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In Australia it would beggar belief to see elderly nuns directing garden hoses against the fires that threaten their convents. But that is what happened last week in Greece. Australia and Greece resemble each other in many ways, but not in the way they cope with fire.
Malign influences seeped into the cracks that brain damage had caused, and in his mind flowered into poisonous paranoia. I found myself facing a most complicated bereavement: mourning the living is often worse than mourning the dead.
Les Murray describes himself as a poet who is religious rather than a religious poet, and celebrates a sense of wonder and mystery. In an increasingly secular age, poetry has a new function as an alternative or complement to religion.
Australian Shareholders Association says the BrisConnections 'lifeline' offered by the Macquarie Group won't cover 'the bulk of desperate investors'. Sometimes bad things happen to good people at the mercy of the clever and the greedy.
My brother, who has been working with the SES, tells me of the eerie silence in the burnt-out bush: there are no birds. He also tells me of quirks of fate: some chooks had a miraculous escape, as did their owners, who later collected 40 eggs.
As the bush scents drift, I remember: the aroma of fish and chips floating along the platforms at Flinders Street Station; the smell of dust that heralds a storm, as moisture hits bone-dry earth. When your life is sliced in two by migration, you do not scorn nostalgia.
We know it's a suffering world. Many of us plod through a vale of tears, often forgetting to count our blessings. Yet once in a while we are stopped dead in our tracks. By the human, which occasionally turns out to be the miraculous as well.
The Rudd Government's rationale for cutting migration to Australia is economic, rather than humane. Migrants are forever tapping at the window of the past, unable to ever truly go home.
Mental illness has always been with us. Hippocrates attached melancholia to an excess of black bile. Christ cast out demons from the afflicted. My sister suicided after years of suffering, undiagnosed because of fear of stigma.
Imagine the horror of a completely silent world. The deaf person requires strategies: they must make requests, or provide tactful reminders. Lip-reading is a useful skill, but beards and moustaches can provide difficulty.
Politics is never far from the surface at the Olympics. Even at the so-called friendly Games in Melbourne in 1956, the famous 'Blood in the Water' water-polo match reflected tensions surrounding the Soviet invasion of Hungary ten days before.
'Iguanagate' pariahs Belinda Neal and John Della Bosca can hardly be compared with Bush, Blair and Howard, but they are arguably on the same continuum. Surely the notion that leadership and responsibility go together still has some meaning.
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