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By My Fingers and my Phone -Keirle Park

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Nothing shows more up more acutely the index finger as a blunt instrument than attempting a parkscape with Express Draw on the small window of an iPhone. This is kind of drawing that is abandoned rather than finished, which raises the interesting question of what, art-wise, is ever finished? When does a work tip from under to over

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Return of the Shadow - Bart's Bo-Peepism

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The last time we saw Bart's true Shadow it (well let's be polite and say 'he'), he, had hived off to rural anonymity in the wide pastures of Cooma NSW (see Mysterious Brassica Shaped Space Found) The Shadow eschews any suggestion that he might patch it up with Bart Brassica , who he says in any case prefers

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Things with Wings, Every Day in May # 11

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Though, to quote that famous 'running late and out of time table order' line made infamous by State Rail, I am behind and out of kilter in the Every Day in May's list of drawing challenges, so far I've got a not at all impressive 8 out of 19, I did get #11 - 'something with wings' while

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Farmer Brassica's Zygopetalum Zeitgiest

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In his episodic efforts trying to figure out what to think (see In the Ponderings) Farmer Brassica has decided that he might go with the flow and tap into the New Jersey zeitgiest, and thereby save getting himself a dreadful headache from concentrating on the high faluting. With this in mind Bart, ever the agriculturalist, has been cultivating

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Kierle Park - Darkness Falls

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The graphic sharpness of the lowest branch of the Norfolk Pine is what I started out on here, another Wednesday with the light fading fast at Keirle Park, and then the floodlits reverse the distribution of lighter sky, darker ground. The graphic sharpness of the lowest branch of the Norfolk Pine is what I started out on here,

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Buddha's Hand

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The Atmospherics of Electric Fans

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Back at Tanpopo for dinner last Monday night, I decide to take the simpler view: one man, one fan, one wall and the Specials. Is this laziness or winnowing? In any case the fan speaks volumes, the fan's three blades, its cagey grill, the elegance of the hanging switch adds instant atmosphere. We shared the Aburi Sushi -

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Old School Prawns & The Not So Safety Net

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In many ways Bart Brassica is a model farmer, but in others, particularly his laissez-faire attitude to bodies of water, as has been put to him in various subpoenas, he tends towards the criminally negligent and is liable to come unstuck. In this case you might notice the blurring around his pitchfork is due not so much to

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Bart and the Hand of Buddha - In the Ponderings Episode 3

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In his ongoing journey to Enlightenment Bart sometimes dreams of, not so much of Where the Woozle Wasn't*, but of being diametrically blind-sided. Ever since he had a visit from Mr Buddha after a spending a bit of time submerged in the pond (see Episode 2 of In the Ponderings ) Bart has been keen to catch sight

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Curiosity Cabinet

As a child I thought there was a jewel box hidden in my parent's house, I imagined there was a cache of pink cut glass rings - the ones with adjustable soft metal sizing - laid out in pink foam in the nailed tight plyboard box in my brothers' walk-in robe.

Years later, I realised the box was really the back of the bathroom cabinet. I got a lot of enjoyment out of those pink glass jewels that weren't there. Imaginery treasures are curiously satisfying.

Here is a central point where someone who might be interetested can see what bits of words, some links to work published in journals and ezines, and images that I have made.

Absent Knowledge

We are talking about knowing certain facts,

and he says, I know all that or used to,

it is only that I can’t remember.

Is this not knowing or forgetting

what you know? Perhaps the head holds

a trace of what was there,

perhaps it is there but can’t find

the way out; maybe it was there but left,

or there was a rumour that it was coming

but never did,

like the promised holiday ,

in Pennant Hills. At eight years old

I would lie in bed at night a hardly contained

precipice of anticipation that time

would take me to Pennant Hills and a big house

with a swimming pool. I can see

the façade of the house, the curve

of suburban street, where that house

I never went to might be - or even was.

Though I know I never went, maybe

somewhere, there is an unborn memory

of being there, and I am thwarted by absent knowledge

from enjoying what I did not do.

Carol Jenkins

From Voices from the Meadow Wollongong Workshop Anthology 2007 ( Five Islands Press)

Bambiraptor

The Going Down Swinging # 25 -special double CD edition has at last unwrappped itself in Sydney, with a lauch at the Last Bastion of Civilisation last Wednseday 25 September. I still don't know what is in this CD it apart from my spoken word poem Bambiraptor as I was incarcarated in an invention called Good Mummydom. I hope every one else had a good time at the launch party.

The fossil Bambiraptor’s importance in the evolutional of dexterity and the dissonant name gave me this rave by Blanche (Street Car Named Desire) - here she makes a play for Bambiraptor believing his tough and powerful persona is lined with tenderness, like Stanley. This poem is one of my bids to get fossils to colonise and take over the myth as the substratum of literature.

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