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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Tim Kroenert
- 12 July 2012
2 Comments
The therapist's office is a place where frankness is imperative, and self-examination an artform. Among the current batch of patients are a displaced Indian widower, and a gay teen with a self-destructive streak. The audience is left to ponder whether the doctor or the patient is the more deeply disturbed.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Helena Kadmos
- 11 July 2012
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When my father was born his parents named him Adonis, but for the first few years he was called Adonaki, Little Adonis. I picture him standing in the classroom on a fruit box, with his dark curly hair. His hair is still curly if it gets long enough, but it is very soft and silvery. He listens as I read this story to him and he wants to set some things straight.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
I want you to list the epiphanies in your lives, says the lecturer. We'll build poems around them... I ponder, but cannot manage to think of one. Does he really believe people have several? My extra years are like binoculars peered through from the wrong end, shrinking past significance to present inconsequence.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Ellena Savage
- 06 July 2012
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Letting languages disappear is a crime against humanity, asserted a recent article. But reader comments shouted that if a language could not keep up – or rather, if the language was not English – it should die, die, die, as though it were a simple matter of natural selection.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Tim Kroenert
- 05 July 2012
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Young playboy Jonah learns he has testicular cancer and will be infertile within a matter of weeks. His only shot at biological fatherhood is to get a woman pregnant, soon. Initially there is a glib desperation to this veritably existential quest. But Jonah soon appreciates that parenthood is not something to be entered into lightly.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Andrew Hamilton
- 04 July 2012
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I have always associated Peter with words like chivalrous, knightly, courtly and courteous. He was courteous and elegant in conversation, listening intently to even the most inarticulate of people. But knights’ business is to fight.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Brendan Byrne
- 04 July 2012
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'And the Word became flesh and pitched his tent among us, and we saw his glory, full of grace and truth' (John 1:1, 14). In the second-last conversation I had with Peter, we agreed that that text should be the Gospel for his Requiem. There is a sense, I’m sure, in which every poem that Peter wrote was an instance of the Word becoming flesh.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Jim McDermott
- 04 July 2012
About four years ago I had the great pleasure to spend four days with Peter Steele while he was at Georgetown. Hearing that he had died, I went back to those interviews, hours and hours we spent on things like the first time he read Billy Collins, growing up in Perth, unexpected blessings, and the never-ending catalogue of characters and words that fascinated and delighted him.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Jim McDermott
- 04 July 2012
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While interviewing Peter in his office at Georgetown University in Washington in 2009, Jim McDermott SJ made audio recordings of Peter reading a selection of his poems.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peter Steele
- 03 July 2012
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Here's the mint still on my hands. A wreath, so Pliny thought was 'good for students, to exhilarate their minds'. Late in the course, I’ll settle for a sprig or two.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Philip Harvey
- 03 July 2012
7 Comments
More than once I observed him walking from the Medley Building of the University of Melbourne to Newman College reading a book, not looking up. It was the book leading the human through the everyday world.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Michael Kelly
- 02 July 2012
10 Comments
However sunny the greeting, beneath the exterior there lurked in Peter Steele an acute familiarity with the dark side. Nicknamed 'Stainless' early in life, the swashbuckling gait and swaggering style masked all that he knew and felt of life’s grimier parts.
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