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Encountering Mīharo | Panoramic view of the Aratiatia Rapids

July 9th, 2021, By Jiaqiao Liu

The 30 students in the MA (Creative Writing) workshops at Victoria University’s International Institute of Modern Letters visited Mīharo Wonder. Our ‘Encountering Mīharo’ blog series will share students’ thoughtful and eclectic responses.

Writers encounter Mīharo Wonder

Wonder is a place where writing often begins — and each year, during the first six weeks of the MA in Creative Writing at the International Institute of Modern Letters, we set exercises designed to unlock the kind of wondering unique to each writer. In April 2021 we brought the MA students to the Mīharo exhibition in the hope that some of the resonant objects, images and artefacts might prompt stories, poems or essays. We gave them no brief other than to choose an exhibit and pursue the lines of imagination it prompted.

For these writers, encounters with the past have become acts of invention as well as recovery and re-evaluation. The exhibition becomes an observatory in which old stories give birth to new, the past is encountered with fresh eyes and transformed through the lens of the present. The writing presented here is only a sample of the work produced, and we imagine work by other writers will come to fruition in future. We’re grateful to National Library staff Peter Ireland, Anthony Tedeschi and Fiona Oliver for providing additional insight and background to the exhibition and to Mary Hay and Jay Buzenberg for publishing the student’s work on the website. And we hope you enjoy the wondering Mīharo has produced.

Chris Price, Tina Makereti and Kate Duignan

"While Mīharo Wonder is moored to the walls and arrested in its cases, its imaginative scope ranges freely – here is the best possible evidence of that." — Peter Ireland, Mīharo Wonder co-curator

Panoramic view of the Aratiatia Rapids | Jiaqiao Liu

after ‘Aratiatia Rapids, New Zealand. No 146’, taken by Robert Percy Moore

Poem that has unjustified left and right edges. Words of poem below.
  • Panoramic view of the Aratiatia Rapids

    after ‘Aratiatia Rapids, New Zealand. No 146’, taken by Robert Percy Moore

    a key turns a lock hisses a piston lifts a gate

    three times a day
    (four in summer).
    fielding guests at her wedding, i confess, yes

    i am unfaithful
    to sentimentality. i was
    born like this: no
    sense of time
    and a mean streak too. the gears
    shriek godly in my head. to sink

    is to splinter
    the lines of sight
    serrating wool
    starched cotton
    skin
    muscle
    bone.
    no
    heart to hold or give away
    in my waking state i was

    a barrel no, body
    carelessly tossed
    willingly
    given

    back to myself. so, stepladder
    on right up. observer
    of the highest order.
    watch the watcher
    watch the river. in this picture

    identify and label the living

    dead. the river

    asks no questions i cannot answer
    keeps nothing i cannot unsee

    a key turns a lock turns a body up on its back

    to life. the watcher
    never sees the same river twice
    is never seen by the same river twice

    eyes up
    let’s go. escape route
    out of visible light.
    a mind steeped
    in the deepest green. supine
    and still, constellations
    a lying lurid red

    what
    foams up white
    & goes down dusk?

    do not enter
    the spillway
    even if
    no siren sounds

    deluge
    pushed
    punched
    shoved through

    a single channel of luminance

Panoramic view of the Aratiatia Rapids

after ‘Aratiatia Rapids, New Zealand. No 146’, taken by Robert Percy Moore

a key turns a lock hisses a piston lifts a gate

three times a day
(four in summer).
fielding guests at her wedding, i confess, yes

i am unfaithful
to sentimentality. i was
born like this: no
sense of time
and a mean streak too. the gears
shriek godly in my head. to sink

is to splinter
the lines of sight
serrating wool
starched cotton
skin
muscle
bone.
no
heart to hold or give away
in my waking state i was

a barrel no, body
carelessly tossed
willingly
given

back to myself. so, stepladder
on right up. observer
of the highest order.
watch the watcher
watch the river. in this picture

identify and label the living

dead. the river

asks no questions i cannot answer
keeps nothing i cannot unsee

a key turns a lock turns a body up on its back

to life. the watcher
never sees the same river twice
is never seen by the same river twice

eyes up
let’s go. escape route
out of visible light.
a mind steeped
in the deepest green. supine
and still, constellations
a lying lurid red

what
foams up white
& goes down dusk?

do not enter
the spillway
even if
no siren sounds

deluge
pushed
punched
shoved through

a single channel of luminance


Note: This piece grew out of learning that despite the many photographs Robert Percy Moore took — of the Waikato but also other natural landscapes in Aotearoa —the only photo of him is a wedding group shot.

The image that inspired the poem

The panoramic image that inspired Jiaqiao Liu's poem. Aratiatia Rapids, New Zealand. No. 146, taken between 1923 and 1928 by Robert Percy Moore. In the gallery the image is 4 metres wide by 60cm high.

Aratiatia Rapids, New Zealand. No. 146, by Robert Percy Moore, taken between 1923 and 1928 Ref: Pan-0365-F. Alexander Turnbull Library.

A large amount of water going through a narrow channel. Trees in the background and sides of the channel.
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