Showing posts with label Madeleine Marie Slavick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Madeleine Marie Slavick. Show all posts

Saturday, October 31, 2026

Mark Pirie’s new cricket book Poets XI published

In October 2026, I released my new cricket book Poets XI. Here’s the book info: 

About the book

Poets XI compiled by Mark Pirie cricket poet and editor and published by Earl of Seacliff Art Workshop is a collection of poems and unusual cricket XIs published to commemorate the Poets XI at the Longroom Basin Reserve, Sunday 31 October 2010.

Cricket historian and writer Don Neely launched the book.

The Earl of Seacliff himself was the MC at the event.

Pirie selected a team of poets on the day that had attended his launch of the book A Tingling Catch at the Basin. Poets are: Nicola Easthope, Tim Jones, Harry Ricketts, Michael O'Leary, John Ansell, Nelson Wattie, Niel Wright, David McGill, Richard Langston, Don Neely and Mark Pirie the captain.

An appendix offers some of the New Zealand literature XIs made by writers over the years. 

Poets XI is a unique piece of cricketing memorabilia.

The cover features a photo by Madeleine Slavick of Don Neely crossing the Basin taken at the event.

Poets XI is available internationally online at lulu independent bookstore Shop the Indie Online Bookstore | Lulu.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Cricket poetry in the NZ Cricket Museum Newsletter

The latest edition of the NZ Cricket Museum Newsletter, Winter/Spring 2011, includes a series of cricket poems from A Tingling Catch, further information about the museum’s touch-screen interactive project and a prose piece by Madeleine Marie Slavick on Jonny Brugh’s one-man play The Second Test (also included on the Tingling Catch blog).
You can download the newsletter as a free PDF from New Zealand Cricket’s website.
The poems from A Tingling Catch were ‘The Record’ and ‘To Bert Sutcliffe, Master Batsman’ (my own poems), 'Ken Wadsworth' by Brian Turner, ‘Poet & Cricketer’ by Ron Riddell (for the late David Mitchell) and ‘A Tribute to R J Hadlee’ by Ian Donnelly.
A further poem of mine, ‘At the Basin’ for Daniel Vettori, first published by Joseph Romanos in The Wellingtonian, was also included.
Thanks to David Mealing at the New Zealand Cricket Museum for his work on this as well as the exciting new touch-screen interactive initiative.
The New Zealand Cricket Museum now has a new website too: http://www.nzcmuseum.co.nz/


NZ Cricket Museum Newsletter
Winter/Spring 2011

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Theatre review - Jonny Brugh's The Second Test

I went along to The Second Test, Jonny Brugh’s excellent one-man play the week before Christmas. Madeleine Marie Slavick, who also went, emailed me her own review of the play. I’ll include it here as part of the “Tingling Catch” blog archive of cricket-related material:

MADELEINE MARIE SLAVICK

The One Man Test

Review of Jonny Brugh’s ‘The Second Test’, Circa Theatre,
Wellington, 7-23 December 2010

‘Courage is always original’ said Wittgenstein, and Jonny Brugh is originality, wit and versatility in The Second Test, a one-man show in which he performs as about fifteen individuals: Cricketer Bob Blair, 19-year-old Nerissa Love and her grandmother, several members of the 1953/54 New Zealand Cricket team on a ship and on the Johannesburg grounds, the then Prime Minister Sidney Holland; and over in apartheid-run South Africa, Brugh becomes an Afrikaans broadcaster, a racist assistant, and the fiercely fast and unsportsmanlike bowler Neil Adcock.
‘What are you doing here’ is asked throughout, sometimes with ‘hell’. Why play cricket, why do you love me, why wake me up in the middle of the night, why can he get away with almost ripping off my ear, why do we need to shake his hand in the rain, why do I need to bat a six to prove that I love you and why are you dead?
On the stage: a four-foot-high mock radio, a wooden chair, hat, bat, lectern, and Brugh, increasingly sweaty through the eighty minutes of the drama, especially under his right arm.
I love the peripheries of sound. In the way the Ellis Park audience, still full of goodwill on that Boxing Day, is heard, then not heard. The way Brugh creates a strong male ‘hah’ laugh that is not a laugh but an affirmation and a bit of bravado. Brugh also sounds a camera click, the rolling down of a wet car window, the kiss, and the cricket bat pecking its centre placement in the crease.
The details make us laugh. Red balls landing in open sea. ‘Whose blood is that?’ a young player asks, at bat. ‘And whose is that?’ The team is given six pairs of socks – among other cricket basics – before that pre-Christmas journey, six weeks across sea. In Melbourne, two weeks into the ride, Blair and Love (well, Brugh and Brugh) talk on the telephone about their wedding and snorkling. An hour or so before the Wellington-Auckland train, Love listens to the first test on the radio, courtesy of telegraph technology, waiting, all of her waiting, for her six.
The image, seen, unseen. There is footage of Table Mountain, the remains of the train at Tangiwai, the famous white cotton around Bert Sutcliffe’s head, the inside of which is soothed by a few glasses of necessary whiskey. What is not projected on the Circa screen is Blair travelling to the pitch through the tunnel, also famous.
Sometimes only the body can speak. When Blair hears the news of Love’s death, he wants to be in Petone, where the Blair and Love families live, but Petone is six sea-weeks away. Stuck, distraught, he then needs solace, and several hours of tea. When courage can come, his body wants to be ‘useful’, so he walks unannounced through that tunnel and into Ellis Park, where he and Sutcliffe can cry, unashamed. As New Zealand teammates in the pavilion, though unable to meet each other’s eye. As many in the South African and international audience. The love in this test goes beyond the Blair-Love to the whole glory of sport, which urges us to be our most courageous and most vulnerable, our most spontaneous and most original.
As a release, at the end of the evening, we see the New Zealand team lighter, together, in one pool, swimming. Maybe all of us ready, for other kinds of tests.

Review © Madeleine Marie Slavick

Madeleine Marie Slavick, an author based in Wellington, attended the 14 December 2010 performance of The Second Test. A teenage athlete of basketball and baseball/softball, she came to the game of cricket through Mark Pirie’s book, A Tingling Catch, which collects poetry and song from about 150 years of the game http://tinglingcatch.blogspot.com/2010/11/madeleine-marie-slavick-tingling-day.html.
Sources: ‘What Are You Doing Out Here’ (2010) by Norman Harris, and conversations with David Mealing, curator of the
New Zealand Cricket Museum. This article is forthcoming in the Museum newsletter.

Jonny Brugh's The Second Test, Circa Theatre,
7-23 December 2010

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Madeleine Marie Slavick - A Tingling Day

Here's comment on the launch of A Tingling Catch from Madeleine Marie Slavick:

MADELEINE MARIE SLAVICK

A Tingling Day

Springtime, Sunday. We see him in a field of grass, of thoughts. Don Neely is alone, except for a few stray pigeons and one empty bottle, which he picks up. ‘This is my second home,’ he says, walking in from the middle of the gloriously green Basin Reserve, one of the most famous cricket grounds in New Zealand.
Paddianne Neely walks the inside rooms in much the same way. She leads me through photographs of test matches she and Don have compiled, and mementos of the various teams around town. All the while, she straightens a frame or two.
Springtime, Sunday, but I walk through Basin Reserve almost every day as I go into town. I choose it for the burst of green, the hills beyond, the open wind. And for the love of sport, for the way it urges us to be our best.
Curator David Mealing loves cricket for the aesthetics, poet Harry Ricketts for the story, journalist Richard Langston for the ‘mind on mind’, and with the publication of ‘A Tingling Catch’, anthologist Mark Pirie can acknowledge many great things at once: New Zealand cricket, poetry, his hometown of Wellington, and his team of 75 writers.
‘A Tingling Catch’ is the first anthology of New Zealand cricket poems (and songs), representing almost 150 years of cricket history. It took five years for Pirie to complete.
Michael O’Leary performs ‘Hey man, Wow!’, Tim Jones decodes ‘the mysteries of swing’ while Pirie himself writes of ‘the hush’, the ‘melancholy bat’, ‘cold stats’, ‘time stuck in the pavilion’ and ‘the legacies left behind’. His ‘Cricket Man’ opens, ‘At twilight see him there. / Miles from where he began / Miles from where he trained. / He’s playing the game he loves.’
Springtime, Sunday. At the book launch in the Long Room of the Basin Reserve, Don Neely takes the New Zealand Cricket tie off his neck and presents it to Mark Pirie, as if to say, ‘welcome to my team of players.’
  

Don Neely, Basin Reserve © Madeleine Marie Slavick

A Tingling Catch
A Century of New Zealand Cricket Poems, 1864-2009
Edited by Mark Pirie
Foreword by Don Neely
Wellington: HeadworX, 2010
ISBN 978-0-473-16872-8
189 pages

Thanks to Mark Pirie, cricket historian Don Neely, archivist Paddianne Neely and New Zealand Cricket Museum Curator David Mealing. Written by Madeleine Marie Slavick, an author based in Wellington.