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Hughes was part of that movement of Australian artists and intellectuals — Germaine Greer and Clive James among them — who fled to Europe in the 1960s. Yet he was unable to escape the antipodean orbit he found arid and constricting. Australian reference points followed his pen with nagging persistence, a permanent shadowing.
There is a story that the king, having learned surfing at Bondi, introduced the sport to Tonga. I asked if he was ever fearful of sharks. 'There is nothing to fear,' he said. 'Look them straight in the eye like this!' At which he squared his shoulders in a demonstration of regal might which I shall never forget.
There's nothing to say a father who had hoped for a miracle, but instead watched his child wilt and die. His sleep is filled either with dreams where she's alive, or nightmares where he watches her die all over again. I'm not sure which would be worse: to fear going to sleep, or to regret waking up.
New York Archbishop Timothy Dolan said recently that sanctioning gay marriage could lead to demands for the legalisation of polygamy. US author Sidney Callahan argues that, gay or straight, we all strive for 'pair bonding that contributes to equality and unity'.
It is raining. The ball has doubled its weight and is like kicking a basket of wet washing. And it's slippery, like grappling a live fish. The boys have kept this bayside game going many years, but I've only rocked up in the past couple. A ball hurtling towards me from on-high raises a new set of fears.
Given that eruvs are inconspicuous, and religious freedom in Australia is a fait accompli, there can be only one explanation for the prevailing sentiment, and that is a subtle prejudice which represents the great big elephant in the room for anyone living on Sydney's North Shore.
as she lies there, somehow she feels time creeping — some inchoate sense, sense of the Grim Reaper reaping with his scathing scythe, or Father Time with a sieve ...
The video featured on this page is a substandard, pirated copy of an artist's work, posted on YouTube. For most of us, it's the only means of seeing some of the most celebrated work of one of Australia's leading emerging artists.
Peter's a sweetie with the ladies, but never got his head around the whole male bonding thing. So he sets out on a series of man-dates, with the aim of finding a friend. His first attempts are spectacular failures. And then he meets Sydney.
This time of year is marked by a fraught pre-Christmas anxiety, exacerbated this year by the economic crisis. My daughter Rachel lost her part-time job last week. Her loss is slight compared to her employer's, a young mother who works in the finance industry.
Australians see themselves more as a sunburnt people than as people of a sunburnt country. The Aboriginal smoking ceremony during the Papal Mass introduced a distinctive spirituality where reflection upon the physical environment is key. (April 1995)
Latham negotiates political ladders, lovely views at the gallery and passports to freedom.
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