“Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.” Groucho Marx Laughter is essential to democracy, but of course it depends who is being laughed at and how it is done. Here in Australia we are a cynical lot and our cynicism is expressed more… Read More Laughing At Those in Power
The exhibition of “Versailles” at the National Gallery of Australia in Canberra is a sumptuous taste of the spectacular treasures of the royal places of Versailles, France. As the Gallery’s summer blockbuster exhibition it is a popular success judging by the crowds of tourists and locals in attendance when I visited this week. In fact,… Read More Canberrans agree: Let Them Eat Cake!
Maybe there’s a whole other universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some have five raised to the fifth power of sides. In this universe there might grow roses which sing. Everything leads… Read More In Celebration of Small Things:The Rose
“The best way is not to fight it, just go. Don’t be trying all the time to fix things. What you run from only stays with you longer. When you fight something, you only make it stronger.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters I arrived back in Australia to a Canberra winter, a test for the… Read More In Celebration of Small Things: Firey sunsets, Frosty Mornings and Warm Gloves
Farewell to Summer….Finally! I’ve had my last swim, donated my shorts and sandals to an op-shop and bought my last tube of sunscreen.I’m heading to the Northern Hemisphere where the earth is just awakening to Spring. When I reflect on the last six months-summer started for me in September on a return visit to Perth-I… Read More Farewell to Summer ….Finally
I could have flown, a journey which would have taken an hour. Instead, I took a train from one city to another, a journey of eleven hours in total. I usually fly around the country but this time I decided to take advantage of a cheap voucher I’d been given and take the long way… Read More A Journey By Train
‘I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire a listening air. They are that that talks of… Read More Trees in Springtime
O, I love to be by the Bindi, where the fragrant pastures are, And the Tambo to his bosom takes the trembling Evening Star – Just to hear the magpie’s warble in the blue-gums on the hill, When the frail green flower of twilight in the sky is lingering still.” FRANK WILLIAMSON, The Magpie’s Song… Read More A Spring Walk to Mt Majura