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Sets and Setsability

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It’s the set of three for me, even things waiting to be set up with a dedicated tableau are given a temporary set place of three, here two modern pieces and a vintage souvenir of the Jenolan Caves with its psychic stalagmite emanating its own aura, are all the better for being set up as a trio. More

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Two Birds in the Blossom

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While one might say these birds, the green porcelain, the small black bird and their two amigos, more easily seen below, are if not in hand then at hand, they are also in, or at least proximate to, the bush, in this case cherry blossom. The duality of birds being neither here nor there, there being more than

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Double Double Dutching - Bart Fakes Fancy Mini-Break

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Double Double Dutching - Bart Fakes Fancy Mini-Break Image

Bart Brassica is ambivalent about holidays, preferring to abide his time at home but, mindful of his social media profile sometimes will faux-cerise his background and write a witty tag line to incinerate - his word not mine - that he is exoterating ( again a Bartism which I’ve picked up from his Insta post- and in case

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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.