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Author! Author! Stile Counsel with Carol Jenkins and Tani Ruckle

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Yes, it's true, I actually exist. Come along and be very amused. You can click through to book here. Yes, it's true, I actually exist. Come along and be very amused. You can click through to book here. Yes, it's true, I actually exist. Come along and be very amused. You can click through to book here. Yes,

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A Crooked Stile is OUT! Book Now

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Yes, it is a new book! You can book for the launch event at Mosman Library or get it directly from Puncher&Wattmann . Yes, it is a new book! You can book for the launch event at Mosman Library or get it directly from Puncher&Wattmann .

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Scant Regard - From the Archives

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Sweet peas and freesias, a vintage pillow sham, all things past their ostensible use by date but collectively and more closely examined show affinities in the curve of stem, embroidered and botanic, pleasing contrast between the fine grain of the cotton and the intensified violet of the sweet peas' crepe. Sweet peas and freesias, a vintage pillow sham,

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Blue Heroic and the Chariot or Let Me Get Off this thing

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Madrid is full of heroic voluminous architecture and statues, this classical ensemble of three horses, a chariot and, not to be outdone by all that blue sky, a charioteer, who is surely not dressed for work even by Roman standards. The more you looked, head craning upwards, the more you wonder, surely this un-reined position on top of

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What to Feed Green Unicorns

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If green unicorns are found, they may be offered physalis, the intrigue of their paper cases and the piquancy of the berries, will suffice until horned corn can be had. If green unicorns are found, they may be offered physalis, the intrigue of their paper cases and the piquancy of the berries, will suffic...

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Crispr and the Mini Crabs

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There is a sight more than a sleight of hand happening to turn tiny doll into a masked series of herself. Here distortion rules, the protagonist is caught mid pinch and drag, and that mini crab, opalescent decapod crustacean, is just that the thing for cut and splice. This is, of course, from a series of collages. There

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Tearing Along - the Paper Chase

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A corner torn off from a give away sheet of paper art from the excellent Minimalism: Space Time Object exhibition at the National Gallery, suggested more could be done. Tearing along without dotted lines, a horse of sorts, with a bovine aspect, made a run for it. A corner torn off from a give away sheet of paper

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Happy Valentine's Day 2019 -Six Variations on Hearts of Darkness

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For twelve years, I've made Valentines to send out on the eponymous Day. There have been made of snow, bread pudding, sticks, plastic toys, and really anything that felt inspiring. This year I upcycled the black thermoset plastic splint that had cradled the dinner fork fracture of my write wrist. The two small heart boxes are lined with

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Remembrance of monastic things past

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Here in a monastery in Danuphyu, an obscure river town on the Irrawaddy, the subsidence into gentle decay largely goes unremarked, the local villagers come to pay their respects to the senior monk, elbow, toe, little finger, knee and forehead touching the polished teak floor of the reception room, a gloriously proportioned room bare of most things except

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Fibonacci’s Begonias and The Comma Orchid

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Singapore’s Cloud Forest greenhouse in Gardens by the Bay has the drama and complexity of the Magic Flute, there are plants there in such luxuriant abundance, one million they suggest and 19,000 species , so that snap happy doesn’t not begin to say. Foregoing the exuberant riot of colour the spiral begonia here and the running white double

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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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