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If only those who send their nation’s youth to war would read Muse of Fire, World War I as seen Through the Lives of the Soldier Poets. It is both homage and horror story. It carries the reader across several fronts – the disparate journeys that led these men to the killing fields of Europe, the blood-soaked chrysalis from which the words of the war poets arose.
As winter’s chill stubbornly lingers and spring arrives in fits and starts, the weight of the long cold months still presses on many of us. Yet in the midst of this darkness, thinkers like Carl Jung remind us of the power of gratitude to shift our perspective.
Two years ago to the month, I wrote in this column of my despair and disgust of the impunity with which society leaders and politicians didn’t just shade the truth, but buried it six-feet deep and then gleefully stomped on it. In the past week, a couple of things reminded me of that piece and about the role truth plays in our public discourse. It reminded me how fragile our grasp on reality has become, and why that matters.
The recent appointment of Mikola Bychok as Cardinal caught many Australians off guard. Few are familiar with the Ukrainian Catholic Bishop from Melbourne, and his elevation challenges conventional notions of national identity, prompting reflection on who we consider 'one of us' and highlighting the Ukrainian community in Australia.
Advanced industrial societies are running out of ideas, masking stagnation with financial trickery, which is now faltering. In contrast, developing nations can clearly advance through industrial phases, especially by building infrastructure. For them, the path to improving lives is clear; for developed nations, it remains uncertain.
Australia’s gambling culture, once seasonally grounded in the Spring Racing Carnival, has become a year-round obsession. From family sweeps to the rise of betting apps, gambling has become ingrained in the nation's identity, leaving in its wake a growing crisis of addiction, debt, and societal harm.
My Dad’s Gone Away will help any young person faced with the prospect of visiting mum, dad or any close adult in jail. It is graceful and gentle but also honest. It is also a book that will help any young person who might like to consider what some other people their age might be going through.
I wish I could tell you why Nobody wants this is so funny without giving spoilers. Add to that the real tenderness between the two lovers, and you’ve got something unusual: a believable romance, funny and sometimes surprisingly honest with little moments of humility and vulnerability.
War breeds division far beyond the battlefield, fueling hatred and resentment across societies, and the conflict in Gaza has reignited long-standing animosities. As Yom Kippur approaches, its themes of repentance and forgiveness urge us to recognize the humanity in both the victims and perpetrators of conflict.
Australian writer Hal Porter once described himself as a 'watcher,' a quiet observer of life from the verandahs of his youth. Decades later, from a balcony in a Greek village, the same rhythms repeat — family conversations, street vendors, and the steady hum of village life — reminding us how time subtly transforms both what we see and how we see it.
With moments of shared perspective and common ground, the weird thing about the CBS debate the debate between the two putative vice-presidents, J.D. Vance and Tim Walz, was how civil and considerate it was and (in its way) how impressive.
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