Wellington Writers Walk

The quotations are placed along the Wellington waterfront, from Kumutoto stream to Oriental Bay, in the form of contemporary concrete plaques or inlaid metal text on wooden 'benchmarks'.

The Wellington Writers Walk began as a project of the Wellington Branch of the New Zealand Society of Authors (PEN NZ Inc.) Te Puni Kaituhi o Aotearoa under the inaugural committee of Eirlys Hunter (convenor), Robin Fleming, Dame Fiona Kidman, Barbara Murison, Ann Packer, Susan Pearce, Judy Siers and Joy Tonks.

[12] The quotations for Jack Lasenby, Joy Cowley, James McNeish and Elizabeth Knox were unveiled by the then patron, Governor-General Sir Jerry Mateparae,[13] in a ceremony on the waterfront on 20 March 2013.

in The Love School (Victoria University Press, 2008) Stands like an altar drawn Whereon hushed hands shall lay The shining pyx of dawn.

in Milky Way Bar (Victoria University Press, 1991) Wellington afloat on the harbour haze ... You think of how most men spend their days In offices as cramped as elevators – in Collected Poems 1963 - 1980 (Penguin Books, 1980) but all, give themselves to the essence of our cult – the ritual assembly of an interested coterie in a space where magic can be made and miracles occur.

unpublished ms, Bruce Mason papers, JC Beaglehole Room, Victoria University of Wellington https://www.google.com/maps/@-41.2901499,174.7808488,3a,74.7y,243.82h,86.03t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1s8J9u6MB_SmkgNuLmaCk5vQ!2e0!7i13312!8i6656 Our world a cube of sunlight – but to the south the violet admonition of thunder.

in The Dark Lord of Savaiki: Collected Poems (Hazard Press, 2003) Ere we came by the rustling jest of the paper kings, I who am overbold will be steadily bold, In the counted tale of things.

J E Weir (Oxford University Press, 2003) legs just touching, they stride like one eager person through the town, down the asphalt zigzag where the fennel grows wild ... the wind is so strong that they have to fight their way through it, rocking like two old drunkards.

in Bliss and Other Stories (Penguin Books, 2001) https://www.google.com/maps/@-41.289475,174.7830662,3a,15.3y,4.59h,83.61t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1swNW92B2EHJc_Y5HLwAtDLw!2e0!7i13312!8i6656 (Image) and shakes its skirts over the harbour in a wild fandango that attracts the pale moths of yachts in droves in Writing from the Heart (Storylines, 2010) comfort station.

(Hutchinson, 1963) across the creases of an imaginary map a touch of parchment surrealism here no wonder the lights are wavering all over the place tonight not a straight town at all in Writing Wellington, ed.

The tugging wind trapped and cornered by buildings, steep short cuts bordered by Garden Escapes, precipitous gullies where throttling green creepers blanketed the trees beneath.