Death of a nobody
Warren finally succumbed to his alcohol abuse. He was a benign, permanently shitfaced presence who had found his role as the town drunk.
Warren finally succumbed to his alcohol abuse. He was a benign, permanently shitfaced presence who had found his role as the town drunk.
Tranter’s death came out of the blue and, to the ABC’s undying shame, was not noted by its gutted and gutless news service.
The Haunted Smile traces the rise to dominance of Jewish comedy through successive mediums, beginning with Vaudeville, then radio, talking pictures and television, with side trips to the Borscht Belt and stand-up comedy venues across the nation.
Not a lot has changed since I last looked at Elliott/Kulumindini six years ago—it is still stuck in an administrative worm hole. Services from all levels of government fall between the jurisdictional cracks often because Elliott is equidistant from the major Northern Territory service and administrative centres of Darwin and Alice Springs.
In my mind suddenly I saw that your reality wasn’t shaped by circumstance but by your imagination.
Since then? Countless posters and street art paste-ups; illustrations, cartoons, newspapers, newsletters, magazines, catalogues and books; T-shirts, banners, murals, cassette and CD covers; business cards and letterheads—and the occasional fabric design.
Every Australian small town has a place - or several - outside of town where the local hoons take stolen cars to lay their marks on the road in rubber. Sometimes - if the drivers have skill, a good motor and a nice new set of someone else's tyres - the marks left are almost abstract artworks. Other times, less so.
Literary journals are an important component of Australia's literary culture and can help to foster a range of Indigenous, non-indigenous and multicultural voices. However, the Northern Territory has no such platform, and its lack is a significant shortfall in the artistic lives of Territorians.
Fecund—Fertile Worlds is the first in Artback NT’s Spark NT Curator Program, initiated to foster art critical and curatorial practice within the NT and to provide NT artists with opportunities to showcase their work within curated touring exhibitions.
We were connected now, plugged into Dylan’s electric freedom and his voice rode with a rough edge over the tight music. ‘Concert’ was not quite the word for this performance, as words cracked in the air, I was aware I liked it more than any ‘singing’ I have heard before. When Dylan sang Pay in Blood (But not My Own) his voice sounded ancient, harsh and merciless.