section: Arts And Culture
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Gillian Bouras
- 03 December 2017
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'The Three Wise Men' was published in the Herald newspaper in 1943. It is set in the jungle of New Guinea, and is about three Australian soldiers called Jack, Bill, and Fred. It is Christmas Eve, and Jack, Bill and Fred are lost 'in the middle of New Guinea in jungle as thick as the hairs on a dog.'
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Tim Kroenert
- 29 November 2017
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When misused power remains unchallenged, it is the most vulnerable who suffer most. The truism finds acerbic embodiment in the Slovak-Czech black comedy The Teacher, whose setting in 1983 communist-ruled Czechoslovakia provides a historical backdrop that doubles as an analogy for any socio-political context where power can be a means to personal ends.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Brian Matthews
- 28 November 2017
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As a conversation opener, it wasn't that flash. I could have told Johnno that stories about the 'bloody banks' are so numerous and predictable that they're being used in sleep clinics. Still, one tries to do the right thing and so, steeling myself, I asked the crucial question. 'What's the story?'
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Talitha Fraser
- 27 November 2017
Did you see the news today? Law failed love. Let love be law.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Gillian Bouras
- 21 November 2017
16 Comments
Nana's favourites were chain-rhymed stories such as 'The Old Woman and her Pig', and 'This is the House that Jack Built', both of which I try to communicate to my grandchildren. My sister and I never realised how we were acquiring tastes for story and rhythm, or that we were exercising our young memories, our capacities for recall, as well.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Tony London
- 20 November 2017
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A suited clown took into the House of Discourse a piece of coal, its darkness shimmering, not quite the diamond it might become. It was his talisman, part of his conjuring trick, now you see it, now you don't, and he tricked them ...
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peta Yowie
- 17 November 2017
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When my auntie died, she left behind a little blue samurai fighting fish who lived in a murky tank by himself. He was a loner and a survivor, having gone days without being fed, and being ignored, as he swam in the dark waters of life all by himself.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Tim Kroenert
- 16 November 2017
2 Comments
Lately Lucky has death on his mind, and these and other various acquaintances serve as stars by which he navigates his close-held fears of impending oblivion.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Tim Kroenert
- 05 November 2017
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Detroit weaves archival footage with recreations of the racially charged 12th Street Riot of 1967, a moment poised against the civil rights movement and the disenfranchisement of urban blacks, before homing in on the incident at the Algiers motel - a cross-section within a cross-section of that moment in history, where three black citizens were beaten and killed by police.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Barnaby Smith and Earl Livings
- 03 November 2017
5 Comments
Think also of you, my father, tending to aircraft engines, or helping out on black-market runs in small cargo planes ... No action as such, though early in the war you crossed submarine-haunted seas on a troop ship, and patrolled a jungle aerodrome ...
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Andrew Hamilton
- 03 November 2017
9 Comments
More recently, Mammon has dominated the Melbourne Cup. It has been targeted by wealthy international owners and stables who buy up the most likely stayers in order to buy the result. It has also been used by corporations to fuel their engines of misery that suck money and life out of many Australian families.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chelsea Candy
- 02 November 2017
2 Comments
You'd swear a dinghy was alive. Sometimes she was sluggish and moody, refusing to set, dragging me along a grey sea. Or she hurtled like a stallion, not caring if we won or if we went over, me hanging off the side by my ankle straps, not knowing where we would end.
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