Karen and I visited Lake Manokīwai (Monowai) on a trip down south and on my phone I snapped a picture of these rings, used to haul or secure things,
also forming a twisted figure eight. remake8 takes this as its image, the pair of linked circles suggesting the way our poets have allowed their poems and their talk about poems to interlock; or placed on its side it becomes a symbol for processes that stretch to infinity, like the passing of poems from hand to hand down through the ages. To jump to another association, there is a way in which remake has come full circle: linking a generation of 1960s &
1970s poets who looked to break free from the traditional bounds of poetic practice, to another new generation of the 2020s who seek to again break free from traditional shackles, each in their own way (see my ‘Holy Smoke’ in remake2 and ‘Out Here’ in this issue). For my part, as remake8 brings the present series to a close, I wish to express my gratitude and appreciation to all those who have participated, whether as contributors or as readers; and my hope is that the next remake-like project, when it occurs, will continue to honour the skilfulness and sense of shared endeavour that this series has enjoyed.