Downhill

Tues­day I wanted to write a thrilled post about the amaz­ing poetry I’d seen at the Spin­ning Room, both Ian MacBry­de’s and the Big Voice Chorus people doing gor­geous poems about Mel­bourne at 4am (another of Ian’s) and Steve Smart’s ode to...

Poetry and tragedy

The last few days have been intense. Yes­ter­day after­noon, I graf­ted my way into Red vs Blue (“what do you mean it’s sold out? Surely Helen has put some tick­ets aside for journ­al­ists… see, here’s my MEAA card… Oh, Helen, hi there! Con­grat­u­la­tions! Sold...

Even the strong…

My grand­father is dying. He has pan­cre­atic cancer. A few weeks ago, he blacked out and hit his head badly. Now he’s stopped eating. After he fell, I went up to Sydney to see him and he was his usual self, a little thin, but still him. Last week,...

Skillshare

So, for whatever reason, in my dreams last night, I came up with a new live­journal com­munity. It’s partly because I just made pretty CV things for sleazemon­key. I want this journal to stay as my journal, as a diary and a memory track....

Life report

I’m very tired. All seems to be going well though. I recovered quickly from the shitty gig thanks to lovely let­ters from Brandon (the Cana­dian guy from the Trans­mis­sion con­fer­ence) and I spent some time making pretty CVs for sleazemonkey.  I am...

Babiy Yar

I first wrote about Babiy Yar after I read about it in high school. Then I went there last year. It was one of the most intense days of my trip. I didn’t write about it at the time because I got straight onto a train and took a 33-hour...