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The No Scissors Paper Bird

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Though not a native of the tin-scape of Uluṟu - a postcard from the inimitable Dan Brown - this paper Benteveo, that arrived par avion from Argentina, is well adapted to the colour scheme. The bird’s other name Pitangus sulphuratus is a vocal, yellow chested passarine, and I will say it was charming to make both it and

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Shaping Up: Collages of Pantaloons and Leaves

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Drawing gum leaves and nuts is a bit like getting lost in the forest, best to keep going, looking for edges, and perhaps stone curlews and swimmers. Retrace your steps wearing fancy dress, carrying a washi paper cherry blossom and don’t forget: tessellated Wiley. Drawing gum leaves and nuts is a bit like getting lost in the forest, best

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A Leaf out of the Bat’s book

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The lovely Bat Wing Fern, this charmingly winged frond found by Lake Saint Clair, botanically Histiopteris incisa, here shows its likeness to both bat and butterfly, and in its symmetry seems more likely to fly off than stay put, but it will no doubt leave the airborne part to its fine spores. The lovely Bat Wing Fern, this

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The Round Square Roots of Trees

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Each view, potentially has its perfect frame at Lake Saint Clair it might be the uprighted, galactic explosion of silvered roots of trees, drift wood grey from floods and seches, telescopic in their perspective, a species of clock, which ticks off time like fleas. Each view, potentially has its perfect frame at Lake Saint Clair it might be the uprighted,

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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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