2. You have to surrender to the madness, to the constant cacophony of sound that assails you night and day. You have to surrender to the extremes of human existence. Death and life dance down the same avenue of trees like in a Woody Allen movie. You walk past patched up hovels and a mother […]
Gripped by uncertainty I fled to India shambolic and desperate seeking light to deliver me from the dark horrors of Melbourne life. I wanted God in a hurry and India had over thirty million of them , I wasn’t greedy, one would do, as there sure as hell wasn’t one back in the jungle of […]
I think of Whitman, Martin Luther King, the civil rights movement, the heady days of folk music as action, old Abe, troubadours like Dylan and others, of Miles and Trane, Pollock and the writers from the lonely cafe to Plath’s Bell jar, and the writer of the snow leopard , the Paris Review, the great […]
I should have seen the signs that kept hitting me in the face. Five years ago I was living on a Tibetan Buddhist property , working, praying, meditating . An idyllic hideaway in my state’s north country. The place teemed with roos, wallabies, wombats, royal size huntsman, rats, and snakes plus the giant lizard that […]
Last night I watched Inside Llewyn Davis. A wonderful film from another time when things seemed alive . I am clouded over by age but I remember sitting on the floor at the Dan McConnell pub in Carlton listen to Eric Bogle singing And the band played Waltzing Matilda. It bought back memories from the […]
Little Benedictus was the name given to her. She came to our small town fifteen years an outlier of all that was good . Her eccentricity, her love, compassion for all religious or downright pagan . She had love for all. In the town I’d see her marching down the street with her wander staff […]
I was staying at the Adelaide hostel in Isadore Duncan Lane , San Francisco. A fellow I met there said, ‘ let’s have a drink down near the Tenderloin District, famous in the old days for its butcher ways. In a bar as dark as midnight the owner said, ‘go down to Green Street to […]
A letter to writers, poets, photographers , artists of all types, people who love to read for the sake of reading not because you have to as part of the school curriculum. The question I pose myself is there room for the enthusiastic amateur . And not just for those who have done a professional […]
I’m no professional film critic but I do love movies. Like any kid born in the 1950’s I was bought up on suburban cinema houses. Ours was called the Selywn. I can remember the lollie lady coming down the aisle in intermission. The slurping of ice creams, the constant grind of fantails reading the wrappers […]
Thus I have heard Bodhisattva of encompassing sound , look out for those poor suckers on planet earth , and Bodhisattva of embracing wisdom said , you mean those fuckers down there in Hollywood land? Yeah those Polanski, Manson, Charlton Heston fuckheads who read Bukowski while drinking their savignon blanc trying to be Johnny Depp […]
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