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Author: Michael Sariban

  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Vienna bronze

    • Michael Sariban
    • 14 March 2017
    3 Comments

    When she fell, at last, out of this life, I caught him as intended, solid as belief ... eyes raised, palms turned to Mecca, his fixed magnetic pole. A Vienna bronze, perhaps 1920s, most likely a Jewish workshop - a fusion of metals and cultures, before Holocaust, West Bank or Gaza; a figure in robes, on a small carpet, its yellows and reds realistically creased, his sandals ... Aesthetics ranked high in her life - a second, earthly religion - all the style she could afford in the world her parents had fled to.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Hearing God in Soviet Russia

    • Michael Sariban
    • 23 October 2012
    4 Comments

    When ideology smashed the cathedrals, turned icons into rubble, congregation into crime, religion fell down in a heap, or seemed to ... Most people believed they knew better: countless lips kept doggedly whispering the fine-print headlines of saints. If the State was a rock, religion flowed round it.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Love is the absence of reasons to hate

    • Michael Sariban
    • 29 September 2009
    2 Comments

    We've been fighting, you've been beating .. your fists against my intractable wall — your version, of course, flawed as mine .. It's taken us years to give up on logic .. to realise neither will bleed to death.

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  • CONTRIBUTORS

    Michael Sariban

    • Michael Sariban
    • 17 May 2007

    Michael Sariban is a Brisbane poet and reviewer. His most recent collection is Luxuries (Ginninderra Press), and his fifth, The Devil You Know, is nearing completion.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Russian

    • Michael Sariban
    • 18 September 2006
    1 Comment

    you are crying on your mother's lap / you are holding your father's hand, / and the rise & fall of their voices / binds you to them like blood

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