I generally enjoy writing reviews on Instagram (where I'm mostly active), because the strict character limit challenges me to be as concise as possible – essa may ranapiri’s ECHIDNA, however, really needs more words written about it than what will fit here. Their second collection of poetry is a vibrant combination of Greek, Christian and Māori mythological tradition, and in the vein of J.C. Sturm, many of the poems here are dedications – what ranapiri calls intertextual ‘conversations’ with a broad spectrum of literary figures.
If this all sounds a little intimidating, my first point is to make clear that no actually, it really isn’t. While ECHIDNA constantly delves into the mythological, the otherworldly, the referential, it also grounds itself with tangible, sensual details; this is, after all, the poet who gifted ‘Us As Meat Hitting Meat’ to the world. ranapiri moves fluidly between worlds - from ‘Echidna & Rona Fucking in the Back Seat of a Car While the Moon Watches’:
Echidna and Rona are pressed against
seatbelt buckles the cool of the metal torn seat
covers foam showing through
. . .
Rona becomes an arc of electricity hand in Echidna’s curls
everything is fogging up in the Moon’s light
obscuring his vision Rona free of that
alabaster pervert at last
I also really appreciate the care that goes into the overall structure of ranapiri’s collections, building a sense of repetition and familiarity throughout. Here, a recurring narrative strand depicts a ‘very hot’ relationship between Māui and Prometheus – a structural evolution of RANSACK’s series of letters to Virginia Woolf’s Orlando. This sub-narrative (running alongside that of Echidna) adds another layer of complexity to the collection, culminating in the spiralling (literally) ‘Māui Becomes Who S/He Was Meant To Be’.
With all that said, I’m definitely not ‘done’ with ECHIDNA; I look forward to exploring its intertextual connections and finding new things to appreciate about it.