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Danuphyu on the Irrawaddy

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Dried fish contort to show an anatomical aspect that might echo a theodolite, things for sale at Danuphyu’s busy local market are gloriously vivid renditions of fresh. Dried fish contort to show an anatomical aspect that might echo a theodolite, things for sale at Danuphyu’s busy local market are gloriou...

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Cape to Cape Diem

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Heading south from WA's Cape Naturaliste, Cape Leeuwin bound, the Indian Ocean keeps company with you and the granite gneiss --not so recently of India, while the foot's impulse is to keep going, the eye's penchant is to drink in the ocean and the flora. The rocky promontory suggests a mythic sleep, the banksia fine graphic drama. Here

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Eye Lights in Udaipur

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Why are the eyes, light's principal doorway to the nervous system, sometimes conceived as emitters of radiance? In any case night vision and visibility is fine thing in any Udaipur tuk-tuk, and this one, with its three sets of eyes is a charming wink to the goddess. Why are the eyes, light's principal doorway to the nervous

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Umbrellarage and The Old Coffee Punter

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Diminutive but undaunted, the old coffee punter, an ex-golfer, practices his putts, while putting into actions a plan for purchasing a pint-sized piccolo. Diminutive but undaunted, the old coffee punter, an ex-golfer, practices his putts, while putting into actions a plan for purchasing a pin...

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Fashion Update - Flash the Fish Pocketchief -

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Every breast pocket deserves the best pocket-chief, and while, yes, there is something fishy about this pocket pez, for colour and cuteness, not to say side fins, nothing says fashion like a false fish. Every breast pocket deserves the best pocket-chief, and while, yes, there is something fishy about this pocket pez, for colour and cutenes... Every breast

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Misuse of Towers : No See Parkers ?

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Is this an ostentatious threat of excessive force? A grammatical confusion that conflates the perpetrator and the means of perpetration? Another sign that sign language gives rise to the ridiculous? Evidence of self-parking cars? All of the above? Is this an ostentatious threat of excessive force? A grammatical confusion that conflates the perpetrator and the means of perpetration?...

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Outdoor Heater as Heroic Standard

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On a whim, setting out for lunch at Cool Mac in Kirribilli, I took a AGNSW brochure and ripped out a piece of indigo woodblock atmosphere, a colour wash, a frame of tape and then to take note of place, the outdoor heater, standing in for the heroic standard, a reminder that I should watch again, Kagamusha, for

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Prawn Shadow Prawn Shadow

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I'm being followed by a prawn shadow, prawn shadow, prawn shadow... this is Exmouth's big prawn, imprinted on the gravelly grass, rearing his swimmerets, yearning for Cat Stevens, being good and big, exultant in its exoskeleton, exhorting tourists to extemporise, like this, I'm being followed by a prawn shadow, prawn shadow, prawn shadow... this is Exmouth's big prawn,

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The Fine Fettle of Mughal Gilded Doors

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The Mughal architecture of Rajasthan is a giddy proposition, does one look up at the fabulous facades, the carved cupolas, the double domes, the independent minarets, stare at the fine stone fret work jali, the cusped arches, but in any tour progress must be made and the jewel box detail of the metal work doors are charmingly to

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Pigeon Post Office - City Palace Udaipur

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A flurry of feathers, some savvy avian navigation, that triple back beat of winds that spells touchdown, what could be more amazing than another species delivering your bon mots? Pigeons should not be pigeon-holed. In this case, to subvert an Emily-ism, letters are the things with feathers. A flurry of feathers, some savvy avian navigation, that triple back

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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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