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Easter is a period packed with custom and ritual. How could it not be so? It is, after all, another one of those marvellous pagan revels, snitched from the 'Old Religions' and put to jolly good use by the cunning, dastardly, and commercially aware Christians. 'Life is a cavalcade, old chum' someone said.
Even the name of this festival shows its heathen origin. Easter comes from Eastre, or Eostre. She was, still is perhaps, the Anglo-Saxon Goddess of spring and dawn.…Continue
Ken Taylor, poet, and one of the founding members of the La Mama Poetry workshops and readings died last week on 2 April. Ken was the author of At Valentines: Poems 1966-1969, A Secret Australia: Selected and New Poems (1975) and Africa (2000) which went on to win the Kenneth Slessor Prize for Poetry in 2001.
Ken’s funeral will be held on Thursday 10 April at 10am at St Luke’s Church South Melbourne, followed by reception at Albert…Continue
Every poem is a flag, to be deciphered. How much blood has run, how many tears exchanged for all these added stars, these proud stripes or, these fields of blue and red and green and gold these encoded shreds of wind torn menageries frayed,…Continue
The same last stars fade over our roofs ferry call rumplescool whistled sheetssummer sun round oscillates down south sunrise notch blind cuts screen doorlazy bush smoke airs bird's call after-call heavy through leaveslast night's dewdripping…Continue
for Alex Sitting with wines down in the quay, you had the harbour but I faced you, the summer sparkled in your eyes, it was a perfect evening, it's true - but I looked and in looking, at everything then you, I still think I had the better…Continue