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Enclave of Sea Glass, Driftwood and Crockery Shards

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Like a corner where old memories are washed, there is a tiny Sydney Harbour beach where the tide, the habour currents and the wind contrive to create a home for flotsam, a pantry of cracked crockery, crazed pottery, wave-turned, sea-polished wood and sand-smoothed sea glass. Someone, or someones, have salvaged and arranged the harbour's offerings into a

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Churning the Sea of Milk - Angkor Watt's Marine Survey

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Churning the Sea of Milk - Angkor Watt's Marine Survey Image

One of the best creation myths, Angkor Watt's elegant frieze of asuras and devas churning the sea of milk might also double in as a survey of the marine life of the twelfth century commissioned by Khmer king Suryavarman I. The whole relief, a consummate drama of swish and pull, watched over by Amsara, underpinned by fish, runs

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Beaufort Re-Scales with an Extra Strong Umbrella

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Beaufort Re-Scales with an Extra Strong Umbrella Image

Obviously there are great expectations for the paper mermaid kite that came with this advice and safety directions. The prospect that it might reach the same altitude as any plane is an exciting one. Though perhaps there plane envisaged is a paper plane, though this I doubt is something to be warned abut. Then the mermaid kite may

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The Other Face of Luna Park -Sydney

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The Other Face of Luna Park -Sydney Image

The side of the famous front door smile of Luna Park in Sydney is elegantly exuberant art deco tower of geometrically intricated lights and plaster. Here the Chrysler-esque finials are just a a faint arc of lights,.And that garishly gorgeous grin ? It might be a world away. The side of the famous front door smile of Luna

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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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