Tag: writing
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On the defaced
On a recent trip to Turkey I (inevitably) spent a lot of time visiting historical sites around the country and noticed (inevitably) that a lot of the art, Byzantine cave paintings and classical sculptures, had been defaced – literally. Heads were removed and if not heads then faces and if not faces then eyes. Once-proud Read.
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On Juno & Hannah
My review of Juno & Hannah – a Gothic story about two sisters who escape from an insular religious community and set in the bush in 1920s New Zealand – by Beryl Fletcher is up now at Verity La. With thanks to Mr Featherstone. Read.
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On Tristan Foster
“Thou foster-child of silence and slow time” Tristan Foster is not your friend. Tristan Foster is not your friend because Tristan Foster does not exist. Tristan Foster is the pen name of Franklin Tyrrell. Franklin was born in Brisbane’s south. When he was eight, he was sent to live with his grandparents in Sydney’s south. Read.
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On the Explorer
After Campbelltown farm animals begin to appear in the fields, faces down in the grass. Everyone knows each other; or knows someone who knows each other. Everyone is a recovering alcoholic. Everyone is dead or dying. A woman hasn’t paid the difference. The conductor tells her not to worry about it – because it’s Christmas, he Read.
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On being a question away
[A response to Brad Frederiksen] I wrote, Brad, something of an answer to your question how cool would it be if you clicked on an image and it flipped to reveal the history behind it?, which I know wasn’t exactly directed at me, or anybody else really, something further about the photos that have hung Read.
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On Mary Journal no. 3
I ordered Mary no. 3 and they sent it to my home and I read it and wrote about it here. Read.
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On Music & Literature 3
Music & Literature 3 is now available and features my essay “Mere Dreaming” on Gerald Murnane’s novels Tamarisk Row and A Lifetime on Clouds. I share the edition with Teju Cole, Hari Kunzru, Scott Esposito, Emmett Stinson, Wayne Macauley, Matt Jakubowski, my good buddy KT Kahn and many others, as well as Murnane himself. Needless Read.
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On a family mythology
[A response to Brad Frederiksen] What I wanted to say here, and did in fact begin to shape into words, I realised maybe shouldn’t be said – not yet (or, at least, not through this medium) – and so deleted it, thus diminishing the quality of this post. Because of my upbringing (certain specifics of Read.
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On the first day of spring
[A response to Brad Frederiksen] I have deeply wrinkled palms. Have been told at various points in my life that this is a signifier of being “an old soul”. Don’t believe in souls and so had strong feelings this was bullshit. Then read a short story (can’t remember by who, which kind of diminishes this Read.
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On a separate matter
I’ve written before about my time working in pubs but I wanted to share another story from those days that has been on my mind lately. One of the pub’s regulars was a short, hollow-cheeked man of middle-age who always wore a zip-up vest and a military cap. I’ll refer to him here as X. Read.
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