Winter

Ah winter, your vaul­ted roofs are sandstone And your halls are chill. Your cor­ridors echo with a lone brown oak leaf and the south wind. On the steps, a philo­sopher dreams civilization, Smoke curl­ing around his fantas­ies. Winter, You are...

Happy world refugee day, Peter Qasim

You’ve been in deten­tion for seven years. Now you’ve been moved into psy­chi­at­ric care. And Amanda Van­stone has finally offered you a visa. Why? She’s char­ac­ter­ising your psy­chi­at­ric dis­tress as a ‘change in coöperation’. Nice. So, that’s...

Woodford tickets

Hello mus­iclovers. There are approx­im­ately 250 adult camp­ing tick­ets left for the Wood­ford folk fest­ival. They cost $315 each for the entire week includ­ing camp­ing. Unless you are abso­lutely pos­it­ive that you have been accep­ted as a per­former,...
The Hugh Jackman story

The Hugh Jackman story

Because demiurgically_m asked: I was the editor of e)mag in The Age/Sydney Morn­ing Herald. I had inter­viewed Hugh Jack­man and John Tra­volta at the Sword­fish press con­fer­ence that morn­ing. Not a one-on-one, just a few ques­tions from...

Sight

I hate wear­ing glasses. I hate my dread­ful eye­sight, my myopia. I hate that every time I go to get new glasses, I am thrown back in time (four-eyes! / fourth grade, cricket ball arcs towards my head, smashes against my face, splin­ters of glass...