I can’t remember a time when there wasn’t poetry: from the Irish lullabies my mother sang when we were put to bed, to my first hard cover 1968 edition of …
That sun ray has raced to us at those millions of miles an hour. But when it reaches the floor of the room it creeps slower than a philosopher, it makes a bright puddle that …
Kim Scott is a Western Australian, with an Anglo father and a Nyungar mother. His novel is part fiction, part self-exploration as he moves his character Billy Storey, a teacher, …
Without a conversation there can be no art. Both artists and audiences must keep company with or live amongst art in order for it to become familiar and known. I am …
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field the whole pageantry of the year was awake tingling near the edge of the sea concerned with itself sweating in the sun that melted the wings’ wax unsignificantly off the coast there …
And often, As it is when we have stared too long at the sun Everywhere we look is flecked with red, I turn away from watching you, and tread A landscape dancing with your …
I was listening to Bob Dylan’s All Along the Watchtower. Of course you would know it. It is one of those haunting songs that stay with us long after it …
“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief “There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine, ploughmen dig my earth None …
Actress by Anne Enright (2020) So all right. Here she is, Katherine O’Dell making her breakfast, requiring her breakfast from the fridge and the cupboards, some of which delight her and …