| The power of place is such that
it can centre our world. It can become a force that confines, restricts
and binds, but the same inexplicable force can also become a different
power; a centre from which a vortex of perceptive experiences grow.
Brighton is a small seaside township
near Dunedin, it is a place where James K Baxter lived and grew up as a
boy, a place that inspired Baxter, a place that became the centre of his
perceptive world, a place that was important in his writing. A place of
personal
Professor Lawrence Jones and myself
have also lived in Brighton for 20 years, in fact, close to the Bedford
Parade house that Baxter grew up in. While there are deviations in our
experiences, between us we have walked the same beaches as Baxter, paused
on the very same headlands to watch the same ocean swirl the long thick
leathers of kelp amid a frenzy of spray. Smelt the same dense vapours of
fresh salt air as the curtains drift off the ocean, climbed over the very
same sand enshrined rocks and fished in the same crystal clear pools.
Swam in the same embracing sea water, paddled in the same mysteriously
black river and hid in the hollows of the same caves. Heard the same haunting
cry of the gulls amid the rustle of flax and witnessed the same razored
gales that cut incessantly at any obstacle. In essence breathed the same
unique airs.
As a component of the Baxter Conference
held in Dunedin this year I was presented with an opportunity to work collaboratively
with Lawrence on a project called "Mythology of Place" about Baxter and
his three worlds of Brighton, Central Otago, and Dunedin. Photographically
the project involved locating and photographing areas of significance to
Baxter's poems, in some cases the exact rocks or trees that featured in
his writing. While there is the undeniable representation in the photographs
that locates them both in time and place, the real challenge was the manifestation
of Baxter's mythology in the visual image through the use of symbol, metaphor
and detail.
This we saw as an acknowledgment
of both place and heritage. Affirmation of Brighton as the centre of our
experiential vortex and also an explicit occasion to pay homage to Baxter's
legacy of mythology.
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