been
here, I feel like a whole new person! For
example, I didn't use to have a tattoo of a kiwi on my arms that flapped its wings
when I flexed I used to have a full head of brown hair but now some of it has gone
blue, especially down the back. Did I tell my walks down the river to the New
World and quicker back with litres were melting those pacific islands back down? I
go through the gardens. 'New Zealand has some of the dirtiest rivers in the world'
Suzanne Duncan, my lecturer, just told me. Did you see that on one of the
billboards or were you distracting all those bungee jumpers tourists stretched out
all out to get a look down at wet blue doughnut hole and back up to where they
came from 'I've grown so much since I've been here!' They don't jump you into the
dirt dry do they more like under a surf board scared but real, high and rich and
sprung back to where you came from what did you come for? That's what Peter
asked me when he picked me up from the bus stop and helped me carry my blue
backpack - each of us a strap. And I couldn't answer him! Only a drip of drool in
morning street light, round and glazed and blue. But Peter knew what I meant and
he gave me his New World FlyBuys card so I could save a few cents here and there
on groceries and he could get the points for his account. Yes I was hungry blue
doughnut in me empty empty hole and just too dry so 2Litres L&P poured into the
river vein here and here not so salty any more sweet like even the apple bruised in
my pocket and the tupperware of peanut butter in my bag and the knife there too
blood and ink blue all from the kiwi on my arms that flaps its wings when I flex
and says 'sweet as' when I'm feeling sad.
journal from the American Midwest winter by serena hocharoen