Apr 13th, 2013
I wrote about Poppy* the other day. I had not meant to; at least, I had not sat down at my desk with her in mind. But as I nosed out a research theme, her stories brimmed up in connection. When later I reviewed what I had written, I wondered what she would think to [...]
Mar 3rd, 2013
I last wrote of the weather twitch: that atmospheric flicker boding winter’s approach. For the past few years, the weather twitch has signalled my time to go. A sharpness in the air, a chill upon my bare feet; these are the omens of imminent departure. I have been, like the swallow I sometimes imagine having [...]
Oct 19th, 2012
In one of the books by legendary shamthropologist Carlos Castaneda, our hero has to find the right ‘spot’ in which to sit out on a porch. In the right spot, the colours change, the world is seen differently and he, fragile apprentice, finds protection from stronger sorcery. Sitting in the wrong spot is dangerous, yet [...]
Oct 10th, 2012
I need to get to the point. The problem is, I often struggle to find it. I regularly doubt that I have a point at all. I’m not talking about nihilism; I’m talking about writing. The point doubting often strikes as I write for this blog. I’ll start up a post in response to some [...]
Sep 28th, 2012
So here I am in Melbourne once again. It’s a city I’ve never much understood; a place I’ve found too flat and too populous to sink comfortably into. And this morning it has obliged with a thunderstorm. Out of the village and into the city. I have left the field. As the jetlag fades and [...]
