What about the roar and thunder of the falls? How, from above, the splashes up over the lip of the rock look like icicles? What about those grey-green gums, motionless against the iron sky, or the lichen-dappled boulders, black with slime at the river?s edge? What about the roots of that fig tree, hooked into… Continue reading Waterweight
We live in a society that has no adequate images anymore, and if we do not find adequate images and an adequate language for our civilization with which to express them, we will die out like the dinosaurs. ?Werner Herzog I read The Neverending Story when I was a teenager. I hardly remember the plot… Continue reading Muzzle
It started when I was about fifteen. Behind my bedroom door and high up where I thought nobody would see it, I stood on a chair and painted right onto the wall. I painted green vines, creaking trees and flowers in bud, and down the sides of the door frame, shrieking birds circling high above… Continue reading A Study in the Art of Revolution III
When I was five, Dean B?? bullied me for my freckles. It?s my first memory of primary school. I was self-conscious about the way my skin looked for years afterwards. The comments didn?t stop as I got older, either. I remember being 13 and walking out of Middle Brighton train station in summer in a… Continue reading A Study in the Art of Revolution II
Sometimes in this sultry climate, when the words won?t come, in between the storm-shadow, the rumbling of thunder, the pouring rain outside and the drumming of water on the shower curtain, my concentration begins to slip. I know it when it starts, the way you know the scent of home. And then there?s that hot… Continue reading Arioso
When I was eight, my father took me (just me) on a four-wheel-driving trip with his cousins and their friends. Kathleen, my third cousin, and I sat in the back of one dusty, muddy Landcruiser after another as we drove along, used to the bumps and the crackle of the CB radios, colouring in our… Continue reading How does your garden grow?
1. is not a photographer. steals from the world in abstract. breaks rules. drives faster than she should. wonders about noumena. 2. built herself out of cardboard and dye. sees sound, hears colour, finds pathways in air. talks about herself in third person. can give you an explanation for anything. is probably a narcissist. 3.… Continue reading This little piggy
1. ?It?s not about me.? On July 1 in South Australia, new laws come into force which will allow the attorney-general to declare any group of people a criminal gang and prohibit them from associating with each other. If they communicate more than six times within a year, they face 5 years imprisonment. I presented… Continue reading A Study in the Art of Revolution