Snakes and Shadows: History as Poetry in Chris Tse’s Year of Snakes

Cross Tory Street head­ing toward Aro; ban­ish the Car­ri­lon’s long shad­ow behind the white-and-teal Bible Soci­ety on your left, Nurse Maude’s mosa­ic gaze upon your right shoulder. Point your nose toward Tara-Ngaki Street – “shin­ing moun­­­tain-peak” – and feel Hain­ing Street incline beneath your feet as Tory’s con­stant woosh recedes into urb­an din. The senses […]