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A Guide to Freestyle or Things to Do in Spring

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These are days of a five kilometre radius but this collage of silver fish, helichrysium setting out to bloom, moths, larks and guide to freestyle all fall within my parameters of possibilities. The Mini? Wheels within wheels. These are days of a five kilometre radius but this collage of silver fish, helichrysium setting out to bloom, moths, larks and

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Such a Ring of Spring -A Winkler in Bovine Time

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Frank Winkler has odd times been accused of Muck Raking but categorically denies this saying a Hoe is No Rake, and declares he is an example par excellence of the Hoe’s Progress. Notwithstanding, in his latest pursuit he is in fact up to his knees in Bovung, is a dung that rings a bell in his upstairs department.

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Sand-Glasses and Glacial Paste-Ups

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The patent lack of travel of this last and present year, or what might be a single year that for a moment pretended to be two, mean that for new vistas, and strange perspectives of mountain passes and glacial moraines, need to be a DIY job. Voila, here I’ve made a stay-cation in the Mountains with a side

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Flying Saucerer - Farmhand Fables

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While Bart Brassica is basically in the Sloth of Despondency, as Granny Eggwhistle has it, Frank Winkler has had Carter’s Blanch, and has taken up spruiking that he has mastered the Flying Saucer, otherwise known as the Cymling Squash, once cultivated by none other than Thomas Jefferson, a detail Frank Winkler adds to create an aura of veracity.

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Postcard Landscapes’ Serendipitous Continuities

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September has arrived in Sydney with a waft of jasmine and blue skies, I’ve been making postcards to send out to my Loved Ones -though that evokes Evelyn Waugh’s excellent novel so the expression is inevitably ironic. Watercolour postcards are not in any way sensible - being prone to leaky letter boxes and rain-damp transfers but what is

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Hill of Enzymatic Content and Parboiled Days

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Parboiled days are upon us in Lambertville, and Bart Brassica is indoors moping melancholically with Mr Elli Fun - or Elli NoFun as Mavis Eggwhistle has christened him, and so the farm work is in a state of disarray, the beans having been picked so late they are partially cooked. The stalwart Mr Farmhand has hoed to, and

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Morning light, a Vase ; Zurg looks on in wonder

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Why is the play of morning light so often surprising? A vintage vase from Lifeline, getting on in years, here shows its spheric form more particularly, the differential softened two-tone shadow, the double dose of different whites, an offset of branches from trees acting like landscape, and then Zurg, the by-stander, standing by. Why is the play of

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Prevailing Sands; An Escher-esque problem of ups and downs.

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When the wind blows from the north east, you get an elevated start on north side of these double sided stairs, but by the law of payback, what silica can do for you, it can subtract later. Still there is a pleasing hidden symmetry and what the wind blows in will blow away. When the wind blows from the

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Manifestly Doing the Job

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It is hard of late to get things done correctly and for them to stay done, but here this Cabinet is so Manifestly Manifested itself as to be a paragon of Purpose and Resolve. The letter box to the right may be for the Cabinet’s fan mail, and is, I suspect, the only Cabinet in Australia that is

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Bart Brassica and the Treacle Down Effect

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For days, nay, over a week now Bart has been trying to speak to this Elefunt, Bart believes the Elefunt exists in a different time scale and due to viscose nature of time, it going so very slowly in Lockdown then suddenly being gone, which Bart calls The Treacle Down Effect, he thinks that it is only the

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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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