Freedom days, freedom, free, free to do what? I am not sure, beyond pretending everything can be like before. I have left the Old World for the New World and I cannot believe in the ghosts of whatever it was…Read More
I meet Fury and Sorrow in the Inner West of Sydney. They have fled Afghanistan by different paths and means. Fury has been here six days; Sorrow six weeks. Old friends come together again.Read More
I wrote this very short and personally reflective review piece for a newspaper column last year that focussed on this kind of response to artworks. Did not make it through the editorial process but I always thought it had something special to it. Some things never fit right even when they are true…Read More
Damien Minton invited artists to reinvent Snoopy and Peanuts for a group exhibition at the Sheffer Gallery in Darlington. Somewhere along the way it became a riposte to lockdown isolation and apartness in the time of COVID-19.Read More
I did this is interview with John Cale back in 2010. It reflects on a few encounters across the years and his career up to that time.Read More
Read a fascinating piece in the Australian Financial Review by Pru Goward called ‘Why You Shouldn’t Underestimate the Underclass’. Apparently just everybody is talking about it!
Now another of her colleagues at the AFR, Crud Blower, has replied along like-minded lines to deepen the top-of-town class analysis even further.
There seems to be no stopping this neo-liberal rethink of our social ills. Caring condescension for all! Bravo! Rah rah! Read on….Read More
I wrote this reflection on Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds’ Ghosteen about a year ago for one of those 300-word column glimpses where you are meant to reflect personally on a record. My choice never got taken up because it was ‘already old’, I was told. I was supposed to choose something more of the moment. Oh well. It’s been sleeping in a computer file somewhere. I still like it. Short and sweet, as they say…Read More
I’m sitting here watching the world slide by. Tower blocks loom. It’s a beautiful day. A few kids on skateboards and scooters grind across Waterloo Fernside Skatepark in Sydney. There’s not much history to the place that I can find. Just what can be glimpsed on YouTube videos, or is writ on the wheels and memories of the kids riding now – and those before them, wherever they might be.Read More
It hurts my bones to love you.
It hurts to see the bottle-brush needles
like dried blood on the ground.
It hurts to drive in circles round my suburb
named for ashes on a field…
A story about how a vaccine shot during the pandemic transformed me into a bird.Read More
I believe in the beauty of boys,
their grace, their poetry,
their bicycles, their secret worlds…Read More