Keywords: Rory Harris
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INTERNATIONAL
- Peter Craven
- 24 January 2025
In a second presidency begun with a spate of brash decrees — annexing Greenland, scrapping birthright citizenship — and forging odd alliances with billionaires, Donald Trump is already defying expectations. How did we reach this unsettling moment, and can America endure it?
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ARTS AND CULTURE
The green of your garden. A white box. Hive of bees. The colour of you.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Rory Harris, Grant Fraser, Lyn McCredden, Jamie Dawe
- 08 June 2021
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Into the sky, black and blue visitation by which we are blessed, or warned. Screaming like lovers en route, regal, snapping for nuts and dominance in the clattering trees.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Angela Costi
- 14 April 2020
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She is sitting on the edge of a mountain in the Annapurna, her face, away from the camera, her gaze, focused on the Lamjung peak, experiencing a moment of peace like many before and many after. The seconds could be hours could be days, the weather could be challenging or kind, she could be alone or surrounded by trekkers. It has taken careful hoarding of time and money to be sitting there framed by sky and snow.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Jeremy Gadd
- 07 April 2020
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It was summer in the midst of drought. The earth was parched, impenetrably hard, and all about leaves fell like rain, clogging gutters and the drains. Leaves fell in clouds, curled and dry, and formed a carpet across the street that crunched beneath pedestrians’ feet.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Rory Harris
- 30 March 2020
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Melbourne in summer & the weather is grand & blazing, proof that global warming is real. At my age I allow myself to be surprised.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Bill Rush, Rory Harris, Collen Keating
- 13 January 2020
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It's as though it's suddenly turned winter, the way the earth is covered over and the grey stretch of ash is drawn up to its chin like a blanket. And though it's day, the bird-less quiet is a kind of night, and everything we ever thought we knew has been turned upside down, the first now last, and the last first.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
I left the memorial and at home dug deep into the garden, stacking bricks to retain what was left of the beds, to hold back the fall of earth ...
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Rory Harris
- 18 February 2019
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On the flight out of Manila / clouds sculpt prancing herds / & then the long drive south / to a home as we know it / back to a sound of almost rain.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Colleen Keating, Joshua Ryujin, Rory Harris
- 06 August 2018
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Guided by divers and ropes, via a birth canal, from the womb of the cave in a dark mountain, through the tightness of crevasses. Hold your breath ... surrender fear ... heave in the labour from death to life. Why is it disasters create heroes?
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Rory Harris
- 22 August 2017
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tomatoes
you fade into the hospital white
above your head a row of floral Hallmark cards
as a husband’s garden once filled every available
backyard space with colour
the glasshouse arrived after retirement
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Rory Harris
- 28 November 2016
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Echuca is a string of hand held families in the sun, their floppy hats nodding over ice-creams smeared ear to ear. In Bendigo we sit on the bed eating treats from along the road. The Age is our tablecloth. The ghosts of parents past, promenade the High Street, they holidayed closer to home and always travelled with a deck of cards and a bottle in the suitcase ... Hills wrap Castlemaine, the trains have stopped running, the fruit and veg is biodynamic and the sky is scattered wool ...
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