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Touching 27 Aug 2013 | 05:00 am
A few years ago I interviewed Holocaust survivors. These interviews would often begin with someone clutching my hand, almost possessively. I would meet the interviewees, and they would instinctively r...
Listening to Proteus 26 Aug 2013 | 05:00 am
Spring It’s spring in Proteus, and the whole world sounds like it’s in bloom. Made by two men—Ed Key, a programmer and designer from Cambridgeshire in the UK, and composer David Kanaga, who lives in ...
A Design for the Australian Flag 22 Aug 2013 | 05:00 am
It is an unusual situation for any designer: working on something where there’s no client, no brief and no agreed objectives against which the work is to be evaluated. This project is not for the fain...
The Steeplechasing Mind: Butch Londregan and the Smithwick Kid 21 Aug 2013 | 05:00 am
Maybe Butch Londregan is the reason why the long tradition of steeplechase racing is not yet quite extinct in Australia. We in our city lives with our short memories might not recognise this horse tra...
Poem of a New Driver 20 Aug 2013 | 05:00 am
When I first get the car, I pull all the fabric of the city towards me, race it through like cloth beneath the presser foot. Come here, Geelong! And it does: a satin bolt of sky unrolls, the road...
Reading Contemporary Verse: The Swarm and its (Il)literacies 16 Aug 2013 | 05:00 am
One doesn’t have to spend very long with the verse of the last thirty years to find out what a complex world it is. There are so many different voices: the ramification of women’s voices; the unpreced...
Remembering Ludwig 13 Aug 2013 | 05:00 am
June 1886 King Ludwig was running out of swans. He had already installed the whooper swan (Cygnus cygnus or Olor cygnus or Cygnus musicus: a Palaearctic cousin of the trumpeter swan) countless times ...
Death-Houses: Sago Lane, Singapore 12 Aug 2013 | 05:00 am
In the workshops carpenters plane teak slabs by hand, cut away notches, file down cavities, and mallet the parts together with dull thuds. No nails are used. Upstairs are the tenements— beds stacked ...
Chimney 7 Aug 2013 | 05:00 am
By day it does its thick and heinous work, only slowly, clogged with the sweat of coal, meat, sticks and wood. It is like a character from folklore —or something older—tra...
The Street 6 Aug 2013 | 05:00 am
I liked to watch him on the street, through the window of the bus. His stripy beanie marked him out from the others. Often he was smiling across at Ngapipi or JP or that young buck Sean. His handsome ...
