Ten Poems about Highways and Birds…via negativa
Crows commute, heads down, their line of black Fords slow but steady. A heron keeps his Bentley in low gear.
Crows commute, heads down, their line of black Fords slow but steady. A heron keeps his Bentley in low gear.
Margarets has been a work in progress over many years by the Reverend H. D. Dennis who was born in Rolling Fork, Mississippi in 1916. The min building has a long verandah fronted by a scattering of signs and sculptures across the front of the block. To one side is a jumbled and half-built, half-wrecked and slowly collapsing tower and an old bus which served, or may still serve, as a Chapel from which the good Reverend H D Dennis preaches.
The Zanzibar Leopard, Panthera pardus adersi, is an elusive and possibly extinct subspecies endemic to Unguja (Zanzibar) Island. It has presumably been evolving in isolation from other leopards since at least the end of the last Ice Age.
For a country blessed with immense environmental and cultural diversity we drastically undershoot the mark with adventurous and insightful writing about nature and life on this continent. Two recent collections of nature writing, both from other places, got me thinking about this.
My favourite stage race is obviously the Tour de France - it really pushes you to extremes to get the work done. And there was one particular Paris-Roubaix, probably the 2001 race, where it was extremely muddy, really treacherous...and there are pictures that you know you will live with forever.
Behind, beside and in front of us all is chaos. Hurtling at over 100 km/h down a steep, narrow and windy road through the Adelaide Hills. In front is a car with half-a-man's body poking through the sun-roof - his arms are waving wildly and he is yelling into a hand-radio.
Martin has the bad back that I should have from too many years of carrying black boxes around. Martin being back in Geelong reminds me of the last time we were there together - it was sometime in the summer of 1981-82 and we were doing a gig with the Laughing Clowns (he) and The Birthday Party (me) at the Eureka Hotel.
If you jump on a plane RIGHT NOW and get yourself to Mali in west Africa and somehow find your way out to Timbuktu and then get to the small town of Essakane and then hitch a lift to the gig, you just might make this year's Festival Au Desert.
I caught up with Paul Kelly recently and asked him a few questions...including: Tell me something you've never told anyone else before. PK - No!
Bob Gosford - Tell me something you’ve never told anyone before. Shane Marshall - My parents sent me to school on St Patrick’s Day when I was in Prep. school because they didn’t believe it was a holiday. I sat in the playground and cried and then went to the lady that lived across the road.