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My thesis, distilled

From zarabee:I have to stop buying into the frame of the racist ele­ments. So when someone says “The muslims are out-breed­ing us” My first tempta­tion is to say “So what? I fail to see a prob­lem.” When really, I should be saying “Who the fuck is this “us” you’re talking…

Shifting sands

Tom Stop­pard says the concept of free­dom of speech as an inali­en­able human right makes no sense in a Dar­winian world. Fas­cin­at­ing. Not sure what that means for hate speech and how we as a group then choose to move for­ward. I sup­por­ted the NSW anti-vili­fic­a­tion laws…

It’s all going to hell

Today, some of the indi­gen­ous lead­ers at Camp Sov­er­eignty decided they didn’t want non-indi­gen­ous people in the camp after dark and some people expressed a desire that non-indi­gen­ous people stop help­ing out. As a result, the food not bombs people have packed up their…

Conversations around a campfire

Tonight at Camp Sov­er­eignty, I was wel­comed by an Elder and placed gum leaves onto the sacred fire. For the first time, I feel like I have asked per­mis­sion to be in this land and been wel­comed by its people rather than being here by default, pro­geny of an immigration…

How I love that tango

Last night, I ended up at the Kristina Olsen and Peter Grayling gig around the corner at the Clifton Hill Hotel. As I walked in, they star­ted play­ing “How I love that tango” and a couple of tango dan­cers got up. It was beau­ti­ful, sen­sual. She played all my favourites:…

Cultural moments of resonance

The last time French stu­dents occu­pied the Sor­bonne, it was May 1968 and it star­ted a cul­tural revolu­tion… This time, they sent in the riot troops early and we only really found out after the viol­ence… Does this mean they’ve aver­ted the cul­tural foment? Or have…

The sounds of the potting room in Pompeii

I was very excited to hear that French archae­olo­gists have taken pot­tery from ancient Pom­peii and played the grooves back like a record to get the sounds of the pot­tery work­shop, includ­ing laughter. Click “Tele­char­ger la video” to play the short video which con­tains a…

Phoenix Emberstone

Phoenix Emberstone

pas­sion­ate polit­ical poet

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I am also known as Ro Ber­sten, a com­mu­nic­a­tions spe­cial­ist with more than 20 years’ exper­i­ence. See my CV and pro­fes­sional projects.