No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man. - Heraclitus I am getting to understand that in the swimming pool, the volume of the water bears you up as much as it weighs you down. One week I swore it was the deep end that was hard … Continue reading In deep
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I wasted a day
I wasted my Saturday talking to friends and thinking about fear and the future. It was wasted preparing for Sunday, when I helped sew my quilt. I wasted it wandering through a gallery looking at art. I dallied over my lunch in the city as I people-watched. For this wasted day I marveled at the … Continue reading I wasted a day
The zine scene
The State Library of Victoria is an architectural marvel of Melbourne, and a pretty inspiring 'suppository of all knowledge' to use an actual quote by a former Prime Minister. It also regularly stages exhibitions. A recent one featured zines. I am fascinated by bookmaking, book art, book ephemera, publishing, and hands on making. Despite this, … Continue reading The zine scene
Amusing Me: to be or Knottbee.
Well reader I did it. A couple of posts ago I mused about setting up a blog (or some such) to publish some short story-like things I have stored in my computer from years ago. I can now announce it is done, or at least started. The site, called the Adventures of the Affronted Falcon, … Continue reading Amusing Me: to be or Knottbee.
Speaking ill of creativity
In my fevered imaginings last week as I lay sick, and in pain, I believed and almost still believe, I have an older sister called Nadine who died as a child. Am tempted to interrogate family members on this as it seemed so oddly specific. Then I concluded Prince Charles would never be king because … Continue reading Speaking ill of creativity
100 words before sleep
I couldn't sleep last night. Not for hours. So I wrote a Drabble for a contest over at 10 Minute Novelists, and the more likes it gets the more chance I have of winning (renown I think). A Drabble (named for Margaret Drabble) is a story that is exactly 100 words long and this contest had … Continue reading 100 words before sleep
Month of Sundays
The Drop by Drawing class on Sundays at the National Gallery of Victoria concluded. I miss it already. Last Sunday wasn't the same. For one, there was foster kittens, but mainly, I missed arting about. However, I can safely say my month of Sundays was a revelation. It's provided an official sanction, or permission for two … Continue reading Month of Sundays
Review: Passengers
Can't discuss themes without mentioning plot points and characters, so spoilers, k? But you know, if you wanted to see Passengers, you might have already. I went in believing this wasn't going to be the most memorable film. Just another glossy adventure in space featuring incongruously paired but beautiful people contemplating the terrifying mysteries and … Continue reading Review: Passengers
And then I remembered
Completely forgetting about a short story being published is just one of the many ways I can tell I haven't coped very well with some less than wonderful personal happenings at the end of December and into January. But's that was how it was. And, I had a good day today full of art, and … Continue reading And then I remembered
New Year, Newish Me
After a difficult six months or so for a variety of reasons I won't bore you with here, I've plunged into 2017 with some new goals. In December, I joined a writing club - it sounds exotic - but basically it's a FB group where members make a commitment and get support to keep it. … Continue reading New Year, Newish Me
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