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Chapter 6: Among Trees



We went ashore one morning 2011
Acrylic on canvas, 75 x 50 cm


Gregory O'Brien and John Pule
What will I find there 2011
Limited edition relief etching, 25 x 34 cm


Bell Tree/Raoul 2011
Acrylic on canvas, 61 x 45 cm



Four Poems for the Kermadecs 2011
Ink on paper, each 29.8 x 21 cm



A poem for the Kermadecs 2011
Acrylic on canvas, 40.5 x 51 cm


Chapter 7: Romantic Voyage



Romantic Voyage (Towards Raoul) 2011
Acrylic and ink on paper, 29.7 x 21 cm


Beauties of the Octagonal Pool 2011
Acrylic and ink on paper, 29.5 x 21 cm


Some places to the South and North of New Zealand 2011
Acrylic and pen on paper, 31 x 45.5 cm



Ocean Going Vessel 1 2011
Acrylic on canvas, 46 x 61 cm



Sunrise, Raoul Island as an
endangered plant species
2011
Acrylic and ink on paper 42 x 30 cm


Incident at sea 2011
Acrylic and ink on paper, 29.7 x 21 cm


Chapter 8: The invisible fathers



Seoul / A seaward glance 2010
Ink on paper, 29 x 20 cm

Seoul / Man Alone 2011
Acrylic and ink on paper, 42 x 28 cm



Poem : Two Italian Poems 2009
Ink on paper, 29 x 20 cm

Poem : Table Music 2009
Ink on paper, 29 x 20 cm



A sextant for the renavigation of the Astrolabe 2012
Acrylic on canvas, 121 x 83.5 cm


Afternote:


“After two decades away, I have lately found myself returning to the city of Auckland and environs. The Waitemata Harbour is the ‘octagonal pool’ in this book’s title ... I’ve often wondered what shape Auckland Harbour occupies in my mind. It is definitely not a rectangular, but neither is it round; ‘octagonal’ feels about right." The book is structured in 8 parts, “...remembered vistas, predominantly from an Auckland youth; other poems travel widely in space” and bring the reader up to date with O’Brien’s recent voyage to the Kermadecs. “It was staring into the glass eye of a nautical compass on the bridge of the Otago that I recognised another ‘octagonal pool’ – N. NE, E, SE, S, SW, W, W, NW – one that led off in all directions, as indeed these poems, of their own accord, seem to have done”