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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Ash Wednesday 1983

    • Marlene Marburg and Grant Fraser
    • 17 February 2009
    2 Comments

    flame .. Might ignite the instant .. And go wildly on the palsy of the wind .. So that a shock of parrots thunders forth .. Spewing slipstreams of fire .. A vomitus of barbary sparks .. So that our lungs are cooped with ash

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    When Leonard Cohen prays

    • Tim Kroenert
    • 13 February 2009
    13 Comments

    The world of pop music is dominated by prettiness and skin-deep perfection. In that context, Cohen's greatness is not instantly discernable. Lately a Buddhist, he has spent his latter years in study of religion — 'But cheerfulness keeps breaking through.'

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    Bushfire TV

    • Tim Kroenert
    • 12 February 2009
    3 Comments

    Kevin Rudd controversially told Channel Nine's Today show that the Victorian firebugs had committed 'mass murder'. Grief and anger compete during such times, and for armchair critics it is often all too easy to take the moral high ground.

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    When nature is the enemy

    • Brian Matthews
    • 11 February 2009
    7 Comments

    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.

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    Asylum for an exile at home

    • Kevin Gillam and Ben Hession
    • 10 February 2009

    your community is at call and liberty ... stands o'er an alien harbour ... the land of promise wherein thou art a stranger

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    On Calvin, soaps and international Scrabble

    • Brian Matthews
    • 06 February 2009

    'Toxic feedback' is an occupational hazard for columnists. You learn to ignore the aspiration of some readers to see you fed to sharks or eviscerated in public, but the pedants are harder to cop.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    How to escape the hell of suburbia

    • Tim Kroenert
    • 05 February 2009
    6 Comments

    Never mind purgatory: suburbia is hell, barbed with tedious career obligations, awash with too-bright light that leaves the skin looking transluscent, and populated with overly-cheerful, deluded demons. I was raised in the 'burbs, and still live there.

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    On not beating cancer

    • Brian Doyle
    • 04 February 2009
    13 Comments

    A nun once said cancer is a dance partner you don't like, but with whom you have to dance, and either you die or the cancer fades into the darkness at the other end of the ballroom. The words we use about cancers and wars matter more than we know.

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    Poems about Gaza

    • Anne Benjamin and Deborah Ruiz Wall
    • 03 February 2009
    1 Comment

    phosphorus .. above empty streets .. politicians promise .. vengeance will bring peace

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    Obama vs the 'ethic of greed'

    • Bruce Duncan
    • 30 January 2009
    6 Comments

    Obama embraced Christianity because of his involvement with church groups, sustaining the moral vision of oppressed blacks. He has sketched a vision of social renewal that overlaps closely with Catholic and Christian social thought.

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    Redeeming the all-American racist

    • Tim Kroenert
    • 29 January 2009
    4 Comments

    To be fair, Walt dislikes everybody. He dismisses the local priest as an 'overeducated 27-year-old virgin' and spews vile, xenophobic slander towards his Hmong refugee neighbours. Walt respects those who can give as good as they get.

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    The persistence of memory

    • Gillian Bouras
    • 28 January 2009
    5 Comments

    As the bush scents drift, I remember: the aroma of fish and chips floating along the platforms at Flinders Street Station; the smell of dust that heralds a storm, as moisture hits bone-dry earth. When your life is sliced in two by migration, you do not scorn nostalgia.

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