Tag Archives: psychogeography

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

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Walking The Goods Line

I like walking. Now. As an adult it has led me through lush woodland and native forest, along rugged cliff tops that overlook the wild blue ocean and into cosmopolitan quarters of our rich city that I didn’t even know existed. Walking takes … Continue reading

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Spirit of Place: Redfern Park

There is a beautiful fountain in Redfern Park.  It’s called Lotus Line and children run through it squealing with delight. Dogs, however, stand at its edge staring in puzzlement at the spot where the water shot out and smacked them on … Continue reading

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“They do not love us as much as we love them”

Do animals make statues of us? Why do we make statues of them? Why do we make statues? Perhaps to represent, remember, immortalise, inspire? I guess humans make statues, like humans make art. But why statues of animals? Animals have … Continue reading

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The Cunning Peasant Never Reveals His Sources

I’ve done a lot of food foraging in my time but it’s usually of the domestic variety. You know, my mothers’ freezer or pantry. So I was a little surprised to recently find myself bent over double, holding a knife in … Continue reading

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The Service Station Vintage

Me: Where do the grapes come from? Mum: The service station. My parents were wine-making Italians but not the squish it between your toes in a concrete bathtub types.  We left that level of authenticity to our inner city cousins. … Continue reading

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The Spirit of Place 2

Here are five more places that make my city spirit soar. Some of them beautifully juxtapose time and place, others blood and survival; reminding us of the price of civilisation. In all of them, our souls connect to water, trees, … Continue reading

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