Where do you find a policeman when you don’t need one?

Where do you find a policeman when you don’t need one?

Hello. It’s been a while. My heart is full. I’m in the mood to write. In recent times Taape and I have been trying as much as is possible to live out at Ocean Beach,…

He Mahi Aroha 1: WFFW – Whanau Forever, Forever Whanau

He Mahi Aroha 1: WFFW – Whanau Forever, Forever Whanau

Hello. Its been a while. My heart is full. I’m in the mood to write. In recent times Taape and I have been trying as much as is possible to live out at Ocean Beach,…

Nga Kupu Aroha Epilogue

Nga Kupu Aroha Epilogue

Once you put something out there you just don’t know who will pick it up and where it will go. Since its birth in 2004 Nga…

Blessed Love

Blessed Love

Nga Kupu Aroha recorded a journey. It may well have been a saga. The quest started…

Once Was Gangman Styles

Once Was Gangman Styles

As I approach my 60th year (next month) I’m increasingly reflecting on times past and what the hell I intend to do with the time…

To Understand What Is

To Understand What Is

Kia ora. This is my 50th posting of Nga Kupu…

Deck the Halls

Deck the Halls

On Election Day I worked at the Waiohiki Arts Village with my nephew Lawrence Kingi-Miki, Nathan Rose, Gerard Gunn, and Tipu Tareha. We were digging…

Circenses nil Panem

Circenses nil Panem

If you believe that rugby is played in heaven then New Zealand is currently Paradise:…

Knight, Might & Right

Knight, Might & Right

It was Saturday morning. My usual weekday routine is to get up around…

Kia Pakeke Ahau

Kia Pakeke Ahau

It has been a quarter of a year since I wrote to you last. Arohamai. It’s a sign though that I’m otherwise flat out….

Crouch, Touch, Pause, Engage

Crouch, Touch, Pause, Engage

Each morning I go for a swim. When at home, and whilst the weather is still warm enough, I use the seawater ‘pond’ at Ahuriri, a remnant of what was once the inner-harbour, Te…

Beneath the Kahungunu Flag

Beneath the Kahungunu Flag

Nga mihi. It’s a bit late to be saying Happy New Year and all that, but take my best wishes anyway. Well another sparkling Waitangi Day has passed with the synergy sapping ‘Harawira factor’…

Poisonous Fuming

Poisonous Fuming

It is said that those gifted with foresight often observe ‘tohu’, signs, portents of things to come. Recently we have witnessed a raft of missed signals in a range of circumstances across Aotearoa. In…

Honour the Past, Enjoy the Present, Prepare for the Future

Honour the Past, Enjoy the Present, Prepare for the Future

I love this time of the year in Hawke’s Bay, although it’s been a little bit different than usual weatherwise. I don’t know if these are natural portents of times to come or results…

It’s an Ill Wind

It’s an Ill Wind

My apologies for such a delay between posts. I’ve been no more flat out than usual but for some reason the muse seems to have deserted me and I’ve been struggling with expressing my…

Love is the word for Mumday

Love is the word for Mumday

We are in what looks to be the last few weeks of a protracted ‘Indian Summer’ in the Bay. It’s been very dry. We’ve had a few ‘close to frost’ mornings which killed the…

Pharaoh’s Rod

Pharaoh’s Rod

It’s been one hell of a start to the year. I left you last in January at the gates of Parihaka and I feel like I’ve been foot down and motoring hard ever since….

Chip Away

Chip Away

I love Aotearoa, the land, its people old and new. I’m just back from the 2010 Parihaka International Peace Festival and I can still feel the grin on my face like reverse botox. About…

Practice of Love

Practice of Love

It’s been one of those years. I feel like I’m still in planning mode and woosh, its gone, done and dusted. These last few months have given me the worst of times and the…

It’s the Putting White That Counts!

It’s the Putting White That Counts!

Let’s pass through the flack cloud of the moment: Hone Harawira and white mofos! We’ll take ‘white mofo’ first. Don’t get too upset about the terminology. I agree that it’s inappropriate language for an…

Breathe Through the Nose

Breathe Through the Nose

It was a cold, swine-flu ridden winter when I last wrote to you, and now is the time of fresh morning asparagus, drooping rich coloured kowhai, full throated tui, the tintabulations of the bellbirds,…

The Stub of Your Cheque Book

The Stub of Your Cheque Book

Every now and then the various streams of our lives seem to conflate, one layer tumbling in on another, old times hurtling back from the past and crashing into the present regardless of how…

Stepping Back from the Precipice

Stepping Back from the Precipice

It’s been grim-times at home in Taradale, and that’s more than the recession or a bit of shitty weather. Last weekend, the first in May, a local bloke, Michael Meehan, was shot dead at…

Dangerous Utopias

Dangerous Utopias

What happened to March? My calendar accelerated and it just went. One minute I was planning for St Paddy’s Day and the next thing I know it’s been, gone, and done for. The ginko…

Reggae’s Doing Fine

Reggae’s Doing Fine

Welcome to 2009. May it go well for you and yours. I’ve had a great start. I was pretty stuffed at the end of last year, but a bit of time off and a…

Briefing to Incoming Ministers

Briefing to Incoming Ministers

The wonderful thing about those of us who enjoy democracy, we are currently told, is that we enjoy the fruits of an orderly and peaceful transfer of power between governing regimes. I’ve got to tell…

Jesus Mary and Joseph!

Jesus Mary and Joseph!

Ka nui te mihi ki a koutou mo te ra whanau a Hehu, me te Tau Hou, hoki. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. My mate wished me ‘Happy Holidays’ the other day…

Tama Heihei Kaki Maro

Tama Heihei Kaki Maro

I start this blog on Labour Day. I’m just back at Waiohiki from a Black Power hui near Rotorua, including a challenge for the Gabe Tawhaiti – and I’ll come back to that in…

Let He Who is Without Sin

Let He Who is Without Sin

When I was a young activist in Wellington I attended a function in Auckland at which the lead presenter was a bloke from Brazil called Paulo Freire. At the time I was much into…

Jurassic Roar

Jurassic Roar

It’s spring. The kowhai has begun to blossom and on this, the last day of the month, a sunny Sunday in the Bay, I picked the first asparagus of the season. Seasons are cycles,…

Low Blow

Low Blow

First, we’ll visit the ossuary. Tam Wong Shi, my friend Harry’s mum, reached her terminal milestone of 103 years a few weeks ago. Her journey in life sounded tough: married in feudal China at…

Thud And Blunder

Thud And Blunder

There’s a scrap between the Mongrel Mob and the Road Knights in the deep South and the Mayor of Invercargill is calling for ‘Sheriff Joe’ style retributive justice. There’s a scrap between…

War and Peace

War and Peace

I start this blog on a Friday night in mid April and I’ve not long pulled into the homestead at Waiohiki after a long long drive to…

Easter Edge

Easter Edge

So, that was Easter. What a buzz all round. The stone at the sepulchre door has been shifted, and an impossible calendar of commitments has been …

The Cycle of Life

The Cycle of Life

At home, the colour of the grapes has changed rapidly. In December they were a wistful light green and now, swollen with juice, they are rich …

May Peace Prevail

May Peace Prevail

It’s Friday, a weekend out from Christmas, and I’m still on the road: Auckland for a multi-gang meeting, Taiwhakaia in the Bay of Plenty for a …

“Pull up, pull up”: The Psychology of Colonisation

“Pull up, pull up”: The Psychology of Colonisation

Let’s deal with the alleged terrorism and Tuhoe issue. The last sounds heard by those at the controls immediately prior to the airship tragedy at Mt Erebus reportedly were “Whoop whoop, pull…

How to Break Out

How to Break Out

 The month ahead is going to be flat out so I thought I’d jam a few words now in case I lose thoughts and insights during the passage of time. Some good…

Looking through a kaleidoscope

Looking through a kaleidoscope

E hika! The Sky has fallen. I realise that I end up writing a lot about tangi. Its appropriate to take a little time out in this, Te Wiki i Te Reo Maori, to…

“Those that have ears let them hear”

“Those that have ears let them hear”

In the wake of the tumult and tragedy of the past week with the murder of 2 year old Jhia Te Tua a journalist asked me about the good side of gangs. I told…

Nga mea o te ora (“The stuff of life”)

Nga mea o te ora (“The stuff of life”)

Outside its chilled down big time. We’ve had a long sweet summer but the turn is on and we all have to prepare for the immediate vicissitudes of winter let alone oncoming global climate…

Arohamai (Forgive Me)

Arohamai (Forgive Me)

My spirit is revived. I feel as if I am in what the priests of my youth would call ‘a state of grace’ (although, in truth, the good Lord may consider this to be…

Manaakitanga and other matters

Manaakitanga and other matters

Years ago, it would have been the late 70′s, and I was working on an arts employment project with Para Matchitt and Jacob Scott at Otatara, the arts campus of the then Hawke’s Bay…

Reo of the Nation

Reo of the Nation

I left you last as I was on my way to the inaugural Parihaka International Peace Festival. There is something uplifting about the name Parihaka itself. For me it triggers memories of the early…

Crime and punishment

Crime and punishment

Kia ora. Nga mihi o te tau hou. We’re well into the first quarter and people are still wishing each other “Happy New Year” which just goes to show how slowly the nation re-engages…

Each Atom of the Stone

Each Atom of the Stone

I write this on 19 December 2005. Today is the 125th anniversary of the death of Tareha Te Moananui MP of whom I have written much in…

The Darkside

The Darkside

Picture this. In the week leading up to Labour weekend we’re in Strathmore. It’s typically a windy Wellington Wednesday, and despite bright sunshine it’s a …

Road Trippin’

Road Trippin’

Welcome to the world my new mokopuna Bella O’Reilly and Te Roera Junovich. Welcome to Aotearoa the land of your mums’ and dads’. Thank you …

The Things that Bind Us

The Things that Bind Us

Let’s recap. This korero, ‘Nga Kupu Aroha’, Words of Love, started in September 2004 outlining an already year-long NZ community quest to reduce the demand for crystal methamphetamine (‘P’) amongst some of…

The Space at the Edge

The Space at the Edge

Down back of the paddock, close to the river, a tui has just sung three clear flutes, a …

Self, Race, Drugs & Justice in New Zealand

Self, Race, Drugs & Justice in New Zealand

Self, Race, Drugs & Justice in New Zealand In the Hawke’s Bay the heavy early morning dew – ‘Heretaunga haukunui’ the Maori call it – carries the chill signal of approaching autumn. Already the seasons…

Embracing the positive

Embracing the positive

I left you at the end of my last blog with my being all excited and promising to lighten up. I had the vision then of being able to…

Joe Walsh – The Sinners Tour

Joe Walsh – The Sinners Tour

It may have been any regular late Tuesday night at Wellington airport, apart from what seemed to be a growing number of leather clad Maori, warrior types in gang regalia gathering at the egress…

Nga Kupu Aroha Words of Love

Nga Kupu Aroha Words of Love

I have seen the boulder lifted From the back of the tribe. I have heard their singing voices. I have felt their hands like the wind on the grass Stroking…