Just got back from the Prime Minister’s Literary Awards. These awards were created a few years ago to acknowledge senior New Zealand writers. They are prestigious awards that recongise New Zealand writers for their careers, and have a significant monetary component to go with the honour.
This year’s recipients were James McNeish (non-fiction), Cilla McQueen (poetry) and my dear friend Joy Cowley (fiction). All thoroughly deserved. It was interesting to hear McNeish say it was his first ever award. Hard to believe for a writer of such talent. Also great to have the Michael King Fellowship award formally handed over (already announced) to Kate De Goldi. Kate is using the fellowship to write about the incredible work of Susan Price from Wellington of giving books to children from her vast children’s book collection.
These awards are clearly very special for those who receive them, and their families and friends. It is therefore incredibly disappointing that for the second year running the PM was a no-show. Worse still this year there was not even a message noting his apology or absence. I know he is a busy man, but these awards are in his name, and part of the reason they were created was to elevate New Zealand writing to a higher level in the public consciousness.
Anyway, a huge congratulations to all the winners. Here is one of Cilla’s poems, no doubt written from her home in Bluff.
FOVEAUX EXPRESS
Diesel sounds aromatic
magenta, oxblood,
mineral smooth
any how as boronia
swivel that levers
a shoepolish lid,
key curls oily metal.
Poetry takes you apart,
puts you back different
as this day’s passage
on shapeshifting water,
one to another island
swift as the stroke
of a pen the toothed strait
on the whale’s path
chewed through, islets
scattered between,
text in motion
gimballed on muscling
swells, word-ware, cargo.