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Summer Umbrella Daze ——-The Christmas Install

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For six Christmases, the front door has become a temporary space for something on the silly side to welcome guests, provide a frame for photo ops and photo bombing, test out how to make things, and how to make them stick how to scale up and well, make things like giant knives and forks, floral abours and here,

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Happy Fishmas - At-Swim Ten Fish

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The middle fish, top row, below set me off on this piscine pursuit. It was in a sketch book, and an exercise in colour pencils that was left as a one is the loneliest number fish some years back, but that a bad Prussian blue re-do - that murky face middle row below on the right, gave me

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The Devil You Know and The Charcoal Burner You Don’t ?

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Material Worlds: On Emma Fielden’s ‘Somewhere between Silver and Stone’

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Material Worlds: On Emma Fielden’s ‘Somewhere between Silver and Stone’ Image

Emma Fielden, ‘Somewhere between silver and stone,’ 2024, lapis lazuli, oil, silver point and gesso on linen, 60 x 70cm, Photographer: Document PhotographyMaterial WorldsOn Emma Fielden’s ‘Somewhere between Silver and Stone’ Q: What happens when the artist Emma Fielden picks up a paint brush for the first time, having just pulverised a chunk of lapis lazuli? A: ‘Somewhere between Silver and Stone’Fielden is that paradoxical thing, a conceptual artist

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Unexpected Wes Anderson Moments - Singapore’s Atmoshpherics at Play

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Unexpected Wes Anderson Moments - Singapore’s Atmoshpherics at Play Image

The The equatorial, humid bustle of Singapore, with its moist not quite clean atmosphere, not to mention its architectural no-holds bar, meet up here, to suggest a Jetson-esque roof top bar, and really this photo, albeit taken of a reflection, is unfiltered, though hey, framing is a kind of filtering, if only by what is leaves out. The The equatorial,

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Old Singapore: Shutters,Window, Floors and Door Details

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Old Singapore: Shutters,Window, Floors and Door Details Image

Singapore, the old parts, those that are renovated into blandness, has a wealth of finely detailed doors, a panetone panoply of shutters, floors to gaze upon, and windows, fanlight, coloured glass panels, French,, casement and double-hung, all these from temples and shop houses in Chinatown. Worth walking round, strolling or, here, scrolling. Singapore, the old parts, those that are

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A Morning Walk Up Mount Phusi in Luang Prabang

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A Morning Walk Up Mount Phusi in Luang Prabang Image

Go early, Luang Prabang will be quietly getting on with things, and it will only be small groups going up the variously reported three hundred and thirty three, or three hundred and twenty six stairs, if like me, you are not so keen on edges where the way down is sudden, take the inside path when passing. The

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Three Men and a Boat - to say nothing of the dogs

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Preparing for Luang Prabang’s Lantern Festival takes some Monk power - and here with a little nod to Jerome K Jerome’s classic novel about river trips, and a numerical sleight of hand - there are really four men here, who are taking their vessel for lantern travel to higher ground. The dogs, delighted escorts, seem to know the

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Laotian Market Graphics at Luang Prabang Morning Market

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Laotian Market Graphics at Luang Prabang Morning Market Image

For graphic layout the marketeers at the lovely Luang Prabang morning market have a sharp eye for colour and pattern, managing to make even two fish look stylish. And yes, those crabs parcelled up for an easy exit or- and here I veer into the silly, as neat evening purses. This is something of a scroll-a-t-on, but hey

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Three Birds in the Hand - And One in a Tree

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Three Birds in the Hand - And One in a Tree Image

Or should that be three birds on the shelf? Or One Wooden bird meets two paper birds? Or should a handy bird sit on the shelf? Like me these three insider birds have been waiting for the outside birds - see below - to hatch their eggs. It seems that the incubation time has past and the eggs

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Reasons to Walk to The Twelve Apostles

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Walking in September along the Great Ocean Walk is an an up and down, rain coat on and off, up and over felled trees encounter with the drama of this coast, a push against headwinds, a sometimes ethereal float through forest paths, but always one is heading towards these stone pillars, always the sea is wide foam fo

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Perma-Crops , Farmer Bart’s Frost Resistance

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Perma-Crops , Farmer Bart’s Frost Resistance Image

While Winter is not yet out and about in Huntingdon County Farmer Bart Brassica has been, well experimenting would suggest some kind of orderly and systematic testing that this venture does not involve, so it is more a process of messing around to produce Frost Resistance, and here Bart has come up with two candidates for what he

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Spring Hits the Blossom Button Twice

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Spidery white denbrobiums here tick the Spring, Sprung box - this Denbrobium linguiforme may be small but it’s lightly, if I could be jealous of myself for having this in my garden I would be. Not sure what it is that makes orchids exhilarating but they are to sigh for. And then that white blossom - ornamental here

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An Orderly Consideration of Five Dehisced Eucalyptus Leaves + A Tin Moth = A Leaf Sentence

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An Orderly Consideration of Five Dehisced Eucalyptus Leaves + A Tin Moth = A Leaf Sentence Image

Playing tennis early Sunday morning I was distracted in a forehand volley by a charming leaf, you will realise this does nothing for my game, which was more a general case of hit and run than keeping score, and when it ended I stooped to scoop up interesting leaves, some of which had descended while I watched, thinking

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Bart Brassica enters the Leaf Storm Time Vortex ?

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Some Readers will remember Bart Brassica’s attempts to give Time the slip in Time’s Winged Warrior episode, when he invented the Clock O’Later, which was patently quite silly, and now it is not so much that this kind of attempt to get the better of Time is a waking pursuit, but dreams are weird and timeless vortexes fo

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The Thing Plus the Thing’s Reflection

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The Thing Plus the Thing’s Reflection Image

What happens when an image’s reflection is apparently under-imposed, fractionally misaligned, as in this photograph? What is more real, the photograph of the thing itself, the thing’s reflection or the sum of these two? It may seem there is a double exposure here, best observed in the visual echo of the daffodils and the stem of begonia

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Nabokovian Moments in Balmoral : Picnic? Lightning ?

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Nabokovian Moments in Balmoral : Picnic? Lightning ? Image

Of course there is nothing better than an afternoon picnic, while watching Sydney Harbour change into its swath of Fortuny silk blue for evening, and first walking past this picnic Tuesday at sunset - the champagne bottle down two glasses, the food untouched, the picnickers, were absent, paddling or perhaps one had not arrived, and the jilted party

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Postcard from the Great Encyclopaedic Dictionary

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Once at a Life Book Fair I found Volumnes One and Two of the Readers Diges Great Encyclopaedic Dictionary, and though I fluctuate between a queasy guilt and mischievous delight in scissoring out the black and white illustrations - mischief is a clear winner when it comes to making collages, like eggs in an omelette, things must be

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A Deco Horse? Sea Horse of Course at the MCA

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A Deco Horse? Sea Horse of Course at the MCA Image

If you’re cruising the old building of Sydney’s Museum of Contemporary Art (MCA ) occasionally a panel or wall will open to reveal an Art Deco gem from the buiklding’s previous life as the Maritime Services Board building, like this frosted glass sea horse with it curlicue tail inset into an interior door. Curatorial demands may mostly

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Tree’s Company: Tawny Frogmouth’s Affinity for Camouflage

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Tree’s Company: Tawny Frogmouth’s Affinity for Camouflage Image

What had looked like an accidental aggregation of sticks turns out to be a nest for two Tawny Frogmouths in the jacaranda tree just a metre or two outside my upstairs window - make that Frogmouth Vieiwing Platform. Two of these camouflaged charmers take turns to sit, maybe puff up a bit, deliver lugubrious side-eyes, and sleep. Watching

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Charlotte Mew : Amused to be ré-rendered in Prussian Blue

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Charlotte Mew : Amused to be ré-rendered in Prussian Blue Image

A little while back a request came in for women poets in Prussian Blue. While I may not appear cooperative, if an esteemed friend ( which does suggest a steamed friend but en ought of the malaprops) asks for me to make or write something it is as I have been hypnotised, and I off I go, like

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On Cloud Nine: Bart Brassica visits Charlies Bunion

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On Cloud Nine: Bart Brassica visits Charlies Bunion Image

Readers will not doubt remember, or else wise scroll back and read, that Bart Brassica is pretty well smitten with the pink Barbie cabriolet, so much so he literally has his head in the clouds. In this instance the clouds are in Great Smoky Mountains National Park, and it has been on Bart’s Bucket List to visit

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Kokeshi Shadows, Sake Shapes and Jonquil Patterns

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Both the Kokeshi doll, here an attenuated sixties fashionista, and the sake bottle have the double curve of waist and hips, the set of shadows, theirs and the jonquils, are all in step with the shoe lasts’. Things bought back from travels need company, so the little vase with its mushroom finials and lustre glaze steps in to

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The Egg Shift - Bart Brassica Dreams of Easter Egg-cesses

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The Egg Shift - Bart Brassica Dreams of Easter Egg-cesses Image

Years back Bart Brassica had a thing for Show Rabbbits, or at least one Peter the Ticked Flemish Giant, but his aspiration to win a Blue Ribbon at the Lambertville Show was thwarted by Peter getting into the beet pickle liquor, literally, and coming out Cerise, not a listed Show Rabbit category. However Bart has been dreaming, all

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All Aboard My Dear Valentines. No 17 in the Valentine Day Series

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Yes Valentinos, it’s 14th of February again and this is now Number 17 in the Valentine Day Series, which is a bit scary. Or is it? Yes Valentinos, it’s 14th of February again and this is now Number 17 in the Valentine Day Series, which is a bit scary. Or is it?

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Tail End - Lizard Days at Middle Head

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Is the ratio of lizard tail to lizard body an inverse to weight to length? This fine fellow with his red hue and poise, sports three ticks, but what that might for his well being is a mystery. Is it a question of tick-dose or tick-time? One hopes the ticks leave quick smart but why do I have

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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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