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Are you the rain my Grandma knew so well? .. You're cold enough and sharp enough, my friend .. Perhaps you're rushing from the same wet hell .. Perhaps you're lines some minor devil penned.
Australia leads the world in mammalian extinction and in threatened species. The rag-tag group of contributors to Boom & Bust provide a timely scientific reminder that the fate of birds is inextricably tied to our own.
Sitting inside a purpose-built cell within Burma's notorious Insein prison, Suu Kyi today turns 64. Despite the 'bells and whistles' of a Burmese court, Suu Kyi is unlikely to receive a fair trial and will likely spend the next few years in prison.
It is a useful truth that every real feat is built on a mountain of failures. The price for poetry's occasional power is the ocean of self-indulgent, mewling muck produced and published annually under the tattered banner of the Poem.
The outbreak of swine flu has crossed the species barrier and spread quickly from human to human. Amid the general gloom, medical companies' stocks have risen since Monday, particularly those which produce ant-virals.
Manny, terrified and bewildered, clutches a crucifix and prays, while lawyers spew jargon-laden bile at one another. It might seem strange to invoke a Hitchcock film at Easter, but we can see a similar horror at work in the trial of Jesus.
My brother, who has been working with the SES, tells me of the eerie silence in the burnt-out bush: there are no birds. He also tells me of quirks of fate: some chooks had a miraculous escape, as did their owners, who later collected 40 eggs.
In contrast to tabloid television coverage of fires, Lohrey's writing explains much of our relationship to the bush. Like plaques in town halls honouring fallen soldiers, the task of rebuilding devastated communities is embedded in the national psyche.
Fires and floods, murderous cyclones, unprecedented storms — none of them confined to their time honoured places and seasons. Nature is no longer our familiar element and our inspiration. It's running amok.
Adelaide has a large, country-town feel about it. Sputes (sports utes) abound and the word 'bogan' is a term of endearment. The mullet hair cut, check shirt and ugg boots have never really gone out of fashion here. These are my people.
the wood-chip mills with gaping jaws strip chew and spit out forests ... protestors gather in city parks to march with banners — promises are processed — pulped (February 2008)
As I walk the streets of Manhattan, things seem much the same as always. Yet newspapers are peppered with references to the market 'cratering', a term that conjures the desolate landscape of the moon. A friend suggested another interpretation: 'A crater is what's left after a massive explosion.'
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