The Volcanos of New Zealand

Auckland Field (New Zealand: 36.90S, 174.87E).
Auckland Field is a volcanic field with evidence of volcanic activity in the past 2,000 years

Mount Egmont (for John Percival, Second Earl of Egmont ((1711-1770)) (New Zealand: 39.30S, 174.07E).
Mount Egmont (8,261 ft. /2,518 m.) also known as Tananaki, is a stratovolcano that began forming over 70,000 years ago. Radiocarbon dating indicates eruptions from at least 3050 B.C. to 1500, with tree rings dating more recent eruptions in approximately 1655 and 1755.

Kaikone (New Zealand: 35.30S, 173.90E).
Kaikone – Bay of Islands (1,273 ft. / 388m.) is a volcanic field with indication of volcanic activity in the past 2,000 years.

Kaokohe-Bay of Islands (New Zealand: 35.30S, 173.90E)

Maroa (New Zealand: 38.42S, 176.08E).
Maroa (3,793 ft. / 1,156 m.) is a composed of calderas which have likely experienced volcanic activity in the past 2,000 years.

Mayor I. (New Zealand: 37.28S, 176.25E).
Mayor Island (1,165 ft. / 355 m.) is a Holocene shield volcano with no record of eruptions in historic time.

Okaataina (Maori oka, “to prick,” taina, “younger sibling”) (New Zealand: 38.12S, 176.50E).
Okataina (3644 ft. /1,111 m.) includes the Haroharo caldera and the Haroharo and Tarawera rhyolite dome complexes. The earliest recorded eruption occurred in 1886 from fissure vent Tarawera (Maori tara, “peak,” wera, “hot”), when 153 people died, buried by ash. All but six were Maoris. Four lost their lives in a 1903 eruption, and two in that of 1917. Most twentieth-century eruptions come from Echo Crater of Waimangu (Maori wai, “water”, mangu, “black”). The most recent eruption occurred in 1973.

Reporoa (Maori repo, “swamp”, roa, “long”) (New Zealand: 38.42S, 176.33E).
Reporoa (1,942 ft. /592 m.) is a caldera with likely volcanic activity in the past 2,000 years.

Rotorua (Maori roto, “lake”, rua, “second”) (New Zealand: 38.08S, 176.27E).
Roturua (2,484 ft. /1,757 m.) is a Pleistocene caldera with geysers.

Ruapehu (Maori rua, “hole,” “chasm,” pahu, “drum”) (New Zealand: 39.28S, 175.57E).
Ruapehu (9,174 ft. /2,797 m.) is an andesite stratovolcano and is the tallest mountain on North Island. The earliest recorded eruption occurred in 1861, but radiocarbon and ash layer datings indicate four eruptions before this; the first in approximately 7840 B.C. Since then there have been over 50 eruptions recorded, most recently in September of 1995. Although there was no eruption, 151 died in 1953 when the summit crater lake drained following the collapse of an ash barrier retaining it. A mudflow swept away part of Tangiwi Bridge just before the arrival of the Wellington-Auckland express. The locomotive, tender, and five cars plunged into the river.

Rumble I (New Zealand: 35.50S, 178.87E).
Rumble I (-3610 ft. /-1,100 m.) is one of five volcanic centres on White Island. There is evidence of activity in the last 10,000 years, but no record of historic eruptions.

Rumble II (New Zealand: 35.43S, 178.65E).
Rumble II (-2,890 ft. / -880 m.) is one of five volcanic centres on White Island. There is evidence of activity in the last 10,000 years, but no record of historic eruptions.

Rumble III (New Zealand: 35.74S, 178.48E).
Rumble III (460 ft. / -880 m.) is one of five volcanic centres on White Island. It is the most active volcano on the island with recorded eruptions in 1958, 1963, 1970, 1973 and most recently, in 1986.

Rumble IV (New Zealand: 36.22S, 178.05E).
Rumble IV (-1,480 ft. / -450 m.) is one of five volcanic centres on White Island. There is evidence of activity in the past 10,000 years, but no record of historic eruptions. Fumaroles have been detected at Rumble IV.

Rumble V (New Zealand: 36.14S, 178.05E).
Rumble V (-3,610 ft. / -450 m.) is one of five volcanic centres on White Island. There is evidence of activity in the past 10,000 years, but no record of historic eruptions. Fumaroles have been detected at Rumble V.

Taupo (Maori, “cloak”) (New Zealand: 38.82S, 176.00E).
Taupo (2,494 ft. / 760 m.) is a caldera. Radiocarbon datings reveal around 25 eruptions from approximately 9850 B.C. through 180 A.D., with ash layer dating showing a later eruption in A.D. 210. New Zealand was still uninhabited then, so there were no casualties. Although there was no eruption, 63 perished in 1846 when a mudflow destroyed the village of Te Heu Heu, a famous Maori chieftain.

Tongariro (Maori tonga “south wind,” riro “to come away”) (New Zealand: 39.13S, 175.64E).
Tongariro (6,487 ft. /1,978 m.) is a compound stratovolcano composed of several volcanic cones. The volcanic centre is largely composed of four andesite massifs: Kakaramea, Pihanga, Tongariro and Ruapehu. The Ngauruhoe (Maori nga, “the,” uru, “descendants,” hoe, “paddle”) is the youngest vent and the most active volcano in New Zealand. The earliest recorded eruption occurred in 1839. There have been nearly 70 eruptions since then, most recently in 1977.

Whale I. (New Zealand: 37.52S, 177.18E).
Whale Island (1,142 ft. / 348 m.) is a Pleistocene fumarole complex volcano with no record of eruptions in recent time.

White I. (New Zealand: 37.52S, 177.18E)
White Island (1,053 ft. / 321 m.) is the summit of two overlapping stratovolcanoes. The subject of Maori legends, the earliest recorded eruption occurred in 1826. There have been over 35 eruptions since then, making it one of New Zealand’s most active volcanoes. In 1914 an avalanche of debris killed 11 sulfur workers, although no actual eruption occurred then. The most recent eruption took place in June of 1995.

From the book: The Volcano Registry by Harris M. Lentz III

Cool with a hint of danger

Cool with a hint of danger
That was cool

Cool was – you seem OK
But don’t come near

Cool was sexy, terrifying, wise
You sought out its friendship for reassurance

Cool was above Class
It was a jazz king

Cool now is anything that pleases
It’s materialistic and selfish

Anything that works for you is cool
A foil-wrapped consumable made to please everybody

Little Dancer

What is truth little dancer
– It’s what everyone looks for
But never finds
Because someone buys them out

What is truth little dancer
– It’s what would save everyone
If they found it
But they sell out

They sell their souls
Nearly every one
For a pinch of salt
For a feeling of goodness
A charade

Build on that if you can
Little dancer
Pirouetting on the ice-skates
In the arena

Sell your soul for a twirl
Give your heart away
For a somersault on the ice
What are the judge’s scores?

Not bad
Does it make you feel better?
Are you in with a chance?

Will you be
With Lots wife
In the hall of salt

What is truth?
– It would save you

Little dancer
From the burning city

Tornado woman

Obsession is a tornado of a woman
She entered the town square where coffee was free
And tore up the benches and the pavements
And rooted herself there like a tree

Tornado woman, once I reached out to you
You took the skin off of my hand
You blew through my hair howling
Then I was lifted up from the cold hard land

I weep for the tornado woman
Even though we are hardly ever apart
Even though I am known in your dreams, whirling and spinning
I’ve made no impression on your heart

Self-portrait

I will go to the barbers, I will sit down in the chair
I will be confronted by the image there

In a grey and shiny mirror, in a theatrical glowing light
I will see my every wrinkle and blemish in my sight

Every bit of puffy flesh, the twisted mouth and jowl
The gooey eyes so sad, I’m like a coal sack in a chair

In the light that highlights the haircut as it forms
But not the man sitting there deformed

So I’ll spend the time averting worried eyes
From the big dark mirror in the barber’s dive

Until the barber picks up the looking glass
And asks me to admire his work, front and back

I will nod assent and move my lips and pay
Then I will be relieved to make my getaway

If you destroy the olive tree

And when in war you tread
With a helmet on your head
Though you’re fighting to be free
Propaganda led
Through fires of frightening flame
And the enemy who has no name
As your planes scream overhead
And you’re surrounded by the dead
Keep an open door
There really is no need
Why should you make war upon the Olive tree?

Can you stand there and be free
While you allow the olive tree
to Burn
Hear hungry civilians cry
Begging in the street
And learn
To keep an open door
It’s something you must let be
For why should you make war upon the olive tree?

Didn’t God himself make it stand in the field?
Didn’t God himself bless it and its yield?

And when the war is done
And the enemies are on the run
You may have victory
You may see the sun
But you’ll never have your peace
You’ll never be completely free
If you go too far a fighting
And you destroy the olive tree

For AuAu

Oh teacher take me thru the maze of love

Oh teacher, take me thru the maze of love
Your knowledge is unlimited my experience is small
With you, I can begin until I’ve learnt it all
Its labyrinthine halls are awesome in the endless corridors
The windowless rooms are frightening, what’s behind those locked doors

Oh teacher, take me thru the maze of love
Once I followed a phantom who was dancing in a daze
Beneath the stars, she left me wandering in the maze
With my heartbroken and my dreams in shreds
I never found the exit from the nightmares in my head

Oh teacher, take me thru the maze of love
Take me safely to the centre, guide me to the heart
Return me back to safety back to where we start
With the cross in my left hand, I will dance
With the sceptre in my right hand, I will sing

Once there was a Minotaur who lived behind the trees
Who accepted me as a sacrifice in his labyrinth overseas
He locked me in his dungeon where I heard the screams
Of all the burning offerings created from my dreams

Oh teacher, take me thru the maze of love
Leave not from veins a trail of blood
Stud the sun with diamond stars leaf the moon with gold
Guide me through the storms when loves image turns to mud

Oh teacher, take me thru the maze of love
Drag me on a burning bier drawn by a unicorn
Around the atlas of her face and the pitfalls of her form
Take me to her heart of hearts where the world was born

Oh teacher, take me thru the maze of love
Oh teacher, take me thru the maze of love

It’s you, my love,

It’s you, my love,
It’s you who are the teacher
It’s you, my love
It’s you who art the preacher

Right down all history
Two sides of love are sown
Together as the human form
Made of water, made of stone

Preach to me with your reason
About what’s right and wrong
How love must abide by rules
How you must be strong

Then teach me the reality
That breaks all rules apart
And heals all of the memories
Inside a broken heart

It’s you, my love
It’s you who are the teacher
It’s you, my love
It’s you who art the preacher

Teach to me the reality
That breaks down all the walls
And makes a bed of roses
From the springtime to the fall

Building walls around the cities
To save the ones within
To fight off the invaders
Made of madness, made of sin

Two song lyrics inspired by Leonard Cohen a bit.

Ruining the earth

Genesis
20 And God said, “Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the vault of the sky.”
21 So God created the great creatures of the sea and every living thing with which the water teems and that moves about in it, according to their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw that it was good.
22 God blessed them and said, “Be fruitful and increase in number and fill the water in the seas, and let the birds increase on the earth.”
23 And there was evening, and there was morning—the fifth day.
24 And God said, “Let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds: the livestock, the creatures that move along the ground, and the wild animals, each according to its kind.” And it was so. 25 God made the wild animals according to their kinds, the livestock according to their kinds, and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.

19 Now the Lord God had formed out of the ground all the wild animals and all the birds in the sky. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name.
20 So the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds in the sky and all the wild animals.

Noah and the Flood
7 The Lord then said to Noah, “Go into the ark, you and your whole family, because I have found you righteous in this generation. 2 Take with you seven pairs of every kind of clean animal, a male and its mate, and one pair of every kind of unclean animal, a male and its mate, 3 and also seven pairs of every kind of bird, male and female, to keep their various kinds alive throughout the earth. 4 Seven days from now I will send rain on the earth for forty days and forty nights, and I will wipe from the face of the earth every living creature I have made.”
5 And Noah did all that the Lord commanded him.
6 Noah was six hundred years old when the floodwaters came on the earth. 7 And Noah and his sons and his wife and his sons’ wives entered the ark to escape the waters of the flood. 8 Pairs of clean and unclean animals, of birds and of all creatures that move along the ground, 9 male and female, came to Noah and entered the ark, as God had commanded Noah. 10 And after the seven days the floodwaters came on the earth.
11 In the six hundredth year of Noah’s life, on the seventeenth day of the second month—on that day all the springs of the great deep burst forth, and the floodgates of the heavens were opened. 12 And rain fell on the earth forty days and forty nights.
13 On that very day Noah and his sons, Shem, Ham and Japheth, together with his wife and the wives of his three sons, entered the ark. 14 They had with them every wild animal according to its kind, all livestock according to their kinds, every creature that moves along the ground according to its kind and every bird according to its kind, everything with wings. 15 Pairs of all creatures that have the breath of life in them came to Noah and entered the ark. 16 The animals going in were male and female of every living thing, as God had commanded Noah. Then the Lord shut him in.
17 For forty days the flood kept coming on the earth, and as the waters increased they lifted the ark high above the earth. 18 The waters rose and increased greatly on the earth, and the ark floated on the surface of the water. 19 They rose greatly on the earth, and all the high mountains under the entire heavens were covered. 20 The waters rose and covered the mountains to a depth of more than fifteen cubits. 21 Every living thing that moved on land perished—birds, livestock, wild animals, all the creatures that swarm over the earth, and all mankind. 22 Everything on dry land that had the breath of life in its nostrils died. 23 Every living thing on the face of the earth was wiped out; people and animals and the creatures that move along the ground and the birds were wiped from the earth. Only Noah was left and those with him in the ark.
24 The waters flooded the earth for a hundred and fifty days.

When you lay siege to a city for a long time, fighting against it to capture it, do not destroy its trees by putting an axe to them, because you can eat their fruit. Do not cut them down. Are the trees people, that you should besiege them?

Deuteronomy 20:20
However, you may cut down trees that you know are not fruit trees and use them to build siege works until the city at war with you falls.

Deuteronomy 22:6
If you come across a bird’s nest beside the road, either in a tree or on the ground, and the mother is sitting on the young or on the eggs, do not take the mother with the young.

Revelation 18
The nations were angry, and your wrath has come.
The time has come for judging the dead,
and for rewarding your servants the prophets
and your people who revere your name, both great and small—
and for destroying those who destroy the earth.”

In view of what has been happening to the planet with the extinction and destruction of life on the earth and of how so many are disgusted by it, I thought it pertinent to look up and post some relevant passages for you to see.

A suitable case for treatment

I left the house of childhood
In a coat of black porcupine quills
I had a builder’s brick to chew on
I came from the cement floor of the new crematorium build
I crawled into the hedge like a slug

It was the sun on a cold day
Not a kiss, not a hand to hold, not an embrace
But the sun on a cold day
That made me cry for my

Lonely skater on the ice rink of a dream
Of a crushed matchbox
With a soul inside that had no eyes

It was the sun on a cold day
A replacement for
Bubbles and froth and mumbled baby words
Taken like bits of cheese by rats in a slum
Into the human shadows of hunger

And that was that
They removed the food from my plate
And substituted dead flies
They pushed me under the factory machine
Like a gum wrapper

I began to search for a name
For the sunshine on a cold day
For its tepid heat against my tears

And that was that
I was promoted to the dole queue
In the sun on a cold day

Jag lämnade barndomens hus
I ett skikt av svart Porcupine spolar
Jag hade en byggmästare tegel att tugga på
Jag kom från cementgolvet i den nya krematorium bygga
Jag kröde in i häcken som en snigel
Det var solen på en kall dag
Inte en kyss, inte en hand att hålla, inte en omfamning
Men solen på en kall dag
Det fick mig att gråta för min
Lonely skater på isbanan i en dröm
Av en krossad tändsticksask
Med en själ inuti som inte hade några ögon
Det var solen på en kall dag
En ersättning för
Bubblor och skum och mumlade baby ord
Tas som bitar av ost av råttor i ett slummen
I människans skuggor av hunger
Och det var att
De bort maten från min tallrik
Och substituerade döda flugor
De sköt mig under fabriken maskinen
Som ett tuggummi omslag
Jag började söka efter ett namn
För solskenet på en kall dag
För sin ljummet värme mot mina tårar
Och det var att
Jag befordrades till Dole kö
I solen en kall dag

मैंने बचपन का घर छोड़ दिया
काले साही quills के एक कोट में
मैं एक बिल्डर की ईंट पर चबाना था
मैं नए श्मशान निर्माण के सीमेंट मंजिल से आया था
मैं एक स्लग की तरह बचाव में रेंगते
यह एक ठंडे दिन पर सूरज था
नहीं एक चुंबन, नहीं एक हाथ पकड़, नहीं एक गले लगाने के लिए
लेकिन एक ठंडे दिन पर सूरज
कि मुझे मेरे लिए रोना
एक सपने के आइस रिंक पर अकेला स्केटर
एक कुचल माचिस की
अंदर एक आत्मा के साथ कि कोई आंखें थी
यह एक ठंडे दिन पर सूरज था
के लिए एक प्रतिस्थापन
बुलबुले और झाग और मुंहासों बच्चे के शब्द
एक झुग्गी बस्ती में चूहों द्वारा पनीर के बिट्स की तरह लिया
भूख के मानव छाया में
और वह था कि
उन्होंने मेरी थाली से खाना हटा दिया
और मृत मक्खियों को प्रतिस्थापित किया
उन्होंने मुझे फैक्ट्री मशीन के नीचे धकेल दिया
एक गम रैपर की तरह
मैं एक नाम के लिए खोज करने के लिए शुरू किया
ठंड के दिन धूप के लिए
मेरे आंसुओं के खिलाफ अपनी गुनगुना गर्मी के लिए
और वह था कि
मैं डोले कतार में पदोन्नत किया गया था
ठंड के दिन धूप में

In The Hydraulic Power Station

Walking down Narrow Street
Tall thin words
Climb out of our mouths
Like flying cymbals

I glimpse the dark flowing river
Through a letterbox
It’s high tide and the waves
Crash against the creaky wood

A violin scare like a centipede
Fits between us
It jumps into the river with a splash

You are plagued by the weakness of the moon
That floats in your blood
Like ice melting in hot water

The diminished chord of your eyes
Encloses a yearning
That envelopes itself in your pale flesh

On the Thames walkway now
I’m like a riverboat tethered to you by a long rope
I can’t get near you
I can’t get away from you

This dotted line of love
Is weakened again and again
By a heavyweight of teachings
That swings to-and-fro in our air

From a broad sweeping view of the river
Down a narrow fenced walkway
Your thoughts are channeled
They pinpoint a point in the perspective
Like a single crochet jumping up and down

The pubs we pass by
None of them suits our purpose
Like smoky clefts in the rivers ribs
Sudden orchestral sounds amid the silences

In the hall of the Hydraulic Power Station
We take our seats
The church organ of your voice
Starts from a whisper and rises
Like an angel into the vault

It’s here I fear
that I fear that my own music
Rides faster and louder like the high tide
That your little song is an Ophelia in the water
It’s here I realise
That the beat of my song
Flows around your rock in silent fury
That you stand immobile
Like a colossal limestone statue
In the ebb and flow of the tide
The spidery notes of my feelings
Carry you on a byre

I am self-contained
Like a ship on the water
Floating in your dry dock

At high tide you are safe
Behind the river walls
While my crow’s nest of dreams collides with meteorites
You face white as porcelain
Your eyes brimming with floodwaters
That returns to their secret channels

On the hydraulic station spiral staircase
You have to try the locked door
That overhangs the void
You climb to the rooftop
To see over the city
And there you take flight
With gull-like thoughts

In the hydraulic station
You slip between machines
Like an art video
Conveyed like the twine of DNA
Twisting out into the air again
Becoming a face blown like paper
Into a fourth dimension
Through the drone of machines
In my imagination

In the hydraulic station
Though I look for you
You are in front of me
On the winding staircase to the roof
In the basement installation
In the hall of machines
I look up to you
Like Paul the apostle
At the blinding light
I look for you
You blind me with
Biblical words
You shimmer like the moon
In a silver cup of water
Your eyes are buttons
Sown to your past
Leaking tears from a great sea

In the hydraulic power station
Great greased shafts of steel
Trumpet of piston
In church lights
Working song
You are its lost beating heart of loneliness

You are its warm blood of isolation
Living in this past
Almost as past as the past
You are its flesh of history
Its bygone times appear in you
You appear in its bygone times
Of existence and non-existence
Of separateness and knowledge
From the wild you are there
In front of me
In touch with only your voice
In touch with only your eyes
Missing like an orphaned runaway
Real like the bars of a chorale

In the hydraulic power station between
Real heavy machinery
You oscillate like a star