tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post5647621505921593761..comments2024-01-20T15:52:52.580-08:00Comments on A poem a day: The Maori Jesus - James K. BaxterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-7940687322800544632018-08-02T19:31:10.434-07:002018-08-02T19:31:10.434-07:00Jame K is NZ greatest. His voice resound in this l...Jame K is NZ greatest. His voice resound in this land more than ever but only these who can listen will hear himUnemployed Reporterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17543748486269039948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-23284188519564055732018-07-15T21:49:24.528-07:002018-07-15T21:49:24.528-07:00In a grave at Jerusalem.... Wanganui.In a grave at Jerusalem.... Wanganui.James Kohlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18084582758523988903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-45065694004153108472018-02-26T12:25:29.295-08:002018-02-26T12:25:29.295-08:00Does anyone know where Baxter lives, i'd love ...Does anyone know where Baxter lives, i'd love to meet himA.clarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14655600429563342942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-41990564105998121472018-02-26T12:24:43.456-08:002018-02-26T12:24:43.456-08:00A truly touching piece of writingA truly touching piece of writingA.clarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14655600429563342942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-91994921948473600392018-02-13T22:35:58.674-08:002018-02-13T22:35:58.674-08:00Rumors of his death / absence of resurrection have...Rumors of his death / absence of resurrection have been exaggerated: See 'A Brief Heads Up on that Maori Fellah J.C.' at: https://kjohnsonnz.blogspot.co.nz/2017/10/a-brief-heads-up-on-that-maori-fellah-jc.htmlKeith Shorrocks Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14699580856484738833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-18042374068286850042017-09-04T21:47:12.372-07:002017-09-04T21:47:12.372-07:00https://youtu.be/3H4lRicBmyw Visualization of an e...https://youtu.be/3H4lRicBmyw Visualization of an excerpt of this poemDylan Is Yeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07206170306119690017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-33618546082677734132014-10-04T23:01:37.028-07:002014-10-04T23:01:37.028-07:00I knew his daughter Hillary well, and used to drop...I knew his daughter Hillary well, and used to drop her home often. I sometimes saw James K on my way to St Pats on the mornings I was late, once picking up his wallet as I stood on Lambton Quay at a bus stop. He had crossed the road in the drizzle, and as he stepped over the kerb his wallet slipped out of his pants pocket. He was slightly stooped, long haired, bearded, barefoot, wearing a rumpled business suit and seemed in a hurry. He thanked me and shrewdly asked if I was 'bunking,' then gave me a few dollars and sauntered off along the dirty footpath. I remember being amazed at the blackness of his feet, and I marveled at his eccentricity.nzjohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16484793233983471820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-23203090607048514452014-09-01T00:27:31.773-07:002014-09-01T00:27:31.773-07:00James K's brother used to come into the librar...James K's brother used to come into the library in Dunedin in the evenings- Even in the middle of winter, he would be dressed in shorts, jandals and a parka- he would read the papers and laugh out loud- He smelled like old fish and chips... I didn't know who he was until my dad told me. I wish I did, although after an unpleasant experience where a guy became rather familiar with me in the youth section, I was a bit afraid to approach older males!4getfulfamilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08223351781360322920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-81042582866568041042014-03-16T15:09:17.412-07:002014-03-16T15:09:17.412-07:00I wish there was a like button for these replies. ...I wish there was a like button for these replies. <br />How special for you, MickXyphirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02235713650544423530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-34339117928070333502014-01-31T04:52:20.024-08:002014-01-31T04:52:20.024-08:00Mick D , and James K. Just recited this from the W...Mick D , and James K. Just recited this from the Wunderbar balcony to Lyttelton harbour. Thanks Friends are gifts, as are the things they leave behindDorje McKinnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03127434846558000780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-50074979956821832502014-01-30T14:58:56.864-08:002014-01-30T14:58:56.864-08:00James used to meet me in the Shamrock coffee bar i...James used to meet me in the Shamrock coffee bar in Wellington during the early 60s, where I would customarily shout him a coffee and some food and he would produce a hand written poem for me...he always handed it over with the words "I have made you a poem man" Those small treasures, to my everlasting regret, vanished when a visitor borrowed the poetry book I kept them in and never returned to me. We should take greater care of the priceless gifts our friends give to us! Maybe we'll meet in the next world and you can read them to me...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-83510172317956012052013-09-22T19:44:21.162-07:002013-09-22T19:44:21.162-07:00Really? I daydream in the morning just thinking ab...Really? I daydream in the morning just thinking about it! Pretty good!!!!!!!!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10740993478510869401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451564884266007400.post-88933439970078892612011-12-13T12:17:00.726-08:002011-12-13T12:17:00.726-08:00I choke up still as the poem gathers momentumI choke up still as the poem gathers momentumSeaJayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10596506570223818810noreply@blogger.com