Author: Chris Wallace-Crabbe
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 04 August 2020
2 Comments
Since I'm the bloke who needs the out-of-doors. With our language made physical in gardens, those marvellous pink barred clouds and angled rays can be nothing more than merely genuine.
READ MORE 
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 02 March 2020
1 Comment
From just up here, on the lip of mountain mileage, that pooling river mouth below, half salt but also hill-fresh, could seem a lagoon. On its low point, surmounting asphalt and breaking waters, sits the verandaed pub, a focus once of holiday shorescape.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 18 November 2019
3 Comments
Staring toward the stringy picture through a linguistic lens I have begun to see that the elderly magic, deplored by most religions, was a daughter of coincidence mathematically robed in some downright glorious colours.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 17 October 2016
1 Comment
When I was a kid, I certainly knew, that a cassowary in Tinbuctoo, was able to eat a missionary, cassock, bands and hymn-book, too. Because it rhymed, it had to be true. But what on earth were those bands doing? Nothing musical, I'll be bound, And a cassock, what sort of jigger was that?
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 14 June 2016
1 Comment
Brunette or shocking white, these wallabies have their own special nook nearby, under that blackwood. Why just there, I ask myself: no particular foliage has given a meaning to the spot. Something about bone-dry shadow under those boughs appears to murmur clan or family. Yes, I know that sounds kind of patronising, but when these animals go through their routines we can see a social order clear as day.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe and Les Wicks
- 08 September 2015
2 Comments
Big daisies bulge on their bush, the lurid cyclamens are crouched in squeals of shocking pink, but raggedy scarlet geraniums have been out all winter and don’t give a stuff.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Barry Gittins, Michael Sharkey and Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 02 December 2013
3 Comments
The diggers' catchcry, liberty, saw fascism a'yawning/ enfranchisement followed suit, with racism adorning/ its streamlined passions for the cause — White Australia Policy a'borning.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 29 January 2013
2 Comments
For what, I ask you, was somebody called our saviour in the turbulent middle-east (still in trouble, of course it must be) two long Ks ago? Light flickered on dwellers in death's dark shadow yet those turbulent sandy nations truckle on, just where their ancestors ambled out of Africa toward the hideogram of history.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 08 May 2012
3 Comments
At sleep's near edge I busily ask myself — redundantly, rather — where soul might have its home: Like the golden tumbling apricots right next door attending on Christmas, my body has attained what another age would have called a certain age.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 23 August 2011
5 Comments
Even your Trinitarian faith .. Can serve as food .. For those of us who blandly lack .. Such nourishment, or at our back .. Hear the vague tread, the clickety-clack .. Of those great stories .. And gorgeous King James Bible prose.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 18 January 2011
1 Comment
It all takes place because of some geological fault. I think God understands more things than he is given credit for.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe and Margaret Cameron
- 19 October 2010
Industrious servant of excellent fame .. You sting to protect the hive, then you die ... Instinct is such an unworthy name .. Which calls a selfless attitude, a lie.
READ MORE