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Was I the only Australian sufficiently outraged by the latest ABCTV 4 Corners program, 'Who Killed Mr Ward?', to put pen to paper? Too often white Australians' animals fare better than do Indigenous people. We are a racist nation.
copper bands for arthritis .. your child's latest lego .. a pile of ashes at the turn of a lane .. some small thing .. given back at last
The narrator of Philip Roth's novella The Dying Animal is self-indulgent, narcissistic, and driven by the urge to sexually conquer. The film Elegy transposes Roth's log of masculine decline into a mournful lament for the dead.
Science journalist Hannah Holmes turns a cool, scientific eye back on us, reminding us of our mammalian origins and bringing us down to size. 'Knobby', pink-skinned and ludicrously top heavy, our peculiarity is also the key to our success.
What can I do, I think, that first Sunday, other than being a nuisance at an emergency centre, or a gawker? I fall into something practical, fostering survivors' dogs and cats, and caring for bewildered companion animals who survived but whose owners didn't.
outside a rank of .. gloomy farm utes .. wide-eyed gazing .. hound dog howling .. crooning a primal .. lovelust upwards .. towards a doughy .. round of moon.
On the day the markets bled we rushed to hear Stiglitz's diagnosis. The Nobel Laureate used to be Chief Economist of the World Bank, ending his term in fisty cuffs with the IMF and the US over their financial bullying of developing nations. Stiglitz had schadenfreude written all over his face. (October 2008)
Life here leaves characters little time for introspection or philosophy. When politics finds its way into the strips, it's done in typically irreverent country style. Footrot Flats is one thing Australians could never steal from our nearby neighbours.
Much of classic Australian literature concerns itself with deepest frustration — the still birth of hopes and dreams, the futility of aspirations, a yawning emptiness at the heart of things. Louis Nowra’s new novel joins this tradition.
Marsden shows us Hamlet, Horatio and Ophelia as children playing in the forest. They discover a dying badger and agree it needs to be euthanised. Hamlet stalls.
On the day the markets bled we rushed to hear Stiglitz's diagnosis. The Nobel Laureate used to be Chief Economist of the World Bank, ending his term in fisty cuffs with the IMF and the US over their financial bullying of developing nations. Stiglitz had schadenfreude written all over his face.
The black and tan fox terrier bared its teeth and growled. Its milk-swollen underbelly let us know it had a litter nearby. We were at the farmhouse, revisiting the place where it had happened, to strip the events of their power.
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