CHRIS PRICE was born
in Auckland in 1962
and now lives in Wellington. She has masters degrees in English and
German from the University of Auckland and in creative writing from
Victoria University of Wellington. She has worked as an in-house editor
in trade publishing. From 1993 to 2000 she edited Landfall,
New Zealands longest-running literary magazine. Since 1992 she
has co-ordinated the biennial Writers and Readers Week in Wellington.
She occasionally plays percussion in an improvisational music line-up
called Waiting for Donald. Her first collection of poetry, Husk,
was published by Auckland University Press in March 2002.
While working on
the final group of poems for my first book, I stumbled on the strategy
of holding single words or phrases up to my ear like shells, and listening
for the whisper of stories they might contain. Rose and fell
was the title of a dance work by New Zealand choreographer Douglas
Wright that Id seen four years earlier. I dont recall
what brought the title to mind again in 2001, but its two contrasting
and perfectly balanced terms began to hint at a kind of fairy-tale
narrative of good and evil. Some time in the preceding year, Id
listened to Seamus Heaney reading his translation of Beowulf,
and elements of that epic (such as the figure of Grendel) also surface
in the poem. The plant mentioned is rose-root, a herb which grows
in rocky districts or on cliffs. Its root, when crushed or dried,
gives off the scent of roses.