On Friday I spoke at the memorial service for Harvey McQueen, a contributor and advisor to A Tingling Catch.
Here's a link to the eulogy I read that I posted on my personal website:
http://www.markpirie.com/blog/2011/1/28/eulogy-for-harvey-mcqueen-by-mark-pirie
See also my related blog posts: 'A Tingling Catch contributor Harvey McQueen dies' and 'Harvey McQueen's These I Have Loved'.
A blog site for the anthology, A Tingling Catch: A Century of New Zealand Cricket Poems 1864-2009 edited by Mark Pirie; foreword by Don Neely (HeadworX Publishers, Wellington, New Zealand, 2010). The blog features reviews and commentary on the book as well as New Zealand cricket poetry, reviews of New Zealand cricket books and other related material. The book's cover is by UK cricket painter Jocelyn Galsworthy.
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Showing posts with label Harvey McQueen. Show all posts
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
A Tingling Catch contributor Harvey McQueen dies
My friend, the well-known poet/educationalist/anthologist Harvey McQueen, a contributor and adviser to A Tingling Catch and a HeadworX author, sadly passed away on 25 December 2010 . I’d like to offer my condolences to his partner Anne Else as well as his family and friends.
I attended a small private service for him at the Main Chapel, Karori Crematorium on Friday 31 December 2010. A public memorial service was held on Friday 28 January 2011 at Old St Paul's, Mulgrave Street, Wellington. Ian Wedde, myself, Vincent O'Sullivan and Roger Robinson spoke on Harvey's literary career at the service.
In lieu of flowers, you are invited to make a donation to the Harvey McQueen Memorial Fund, to foster children's appreciation of New Zealand's birds through Zealandia. Donations may be posted to Zealandia, PO Box 9267, Marion Square, Wellington 6141.
I attended a small private service for him at the Main Chapel, Karori Crematorium on Friday 31 December 2010. A public memorial service was held on Friday 28 January 2011 at Old St Paul's, Mulgrave Street, Wellington. Ian Wedde, myself, Vincent O'Sullivan and Roger Robinson spoke on Harvey's literary career at the service.
In lieu of flowers, you are invited to make a donation to the Harvey McQueen Memorial Fund, to foster children's appreciation of New Zealand's birds through Zealandia. Donations may be posted to Zealandia, PO Box 9267, Marion Square, Wellington 6141.
I’d like to post Harvey ’s poem from A Tingling Catch in memory of him.
HARVEY McQUEEN
From Akaroa DHS
HARVEY McQUEEN
From Akaroa DHS
i First Day
In winning their war, all my adults counselled certitude
though perilous the outcome from those massive field guns
until strung up to view was a mistress & her Mussolini.
though perilous the outcome from those massive field guns
until strung up to view was a mistress & her Mussolini.
My stepfather, who’d slogged from Cairo to Trieste,
swore fluent & rolled his own as only a soldier could & should
& his wife, my mother,
anxiously signed me up for the third form.
swore fluent & rolled his own as only a soldier could & should
& his wife, my mother,
anxiously signed me up for the third form.
Being small –
thirty-five the roll –‘your son won’t come to any harm’
& ‘Sticky’ Arnold strolled out to the clustered strangers
suggesting they leave untouched this uncounted one.
Despite my plea(s)
they gave me the neglect of a horse trough dribble
the other new boys received a headfirst dunking
in front of the admiring girls.
they gave me the neglect of a horse trough dribble
the other new boys received a headfirst dunking
in front of the admiring girls.
Inside – at a test, unthinking, I got them all right.
Someone said ‘skite’
& for revenge
at lunchtime caught & bowled me spin first ball
whereupon I went out to field cicadas on the boundary.
Poem © Harvey McQueen
Someone said ‘skite’
& for revenge
at lunchtime caught & bowled me spin first ball
whereupon I went out to field cicadas on the boundary.
Poem © Harvey McQueen
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| Harvey McQueen (HeadworX publicity photo) |
See my blog post from October last year, ‘Harvey McQueen’s These I Have Loved’, on Harvey’s last poetry anthology, These I Have Loved: My Favourite New Zealand Poems, published by Steele Roberts.
| These I Have Loved: My Favourite New Zealand Poems edited by Harvey McQueen (Steele Roberts, 2010) |
Monday, October 11, 2010
Harvey McQueen’s These I Have Loved
When I began this blog, I thought I would restrict my comments to cricket poetry and related material. On Sunday I went to a launch for Harvey McQueen’s new poetry anthology These I Have Loved. No cricket in it - but it’s worth mentioning. Harvey is a contributor to A Tingling Catch. He helped with early versions of the book, and he encouraged me to be more judicious in my final selection. One afternoon, after talking with him, I cut the book quite substantially.
I note Harvey’s book took him 10 years from its original conception and five years of actual work on the book. His anthology has been through a number of drafts. I saw an early version where I had two poems included - now just one. So it's nice to still be in it.
Back to the cricket: in the original manuscript of A Tingling Catch, Harvey had two poems. I took one out. I felt there were too many poems mentioning Hadlee in a similar fashion, but I’d like to share the poem with you. The poem is from Harvey ’s sequence Room (Black Robin, 1988) about his former house at Farm Road, Northland,Wellington . It gives a good sense of cricket watching, how it is often on in the background, while daily lives and thoughts (political and historical) continue around it:
HARVEY MCQUEEN
From Room
iv
Good intentions lost in watching TV,
soup upon our knees as Hadlee bowls.
Every space has its own rituals,
trampolines from which we spring to other spheres;
the place of eating in religion is well recognised,
grace & candles,
the terrain of sex & sensibility.
Pottery bowls of ripe fruit,
confessions of forgetfulness,
Nigro’s faceless male,
Palmer’s self-sufficiency of women,
at some point the picture becomes background.
Strange the shrines we erect,
Semple preaching for conscription,
yesterday’s rebel now leads the parade,
loyalties, oracles, infidelities
the effort we invest in them,
during the advertisements I open yet another red.
Poem © Harvey McQueen
Poem © Harvey McQueen
Thanks Harvey for your new anthology, and for all the work you have done for poets and poetry.
These I Have Loved: My favourite New Zealand poems (published by Steele Roberts).
Enquiries to info@steeleroberts.co.nz
Enquiries to info@steeleroberts.co.nz
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Harvey McQueen’s blog post on A Tingling Catch
My friend Harvey McQueen, poet and anthologist, writes a very good blog, Stoat Spring – the title comes from his poetic sequence published by Mallinson Rendel in the 1980s. Harvey ’s blog features his own poetry and comments on poetry and books by others that he shares with his friends. Harvey made the following post about my cricket poetry anthology, A Tingling Catch, on Wednesday, 8 September 2010 :
I’ve been reading and enjoying Mark Pirie’s ‘A Tingling Catch': A Century of New Zealand Cricket Poems 1864-2009. I’ve enjoyed watching the game down the decades, Lancaster Park , Seddon Park , the Basin Reserve. I’ve seen Walter Hadlee, Sutcliffe, Burtt, Motz, Richard Hadlee, Turner, Crowe et al down the years. Test matches are tests – of character, will, skill and ability.
It’s a hard game to explain though Harry Ricketts' How to Catch a Cricket Match does a fine job. In cricketing terms I’d call it a fine cover drive. Pirie begins with a poem from Brian Turner:
‘A game about which
you can know very little
and say anything
and be right sooner or later’
While Cyril Childs describes the progress of a cover drive.
'the speeding ball
rearranges the pigeons
but slightly'
Geoff Cochrane’s poem 'My Elderly Father Watches Television’ rang very appropriately:
'How can he sit there enjoying the cricket
when there’s death to think about?'
Harvey McQueen
It’s a hard game to explain though Harry Ricketts' How to Catch a Cricket Match does a fine job. In cricketing terms I’d call it a fine cover drive. Pirie begins with a poem from Brian Turner:
‘A game about which
you can know very little
and say anything
and be right sooner or later’
While Cyril Childs describes the progress of a cover drive.
'the speeding ball
rearranges the pigeons
but slightly'
Geoff Cochrane’s poem 'My Elderly Father Watches Television’ rang very appropriately:
'How can he sit there enjoying the cricket
when there’s death to think about?'
Harvey McQueen
Thanks Harvey .
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