Author: Diane Fahey

  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    The last year

    • Diane Fahey
    • 19 January 2016
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    They'd stopped by then, your half-filled crosswords with their fey surmises — inspired leaps from the backs of routine clues ... I glimpsed alcoves of dusty treasure: kris — 'Malayan dagger'; obi — 'a Japanese sash'; écus — 'old French coins'. You summoned bird names from the air: rhea, erne; had the secrets of ponds and streams at your fingertips: eft, orfe, elver ... 'open', 'small seeds'; six letters. You would have got that.

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    In memory of Leo

    • Diane Fahey
    • 24 March 2015
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    'If I'm deported back to Sri Lanka, torture is certain because I'm a Tamil.' On the day I hear of Leo's death I pass a tall maple, its star-like leaves, blood-red and flame-red, irradiated. The Australian government refused the visas applied for by Leo's family so that they might attend his funeral. As three Tamil men at a microphone sing a long hymn in Tamil the Basilica fills with an undertow of sound.

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    Sitting in a room with my mother and father

    • Diane Fahey
    • 03 February 2015
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    The wind a cool shadow felt at my back: when the sun’s blaze slams into my chest, I am held between them as if both would claim me, pass through me. So grief, with its heart-heat, its pressuring shadows, lays claim, passes into and through us.

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    Birdwatcher's odyssey

    • Diane Fahey
    • 03 May 2011
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    those hypnotic swerves, a mark of dominion like all else: its height, its eight-foot span, its primeval patience. The eagle turned, an archer's bow; became a bold emblem that could impress the red seal on a document of war; rip out an eye.

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    Shoulder angels

    • Diane Fahey
    • 14 December 2010
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    The one on the left, wearing crimson tights, promises the world, probes with his pitchfork for hidden desires, sports a prehensile tail able to wrap around your mind ... his counterpart, in snowy alb, meditates on your right shoulder, sending into your soul's bloodstream a thirst for peace ...

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    Power flowers

    • Diane Fahey
    • 10 August 2010
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    After I'd reached the Top .. why didn't they save me .. from Boardroom Rivals .. plotting to bring me down?

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    The birds I can't quite like

    • Diane Fahey
    • 25 August 2009
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    The birds I can't quite like, that symbolise .. cold self-intent, greed, the scalding primal .. writ small: drama queens and morsel-pirates .. at odds after the picnic — scraps about scraps.

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