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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Kinglake undone

    • Jordie Albiston
    • 21 June 2011
    5 Comments

    Prayer has not prevailed. She sits silent without lover or friend: she slumps in her blackened skirts: she slumps in black dust: she slumps in her black that was green.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Where children used to play

    • Vin Maskell
    • 09 February 2011
    4 Comments

    After she died — her mind went first, then the rest — he moved across town, where he lived in a different type of street. A busy street with traffic and noise. No place for a street party. Once a year, though, he returns to see the next generation of neighbours. New leaves on old trees.

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  • AUSTRALIA

    Why Wattle Day should be our national day

    • Paul W. Newbury
    • 23 January 2011
    37 Comments

    Indigenous antipathy to Australia Day is deeply entrenched. Wattle as a symbol offers an alternative because it is native to this place, and it is not a memorial of our ties with Great Britain. 

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Gliding in contentment

    • Ivan Head
    • 11 August 2009

    On a streaming easy line, kilometers of small creatures' terror terrain beneath the reigning kyrios of ripped earth.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Torture is a dirty word

    • Chris Wallace-Crabbe
    • 09 June 2009

    we cannot hear the sound of blood .. nor touch those random victims who .. cry out from the very moment .. when the electrodes are applied

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  • RELIGION

    Zen Christmas

    • Sarah Kanowski
    • 22 December 2008
    3 Comments

    Silent breakfast in a still-dark zendo, mist rising on the mountains, has been replaced by a scramble against the clock, one eye on the newspaper, one hand reaching for the Weet Bix, our toddler clambering, garbage trucks screeching outside. How to find silence here?

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Comradely with Ginsberg

    • Philip Harvey
    • 21 November 2008

    Although not a beat poem, a Peter Steele poem shares Ginsberg's aesthetic of the poem as measure of breath. Breath is commanding like an original lecture, enspiriting like a true sermon, propulsive like a perfect dinner conversation.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Auctioning Jane Austen's hair

    • P. S. Cottier
    • 16 September 2008

    Do they stroke it with avid fingers, this palm tree lock that once grew from the full head of quietest genius? .. Scalping would be too much, headhunting too tropical .. but buying the hair of a dead woman you can't know .. is quite the thing

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  • AUSTRALIA

    Cheshire grin

    • Eureka Street Editor
    • 16 June 2006

    Touch of the sun, inner happiness, Germaine Greer and too much garlic.

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