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How could they intuit the pricelessness of a warm welcome? / benign as Mugabe, market forces the not-so-new religion
The sound of the horse races is my father’s music / A soft dream hidden by ambition / take other paths or just stay put / silence(d) / beer and didgeredoo / the time it might take in getting home.
In the dreams of whales we are the sons of Ishmael, / Fleet of limb, / Sheened with droplets of water, droplets of air, / Crammed with kindnesses.
After a visit to Ngukurr in Arnhem Land, a return home to Sydney and the horrifying reality of a culture that measures progress by the extent to which humans can destroy the land.
The animated family conversation was becoming louder. Looking for signs that it was disturbing the other passengers, there was no need to worry. On a tram which was two-thirds full, almost all were staring into space, plugged into their iPods.
loitering in 'wanna' land, / like the spider with / too much caffeine, / web crazed, one leg for walking, / seven for addiction
New Year’s resolutions: 1. No more TV IQ tests that expose one’s innumeracies and estimate one’s intelligence at somewhere between a One Nation voter and a newt.
Here is a boy in a listless room, breathing ... All is quarantine. Laughter on ration ... Nothing moves except the boy's hand.
Peter Steele looks at poetry about the birds and beasts.
Poem by Barry Hill
Or is it? Gillian Bouras gardens in Greece.
Dr Seuss’ books, Peace under fire, The good life, Sidney Nolan
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