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Category Archives: Time
I think it’s Thursday
I think it’s Thursday. I know it’s still November. But if my GP were to do one of those tests to assess my cognition right now, I’d have trouble with the year, and where I am, more specifically the international … Continue reading
Posted in Theatre, Time, travel
Tagged Atlantis, Broadway, citizenship, heritage buildings, humour, indie theatre, KXT, memory, New Zealand, November, Stella, Theatre, travel, underground art, vault, writing
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Lost Churches, Chocolate Coloured Horses and an Absinthe Couch
I’ve been trekking through Waterloo and Redfern hunting for lost churches. Two of them. To paraphrase Oscar Wilde, “To lose one church may be regarded as misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.” Luckily, I think I’ve found them. Or … Continue reading
Posted in Habitat, Spirit of Place, Time, walking
Tagged Annunciation of our Lady Greek Orthodox Cathedral, baptism, Catholi Church, christening, churches were often built on higher ground, First Holy Communion, flaneur, Italian migrants Australia, Italian migrants in Johannesburg, Lebanese and Syrian migrants to Australia, migrants and religion, migration experience, Oscar Wilde, Police horses Redfern, Redfern history, walking in Redfern, Waterloo history, waves of immigration Australia
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The windswept doorstep of the year
August is almost over. And so is winter. I’ve loved the slowly lengthening days that carry the hope of spring. The newly lit hours that creep in after the solstice always seem so familiar; like a lost memory returned, promising … Continue reading
Posted in Habitat, Spirit of Place, The Animal Kingdom, Time, Writing Nature and Place
Tagged August, August wind, Aunty Fran Bodkin, Australian white Ibis, calendar, currawong, D'harawal Seasons, Les Murray, Nature Writing, north westerly, Pied currawong. Rainbow Lorikeet, southerly, spring, wind, winter, Writing about Place
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A Sapphire Blue Sydney Sky
“We’re going to stick it where the sun don’t shine.” That’s not actually what he said. It’s just what I imagined he was thinking. I blame such crassness on several days of ‘low residue white food’ diet followed by 24 hours of … Continue reading
Posted in My Mother and Me, The Sex Diaries, Time
Tagged bowel cancer, Canopic jars, colonoscopy, death, guts, hospital, intestines, medical procedures, menstruation, nurses, periods, show bag, sunshine, viscera
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Get On Your Soap Box
This summer, as you enjoy Christmas carols or the symphony in the Domain, see if you can also spot an old time orator on their soap box in Speaker’s Corner. The tradition of Speaker’s Corner comes to us from London’s Hyde Park, … Continue reading
Posted in democracy, Spirit of Place, Time
Tagged 1932, 1975, communism, Debra Phillips, Egon Kisch, free speech, Gough Whitlam, Governor Game, Governor General Kerr, H.V.Evatt, High Court, Hitler, John Webster, Menzies, Moreton Bay figs, NAZIS, Premier Jack Lang, psychogeography, Reichstag fire, Reverend Bill Crews, Speaker's Corner, Sydney Botanic Gardens, The Domain, Viva Voce’ Soap-Box sculpture
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Songlines, Starmaps and Ubiquitous Suburban Roads
A friend recently flew back into Sydney. It was after sunset and she had the window seat. As the plane banked lower and lower across the north west of the city she began to recognise some of the main roads that … Continue reading
Posted in Habitat, Spirit of Place, Time
Tagged Aboriginal culture, Aboriginal dot painting, Aboriginal history, Aboriginal spirituality, Blaxland, Lawson and Wentworth, Blue Mountains, Botany Road, D'harawal, Darug, dreaming tracks, First Peoples, Gamay, George Street, Great Westren Highway, Gundungurra, Indigenous belief system, old roads, original inhabitants, Parramatta road, Pitt Street, Shannon Foster, Songlines, Starmaps, suburban roads, War-ran, Wiradjuri
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Rosemary that’s for Remembrance
“She ain’t got no money Her clothes are kinda funny Her hair is kinda wild and free Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes And nobody knows like me.” I remember when Edison Lighthouse’s Love Grows was my favourite … Continue reading
Posted in Habitat, Time
Tagged Edison Lighthouse, eggplant, Fogolar Furlan Club, gardenia, Guerilla Gardening, italian migrants, Lansvale, lemon balm, Love Grows, mint, nasturtium, parley, rain, rosemary, thyme, tomato, winter
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