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Gashapon Conference

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Two birds, one sea pig and the Easter Sonny Angel meet. It could be a set up, the Cockatiel seems wise, or at least leery of the set-up. Wisely so. Two birds, one sea pig and the Easter Sonny Angel meet. It could be a set up, the Cockatiel seems wise, or at least leery of the set-up.

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Gingko and Cockatiel Fabrications

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The gingko nut, a dense and finely texture treat, might appeal to a cockatiel, even one made of micro-bricks. Certainly the charming gingko leaves in jelly and hard sugar paste pivot on the axis of too sweet -too charming to eat. And just behind it all I see the sleeve of construction - my old red sweatshirt which

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Carrot Umbrellas and Sonny Angel Bunny Boy

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Post Easter here and there are still these faux carrot chocolates left in their vase hangout with the strange boy sonny angel with those rabbit ears. It seemed right to\add a dab of Orton-ish filter to make the thing just that sillier. Post Easter here and there are still these faux carrot chocolates left in their vase hangout

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The Bedside Table - or Damaclese's Reading Stack

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Vertical bookshelf or current must-reads? Here is a teetering mix of things finished and unfiled in proper shelfs, books in progress, books that are not quite being read and not ready to be abandoned, things to read or re-read, a box with a few bits and pieces, including a watch and a boxed set of Vietnamese porcelain dolls.

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Subsidence in Suds

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In an episode of Sponge Bob Square Pants, he gets the Suds, which is strange in a sponge which is already made of 3-D contiguously tightly packed heterogeneously assorted thin walled spheres, albeit more stable than suds but very like it. Unlike Sponge Bob I like suds, its airy mallow, baroque exuberance and ephemerality are fine qualities for

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A Knit Bomb of Rodin's The Thinker?

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The pensive model is probably pondering how the wavy, perhaps reverse cable, was executed, I know I am. The finial to her angora cap looks like it might be a transmitter. I suggest you double click to enlarge and appreciate the details of double-knits. The pensive model is probably pondering how the wavy, perhaps reverse cable, was executed,

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A Bug's Life o La Vida de La Cucuracha

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While there are obviously views of epic proportion laid out in the Blue Mountains it is worth while keeping an eye out for street life, or street art, such as the discreet and ubiquitous wheat paste bug. No need to squash even as it's already simply two-dimensional. While there are obviously views of epic proportion laid out in

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Radiating Style

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The original French radiators still in situ in the Hydro Majestic come in two types and two colours -black and white. This white warmer is curlicue cosy, and the new carpet accordingly takes its cue. The original French radiators still in situ in the Hydro Majestic come in two types and two colours -black and white. This white

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Examples of Foreverness

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Like that rare quality of forgiveness, for-everness is sought but not quite ever attainable.Still, setting aside its true geological rigour, and not even contemplating galactic time frames, the Megalong ( no coincidence in this name) Valley's superb approximation is not be underestimated. Like that rare quality of forgiveness, for-everness is sought but not quite ever attainable.Still, setting aside

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Whiter Shades of Classic Moves

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Seemingly in a slow motion calisthenics class, the powdery quality of the light filling the air like suspended talc, the installation of classical and be-plinthed figures of antiquity catalogues gesture. The White Rabbit Gallery's ground floor installation by Zu-Zhen pivots between reproduction and homage to Buddhist multi-armed statutes, and just maybe the chaos of indicators in art work.

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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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