tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88628324181589158212024-03-05T13:27:31.034-08:00THE GROUP online magazineThis page is devoted to the editions of the literary arts magazine of The Group, an exciting new concept in online publishing. The editors are John Birmingham, Larry Buttrose, Adair Jones, Billy Marshall Stoneking and Mark Mordue. The first edition, Group 1 was published in July 2009. The magazine appears quarterly.The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-27504309758000908022011-03-13T20:59:00.000-07:002011-03-20T18:04:01.953-07:00GROUP 7<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgNr67Cnnf07VxxUcOmDVGPZ1BX_1Qq9XE45-ojWQ0V01WXjPBgHz1WZLOKXH1DdSPY-zN4vPIf-E7XiXWVY1W6MC0om2PjOLFGfvRVqpHUChwAiBhTSDvfcsUbLtXe7lkmZ-vmb6KvqP/s1600/dubai-downtown-burj-dubai.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6MuERQ70nEqvu6mZSx6sGyWYHanviM5X6CGjMdysvbJ8fYj6GtbAXT1z5CPRsP6N3y_xGflpymQZcxDtw_VazKx7oepiGvFmq7ro9Cf19VPpU3xY1LnE98kZBalgrYl08QkuJE0wjKdAZ/s1600/futurecities.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6MuERQ70nEqvu6mZSx6sGyWYHanviM5X6CGjMdysvbJ8fYj6GtbAXT1z5CPRsP6N3y_xGflpymQZcxDtw_VazKx7oepiGvFmq7ro9Cf19VPpU3xY1LnE98kZBalgrYl08QkuJE0wjKdAZ/s400/futurecities.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583783150756110002" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><span style="font-weight:bold;"> FUTURE-ISM</span><br /><br />A few months after the turn of the millennium, in early 2000, comedian Bob Downe was doing a routine about the future, the crux of it being that just like the Y2K Bug, the future was already turning out to be a bit of a fizzer. After all, weren’t we all meant to be living in the contented lap of luxury by now, in a sort of hi-tech heaven, having all our meals lovingly prepared by gadgets and being flown to work in robot cars (only wasn’t work meant to be a thing of the past anyway, with our every need and whim attended to by machines?) Instead, the world of the 21st Century was much the same as it had always been... we drove cars along roads and sometimes still crashed and people got injured, and people still got sick and went hungry, and they pretty well all still hated their relatives, and everyone worked, in fact even longer hours than they had a few decades before. The future? Well, pretty much like the past. With gadgets.<br /><br />Certainly the world of 2000 had not turned out to be quite the world envisioned by the Futurists, the artistic movement founded in Italy by Filippo Marinetti in the years before World War I. Similar to the Dadaists who would soon follow, they saw the old world of Europe as decadent, and wished to sweep it all away in a wave of the new. The Futurists were techophiles who welcomed the gleaming bright world of tomorrow with its huge cities, vehicles and aircraft, and were repelled by the stodgy world that still was. The movement spawned painting, sculpture, architectural plans, even music, but was largely bypassed by Modernism, while Marinetti and other members were absorbed into the Fascist Party of Benito Mussolini. Well, he liked big things too, largely statues of himself.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6Jld0hRv5aJi5PAP5lhgnO-mwRmJlsdLTAqsNz4_h_u_laes2uqCcBsuIuOGgHRFNIHT9Etku7pBxlYP6ai_mGxwkL1SAZKyIpeTCah0fXKI-nzohWgLGsMkEjhFiGMBdgl7lkhhBaMx/s1600/futuristic+city.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6Jld0hRv5aJi5PAP5lhgnO-mwRmJlsdLTAqsNz4_h_u_laes2uqCcBsuIuOGgHRFNIHT9Etku7pBxlYP6ai_mGxwkL1SAZKyIpeTCah0fXKI-nzohWgLGsMkEjhFiGMBdgl7lkhhBaMx/s400/futuristic+city.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583782271060535346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Artist's impression of future city</span></i></div><br />While much of what the Futurists might have dreamed of and wished for has come to pass, in our hi-tech world of today, they and the others who have traded in futures, the science fiction writers of the 20th century, might have been a tad disappointed by the world of now. Unless that is they see themed megamalltowns as the great leap forward.<div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgNr67Cnnf07VxxUcOmDVGPZ1BX_1Qq9XE45-ojWQ0V01WXjPBgHz1WZLOKXH1DdSPY-zN4vPIf-E7XiXWVY1W6MC0om2PjOLFGfvRVqpHUChwAiBhTSDvfcsUbLtXe7lkmZ-vmb6KvqP/s1600/dubai-downtown-burj-dubai.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgNr67Cnnf07VxxUcOmDVGPZ1BX_1Qq9XE45-ojWQ0V01WXjPBgHz1WZLOKXH1DdSPY-zN4vPIf-E7XiXWVY1W6MC0om2PjOLFGfvRVqpHUChwAiBhTSDvfcsUbLtXe7lkmZ-vmb6KvqP/s400/dubai-downtown-burj-dubai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584118867291452114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px; " /></a><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dubai </span></i></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6MuERQ70nEqvu6mZSx6sGyWYHanviM5X6CGjMdysvbJ8fYj6GtbAXT1z5CPRsP6N3y_xGflpymQZcxDtw_VazKx7oepiGvFmq7ro9Cf19VPpU3xY1LnE98kZBalgrYl08QkuJE0wjKdAZ/s1600/futurecities.jpg"></a><br />While we have had no wars of the worlds or invented no time machines, and starship cruisers remain the stuff of gung-ho space operas, Arthur C. Clarke’s dream of communications satellites orbiting the earth did come true. But in the real 2001, there was no manned journey far into the solar system: indeed, we don't know when we might reach out with manned space flight even as far as Mars. Instead, the year 2001 was indelibly marked by an act of an Old Testament kind, of cunning and ruthless brutality. </div><div><br /></div><div>And while members of the online community might be able to create entire “second lives” for themselves, these bear little resemblance to that envisioned by Philip K. Dick in his classic story <i>The Days of Perky Pat,</i> in which offworlders sought escape from their miserable existence as miners marooned far from earth through a combination of toys and drugs that made them believe they were living perfect lives in the perfect 50s America of Eisenhower. (Trivia question: What is the name of Perky Pat's boyfriend? Answer at the end of the magazine.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Fritz Lang, in his classic film <i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSExdX0tds4&feature=fvwrel">Metropolis</a> </i>(1927) also foresaw something old in the new, a class struggle over the fruits of automation, climaxing in revolution. That we are yet to see, as well.</div><div><br /></div><div>Perhaps one of the most acute of sci-fi authors was Olaf Satapledon, whose <i>Last And First Men </i>of 1930<i> </i>did accurately predict not just the world war to come, but the "Americanised Planet" of the 21stC, and the rivalry between the US and China. But even Stapledon failed to imagine the impact of computers on our everyday life eight decades after his. Instead, many visions for the future concentrated on innovations which no-one has really bothered with, such as the "automated lunch room".</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6x8dUhassBfkx0Y2XTlq-ZAewaUVu9aO5-Ln0e3nVCYuomd_JFD4eJXtnG9ABhXK7803hXWnbeXgugJvF_vIPLKPz6zI23B3YpBQnyU-4-pXbFeGHHXDm3GLZaZRO4pxq2F7VdwV0tCZY/s400/automaticlunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583785533322810434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px; " /></span><br /></div><div>So what really has changed, then? What has actually come to pass in the future dimly glimpsed by the Futurists and three generations of sci-fi writers? </div><div><br /></div><div>The world wide web is definitively changing the way we communicate, organise and agitate, spend time with friends, conduct business and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0pPfyYtiBc">commerce</a>, and a host of other things. It may even be changing our consciousness in ways we are not yet aware of, as we all engage in an ever more consuming and intimate relationship with our arrays of increasingly intelligent machines. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There may even be, too, a convergence we cannot quite glimpse yet, between the global linkage of computers that the web allows, and the so-called artificial intelligence of computers, growing by the hour. The question is, how artificial? After all, machine intelligence is modelled on our own. And if you discount, as many do, any supernatural “soul” aspect of our being, what are we but autonomic intelligent machines made from carbon and other compounds, doing our daily reptititive routine procedures, and in the knowledge that all will be voided when our capacity to repair and renew ourselves is overwhelmed by our own little quotient of entropy, in what we know as “death”.</div><div><br />Besides the possibilities glimpsed through newtworked computer communication, the other glittering horizon, but one we look upon with a roughly equal amount of fear as of hope, is genetic modification. Through various gene technologies, humanity now possesses the ability to change the fundamental “operating systems” of living organisms, from plants through the animal world, right up to and including ourselves. And while at present we teeter on the brink of re-making ourselves, there can be little doubt that sooner or later we will begin the process. What changes will we make? What attributes will we see as worthy? Will our daughters all end up looking like the women from Baywatch, and our sons like Roger Ramjet? Or will we opt for ways to increase our brain size, and work out how to use it more efficiently than we do now? Both, and far more, probably. Will we find a way to increase our useful lifespan beyond the current three score and ten, after which nearly all of us are either dying or as good as dead? Certainly. And lastly, in search of turning ourselves into supermen and women, will we expose some fatal flaw in our own reasoning or fuctioning, and end up with a world of monsters such as the one created by Frankenstein? Possibly.<br /><br />While all of these questions confront us with our newly acquired godlike capabilities, there are others of an old brain kind, to do with greed and killing over scarce resources, which will confront us at the very same time. Fossil fuels, food, water, minerals, all are expected to become in rapidly increasingly scarce supply in the coming years and decades, and so just at the moment when humanity possesses the means to remake itself and its world in a better way, it could just as easily destroy itself by inaction over global warming and climate destablisation, and in conflicts over resources. And as of the mid last century, we happen to possess the gun we aim at our own racial temple, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and our finger sweats.<br /><br />The future? We might not even have one. But we may, and it may just be far better than the past for the mass of humanity. Or, as with our history to date, it may be a lot better for a few, and a little better, by degrees, for the rest. That, or the void, seem the options in these times that one must say at the least are nothing less than interesting. Whatever the case, the getting up in the morning, and the belief to go in with life another day, in pursuit of whatever it is that motivates us to do so, be that money, prestige, sex, or a holiday in the Maldives, makes all of us Future-ists of one kind or another: people who believe in life strongly enough to go forth, even boldly.<br /><br />-Larry Buttrose, Editor, GROUP 7<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">IN THIS ISSUE</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mandy Salomon contemplates <a href="http://www.digitaldownunder.org/2011/01/545/">second lives</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jack Feldstein treats us to another of his wonderful neon animations, this one a view of the last days, <i>Ex Oblivione, </i>by H.P. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkuJVHHePGA">Lovecraft</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">John Birmingham peers into the cloudy glass ball of the mainstream <a href="http://www.themonthly.com.au/monthly-essays-john-birmingham-mash-short-history-media-future-2019">media</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">James Bradley considers the Hugos and introduces us to <a href="http://cityoftongues.com/writing/the-hugo-award-for-best-novel-2010/">"steampunk retro-futurism"</a> and reads William Gibson's <i><a href="http://cityoftongues.com/2010/09/18/william-gibson-goes-culture-jamming-in-zero-history/">Zero History</a></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Angela Sidoti on present and future <a href="http://angeleeek.blogspot.com/2011/01/return-to-native-consumption_29.html">meat</a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">Martin Kovan invites us in to his "briefly Borgesian neo-eco thought bubble", <i><a href="http://whisperedlineage.wordpress.com/2010/03/13/the-theatre-of-returns/">The Theatre of Returns</a></i></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kavita Jindal visits the London of <a href="http://www.kavitajindal.com/preludes.html">2021</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Brendan Doyle picks at tea and raisin toast packing heat with an <a href="http://bdwordsmith.blogspot.com/2010/12/mission.html">SS99</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rob Walker masticates and expectorates <a href="http://www.robwalkerpoet.com/?p=364">GM food</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">J.R. McRae meditates upon <a href="http://jrmcrae-subversive.weebly.com/">Changelings</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and lastly, the eternal dangers of social <a href="http://larrybuttrose.blogspot.com/2011/03/tweeps-beware.html">media</a></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Answer to trivia question: Perky Pat's boyfriend is Walt.</i></div></div></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-12227255371839018852010-10-11T16:03:00.000-07:002010-10-19T16:30:53.380-07:00Food of the the Literary Gods.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-MgbKjpiP-xfZlxD18RcpDqUaGc1UzOxnJZp-1gusS7tDvsBPvUVb4lN4IcIga81SUxFB8FspDDkJ63S3q5It-b5HnagLQ3EoracGCcp7ZEF1K-3Yk_29Bv-Li_lH8EDjahmCrromeIv/s1600/tomato.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-MgbKjpiP-xfZlxD18RcpDqUaGc1UzOxnJZp-1gusS7tDvsBPvUVb4lN4IcIga81SUxFB8FspDDkJ63S3q5It-b5HnagLQ3EoracGCcp7ZEF1K-3Yk_29Bv-Li_lH8EDjahmCrromeIv/s320/tomato.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529903694728080418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxt-jLJ1kxom-SXFw5ysxP8GB6AmHg2kvU5-vve8XhV5EvzJT_NjWKXe5Vw30EFT1SdUsgFgN13OmM1KvZKDbJUO7NKrmZ7T43BIzt06LZ8QdWXM6fPevw3NeQYbOFdwlBllqZtwiuO9i9/s1600/Donutarama.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxt-jLJ1kxom-SXFw5ysxP8GB6AmHg2kvU5-vve8XhV5EvzJT_NjWKXe5Vw30EFT1SdUsgFgN13OmM1KvZKDbJUO7NKrmZ7T43BIzt06LZ8QdWXM6fPevw3NeQYbOFdwlBllqZtwiuO9i9/s320/Donutarama.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526940958806475682" /></a><br /><br /><br />Once upon a time, food, or rather thinking and writing about food, was considered not just unimportant, but rather shameful. In classical literature, food was a trivial thing, beneath the consideration of philosophers and historians. Plutarch, a founding member of the anti-fun brigade, disapproved severely of those who could recall their past meals too clearly. Such was not the mark of a freeborn man, he thundered, for whom pleasure was found in the perennially fresh feasts of philosophical argument.<br /><br />Seutonius, in his life of the emperor Augusutus included his diet only as an afterthought. The emperor was 'frugal' in his dining habits. He liked small figs and second-class bread and usually turned up late to his own state dinners.<br /><br />But of course the Romans also left us the idea of the orgy and vomitorium, where dozens if not hundreds debauched themselves on the likes of boiled goose in anchovy sauce, dormouse and poppy pie, fricasseed snails and stuffed pigs stomach, all washed down with gigantic amphora of wine. The empire turned Rome into an emporium, where anything could be contained and consumed, but of course, only if one had the denarii. Many poets and writers, who did not, often wrote for patrons who fed them. Persius, one of the prettier Roman poets, who lived all his life with female relatives, thought a rumbling stomach was the real muse of most poetry.<br /><br />Two thousand years later, the same chasm yawns between power and hunger. In Pablo Neruda's poem, The Great Tablecloth, tyrants come rushing to the table with their temporary ladies, all looking like wasps with big bosoms. Meanwhile the peasant in the field eats only 'his poor quota of bread,' alone, surrounded by wheat, he chews with grim teeth, looking at it with hard eyes.' For him:<br /><br />Eating alone is a disappointment,<br />but not eating matters more,<br />is hollow and green, has thorns<br />like a child of fish-hooks<br />trailing from the heart,<br />clawing at your insides.<br /><br /><br />George Orwell understood that for the poor of England, poor food was a type of opium. A subsistence wage might just stretch to enough nutrients to keep a man alive if he stuck only to raw vegetables and wholemeal loaves. But as Orwell wrote in the Road to Wigan Pier, 'The ordinary human being would sooner starve than live on brown bread and raw carrots.' Their diet, consisting of tinned peas and milk, stale white bread and rotten meat, was 'appalling' he noted a physical wasting away of the entire population of the working class.<br /><br />He had discovered what it was to be down and out while in Paris, sharing his poverty with thousands of struggling artists and students.'<br /><br /><br />'You discover what it is like to be hungry. With bread and margarine in your belly, you go out and look into the shop windows. Everywhere there is food insulting you in huge, wasteful piles; whole dead pigs, baskets of hot loaves, great yellow blocks of butter, strings of sausages, mountains of potatoes, vast Gruyere cheeses like grindstones. A snivelling self-pity comes over you at the sight of so much food. You plan to grab a loaf and run, swallowing it before they catch you; and you refrain, from pure funk.'<br /><br />And, so, my little grouplets, let us away to the shop window, where we shall press our noses lightly, frosting the glass with our breath as we feast our eyes upon a link salad inspired by love of food.<br /><br />A simple love, caught in Amanda Stewart’s<br /><br />Ockham's Pasta <br /><br />parmesan <br />pepper and parsley<br />add one primate and butter<br /><br />And more complex love, like that between a father and son in Brendan Doyle’s<br /><br /><br />Lunch with my boy<br /><br /><br />I’d bought the best brie<br />and real French baguette<br />for lunch with my son.<br />I see him rarely these days.<br />He stood tall and smiling in the doorway,<br />orthodontically perfect<br />but otherwise with some of my imperfections.<br />We sat at the window in the winter sun<br />and he showed me his latest designs<br />proudly – he’d taken all the photos himself,<br />written the business plan<br />and wants to launch himself into the world.<br />He ate with relish and a man’s appetite<br />and asked if he could borrow the laptop.<br />I’d have gladly given him all I own.<br />Declined a wine.<br />Unlike me, <br />he doesn’t drink in the middle of the day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But first to Thailand, with the blog Elephant Woman, named after ‘a great track by Blonde Redhead’. Here we find <a href="http://elephantwoman.wordpress.com/2010/06/18/rethinking-food/">a rejoinder</a> to Orwell’s opinion that most people would sooner starve than live on leaves and twigs, but also some evidence that perhaps <a href="http://elephantwoman.wordpress.com/2010/09/07/eating-in-kuala-lumpur/">George might have been right</a>.<br /><br />Staying with the travel, lets join <a href="http://www.facebook.com/l/7c3b6blYDQg2MaIXqbhPDi7Kj6A;www.abc.net.au/rn/360/stories/2009/2509204.htm">Masako Fukui</a>, as she attempts to plumb the meaning of food and her own need to ‘be consumed,’ all while putting to together a seven course haute cuisine Japanese feast.<br /><br />It is inevitable, isn’t it, that a food ise will bring out the Group’s would be masterchefs, but if, after Masako’s efforts you’re feeling a little bloated and in need of a simpler, cleansing meal, perhaps start the day with Larry Buttrose’s <a href="http://larrybuttrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-to-make-good-breakfast-and-yoghurt.html">‘best breakfast’</a>. (Although be aware there is no bacon to be had here). I had very much wanted to link to my old blog at this point, to a long entry I once composed on my yearly feast of cassoulet. Unfortunately that host has gone the way of all things and the article is lost.<br /><br />No mind. <a href="http://gilcrespy.blogspot.com/2010/09/brief-history-of-gastronomic-world.html">We always have memory</a>, as Proust reminds us. He is famous of course for dwelling on food at length and almost unbelievable depth, as a narrative mechanism for accessing the infinite reserves of memory. Some of these you can taste in jenjewelbrown’s<br /><br /><br />when the juice flows<br /><br /><br /><br />these summer days keep ripening <br />into a lemon bleached strange-world like when you walk <br />out of a dark kitchen into the zenith blind as Daniel into the den<br />mice click and rustle under the boards against the fence <br /><br />she reaches up to peg the shirts<br />cracks around the washing line<br />mynas yack and muscle from the desert ash <br />: the dacks <br />she’s thinking of the mango juiced-up<br />on the chopping board<br /><br />the quickening streaks overhead <br />whipping her with cold wind up<br />beach of sky <br />clouds that tear and rumble <br />on radio women mutter<br />thunder a tin roof falling down a mine <br /><br />smelling the rain <br />the girls will see a snake swimming the flood<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Food does more than disappear from the plate in literature. It <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/55722937/caramel-slice-1-white-and-brown-enamel">signifies</a>. It dramatizes.<br />It becomes freighted with emotion. Just ask <a href="http://neilwrites.tumblr.com/post/327543356/grafted-tomatoes">neilwrites</a>. It lends imagery and metaphor to the author, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPG9l9QsrX4">accentuates action</a>, creates spectacle, sets mood, provides ritual, builds a stage around the dinner table, denotes rank and relative status. It confirms ethnicity or suggest hidden meaning. It is sensuality made manifest.<br /><br />For a man of action as well as letters, someone like Hemingway for instance, a meal on the page could be existentially empowering. In ‘A Moveable Feast’ he sits down<br />to eat, burdened by ennui. Sucking oysters from the shell, savouring their strong briny<br />tang, ‘that the cold wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent<br />texture,’ he is reborn. ‘I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and make plans.’<br /><br />Hungry poets know only too well about this. <a href="http://www.redbubble.com/people/frumphood/writing/3810582-im-not-going-to-die-in-this-bowl-of-soup">PJ Ryan</a> will tell you.<br /><br />Most writing about food, however, is more utilitarian. Guides to finding the best <a href="http://blogs.brisbanetimes.com.au/bluntinstrument/archives/2009/02/the_undiscovere.html">muffins</a>, or the <a href="http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/opinion/blogs/blunt-instrument/give-me-the-finger-anyday/20100920-15jmz.html">most dunkable biscuit</a>. In this category I happily include <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=733616751#!/note.php?note_id=135903950412&id=733616751&ref=mf">Billy Marshall Stoneking’s</a> guide to best dives, gin joint greasy spoons. And Mark Mordue’s <a href="http://www.markmordue.com/2008/09/food-for-thought.html">cautionary thoughts</a> on the spread of food fetishmism.The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-46646280933312942682010-06-04T18:04:00.000-07:002010-07-05T18:13:26.273-07:00THE GROUP - ISSUE #5<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>
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<br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><img alt="" src="file:///Users/jacquelinejones/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuVE6XiPFzYpzrBwTFPE2P3J2RkkDUBsJJosnA4s3bHKCTAdVdaXDf3bwZs25QoZb-eg7XNeaQjOZTcnsoVaLCrVipmOodRrpjwcP0f0Ch0PNvYBj5xg7bRwntOzC7szVzrIdhKhEK57E/s1600/overthemoon.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479499789172039170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuVE6XiPFzYpzrBwTFPE2P3J2RkkDUBsJJosnA4s3bHKCTAdVdaXDf3bwZs25QoZb-eg7XNeaQjOZTcnsoVaLCrVipmOodRrpjwcP0f0Ch0PNvYBj5xg7bRwntOzC7szVzrIdhKhEK57E/s400/overthemoon.jpg" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(This photo was taken by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/overthemoon/">overthemoon</a>.)</span>
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<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">In the essays, reviews, poems and stories that follow, the power of literature is shown in all kinds of ways. A writer discusses his new short story collection. A homesick poet remembers his country. A make-believe event in a literary life is energetically animated. In the face of tragedy, a promise to write becomes a call to action. Reading poetry is shown to be an invitation to participate in the act of creation. Words enthrall and tantalize. Books are plundered. We discover over and over that we read not only for pleasure but also to learn how to live. For many of us—the fortunate ones, in my opinion—we read because not to read is a kind of death.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Story by Mark Mordue</span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">On Saturday 22nd May 2010, it was announced that Mark Mordue was this year's winner of the Pascali Prize for Critical Writing. It is Australia's most prestigious award for critical expression and reflection on the arts, and carries with it a $15,000 prize. This piece is based on his speech at the Sydney Writers Festival where the award was announced.</span></span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Story and animation by Jack Feldstein</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Feldstein's rambling seemingly make-it-up-as-you-go-along, stream of consciousness narratives have been likened to Woody Allen and Spalding Gray, but with an Austrtalian twist.</span> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Feldstein was a scriptwriter for many years before</span><span style="font-size:0;">—</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">as he puts it</span><span style="font-size:0;">—</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">he woke up one morning and began making neon films.</span>
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<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Christopher Payne's </span></span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Asylum</span></span>
<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Review by Sue Bond</span>
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<br />If my heart could speak,</span>/<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;">I’m sure it would say, I wish I were</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;">/someplace else today.</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;">/ Among these books, a great amount of knowledge there/must be,</span>/<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;">but what good is knowledge where others carry the/keys.</span> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">
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<br />These lines are from a poem written by an unnamed patient on the wall of a basement in Augusta State Hospital in Maine. Christopher Payne has placed a photograph of the poem at the end of the main section of his images in </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;">Asylum: Inside the Closed World of State Mental Hospitals</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">, in a highly fascinating example of urban exploration literature. Sue Bond reviews this compelling book about the power of words in the most desperate of lives.</span>
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<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Gary Snyder & 'wasp-nest grammar: on poetic pilgrimage</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">
<br />Story by Martin Kovan</span>
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<br />Gary Snyder’s work had been with Martin Kovan since his early youth, quietly mildewing in his hippie stepfather’s capacious bookshelf. In this piece, Kovan reflects on meeting and working with Snyder, on the poet's tough graciousness, and how the real man matched up against the demi-god he'd constructed in his imagination.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Poem by Larry Buttrose</span>
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<br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Atlas Crouched: The Poetic Voice of Christina Conrad</span></span></span>
<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Story by Billy Marshall Stoneking</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">What one finds in Conrad's poetry is not knowledge but inspiration. It is in what she leaves unsaid, what she deftly alludes to but seldom expresses and never explains, that her poetry and art are most clearly perceived. But the perception that is there is made by the reader/listener/viewer of Conrad's work, and in the way she fashions her verse, so that it continually invites the reader/audience to participate in the act of creation.</span> </p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;">
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Story by Adair Jones</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">We read not only for pleasure but also to learn how to live. In this personal essay, Adair Jones meditates on the intersection between life and books.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Story by Belinda Jeffrey</span>
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<br /></p><p face="lucida grande" style="MARGIN-LEFT: -2.85pt;" class="MsoNormal">This piece was originally written in 2004 for <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Cordite Poetry Review</span>, which is one of the best all-poetry-related sites based in Australia, publishing three times a year. Not precisely a 'book review', the piece is really a theoretical/emotional/fragmentary response to Albiston's work: an attempt at inhabiting a role Oscar Wilde called 'the critic as artist'. <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">The Fall</span> is one of Heatherington's favourite collections of poetry written by an Australian, one he hopes will one day receive more of the recognition it deserves.</p><p style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande; MARGIN-LEFT: -2.85pt" class="MsoNormal">
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">In this review of <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Pride and Prejudice with Zombies</span> by Seth Graheme-Smith (Quirk Classics, 2009), Blazenka Brysha takes a look at a best-selling publishing exercise in plundering the copyright-free vaults of classic literature.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Story by B.M. Buttrose</span>
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<br />BM Buttrose shows us how a simple promise to write can take on transformational power in this touching short story about love, friendship and interconnected lives.
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Interview by Angela Meyer</span>
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<br />Gravel </em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">is Peter Goldsworthy’s new collection of short stories – amusing and moving - covering a range of predominantly white middle-class characters in conflict with their own egos. Angela Meyer joins Goldworthy in conversation on this newest work. </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Story by Nike Bourke</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A good writer reads because not to read would be a kind of death. Because, as Susan Sontag once wrote: “Reading, the love of reading, is what makes you dream of becoming a writer.” Nike Bourke explains her theory on why good writers are first and foremost good readers.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Story by Kavita Jindal</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Story by Sam Cooney</span>
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<br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">In this country, it's customary for a prize announcement to be coupled with a slickly worded collective argument outlining the decision, but rarely are we given any clue as to how this judgment was reached.</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Sam Cooney ponders the nature of the literary prize, the mystification of the decision-making process, and the real-world benefits of such awards.
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZHD1YJC3IOr97KiNu6V3KkaPjvws2isQ8AUoknzfqDWsiyP82TG4Lp5MrJ9uVhjttT_zMKNaqA7Zwa-hvCJ_TEGL073ayMt77Oy24z8SZgyDKAOwk1qB6r3zYj8XOZLVVPaVHSILm1SR/s1600/SueB.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479481943300722162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZHD1YJC3IOr97KiNu6V3KkaPjvws2isQ8AUoknzfqDWsiyP82TG4Lp5MrJ9uVhjttT_zMKNaqA7Zwa-hvCJ_TEGL073ayMt77Oy24z8SZgyDKAOwk1qB6r3zYj8XOZLVVPaVHSILm1SR/s200/SueB.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)">Sue Bond</span> is a writer, reviewer, and book reviews editor for </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://reviews.media-culture.org.au/modules.php?name=News&new_topic=5">M/C Reviews: Culture and the Media</a></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">. A very long time ago, she got a medical degree, then quickly segued into literature, obtaining an MA in Creative Writing with the wonderful and much missed Jan McKemmish. She has had short stories, articles and reviews published and is (still) mulling over her memoir of living with her adoptive parents; additionally, she keeps an erratic blog called </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://thewordygecko.wordpress.com/">The Wordy Gecko</a></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">.</span>
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<br />Blazenka Brysha</span> is a Melbourne writer, arts journalist and dance critic. Since 2003, she has been exploring the possibilities of writing for the cyber-space medium that was opened up by the internet. She began this, initially, as a way of extending her work beyond the space/time restrictions of traditional mainstream print/ radio media.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)">BM Buttrose</span> is an artist and writer living in the Blue Mountains. Her alter-ego is Jane Smith, interior design guru and artiste, whose book </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;">Finding the Shelf Within: Spiritual Development Through Home Improvement</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> was published last year by New Holland Publishers.</span> <meta name="Title" content=""><meta name="Keywords" content=""><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"><link style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/jacquelinejones/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0/clip_filelist.xml"><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--StartFragment-->
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<br />The author of more than a dozen books, <span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)">Larry Buttrose</span>'s current project is writing a new stage version of </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;">Don Quixote</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> for the Bell Shakespeare Company. </span><meta name="Title" content=""><meta name="Keywords" content=""><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"><link style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/jacquelinejones/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0/clip_filelist.xml"><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--StartFragment-->
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJS_KPGiHMio3zcAGabjt8Ikh7rDcZfOyxHuzcMzr7-Rj1kCqZ3DkYMyS86EXGxOmFrdKNaKO8a-Zm91MAc5_uJyG4H7_z2HuPbMuWW5Hqt74aFO5sKfdeCK5RhNxKKZEfx6YIQItyzGc/s1600/Sam+Cooney+headshot.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479496377328172706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJS_KPGiHMio3zcAGabjt8Ikh7rDcZfOyxHuzcMzr7-Rj1kCqZ3DkYMyS86EXGxOmFrdKNaKO8a-Zm91MAc5_uJyG4H7_z2HuPbMuWW5Hqt74aFO5sKfdeCK5RhNxKKZEfx6YIQItyzGc/s200/Sam+Cooney+headshot.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)">Sam Cooney</span> is a writer living in Melbourne. He recently completed a graduate writing degree with a second major in literature, and writes fiction, non-fiction, and journalistic pieces, some of which get published. Sam works with Express Media, and also reads fiction for journals and anthologies. You can find him in all the usual overcrowded dens on the internet or in Berlin next year.</span>
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WqC0SHv5rzs8cFcvshnpUJLNPXhyphenhyphen3noZpDPSFVeB8tFwCOzzQTZd9QZI8N9fzQxfObDquUKOa-lmseaScqu9eT38o9f1hCQh5ce59auxJV-2OZldOGyX2zAjFzzWvYIKS1qqh4CqrWZa/s1600/Jack-full-color-web.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479472687930148034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WqC0SHv5rzs8cFcvshnpUJLNPXhyphenhyphen3noZpDPSFVeB8tFwCOzzQTZd9QZI8N9fzQxfObDquUKOa-lmseaScqu9eT38o9f1hCQh5ce59auxJV-2OZldOGyX2zAjFzzWvYIKS1qqh4CqrWZa/s200/Jack-full-color-web.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)">Jack Feldstein</span> is a Jewish animator from Sydney. His trademark style is the </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;">neonizing</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> of a combination of live action video recording and public domain material, particularly cartoons. </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;">Neonizing</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> is a complex computer-based technique that renders the lines of an image like a neon sign. Feldstein describes neon animation as a deconstructionist, post-modern animation filmmaking style that utilises appropriation and pop art techniques, in a Warhol meets Vegas look.</span> <meta name="Title" content=""><meta name="Keywords" content=""><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"><link style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/jacquelinejones/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0/clip_filelist.xml"><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--StartFragment--><!--EndFragment-->
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<br />Belinda Jeffrey </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">is a Brisbane-based writer and the author of </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;">Brown Skin Blue</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> (UQP 2009), her first novel. Her second novel is due out in September. She is currently hard at work on two other projects, a third young adult novel and her first adult novel.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)">Adair Jones</span> is a writer from New York now living in Brisbane. Her articles, reviews and short stories have been published widely, many of which may also be found on her literary blog<span style="font-size:85%;"> <a style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://adairjones.wordpress.com/">WordSearch</a></span>. She is exuberantly involved in the Australian literary world and dedicated to the writing life.</span>
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<br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)">Angela Meyer</span>'s short stories, reviews, articles and interviews have been published widely. She is a former acting editor of </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;">Bookseller+Publishing</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> magazine, chairs panels at various writers festivals, and is working on a novel through a Doctor of Creative Arts at the University of Western Sydney. She runs the popular literary blog </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://blogs.crikey.com.au/literaryminded"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;">LiteraryMinded</span></a></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)">rob walker</span> has three poetry collections: </span><meta name="Title" content=""><meta name="Keywords" content=""><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"><link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/jacquelinejones/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0/clip_filelist.xml"><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 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Try his </span><meta name="Title" content=""><meta name="Keywords" content=""><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"><link style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/jacquelinejones/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0/clip_filelist.xml"><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {mso-style-noshow:yes; color:blue; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {mso-style-noshow:yes; color:purple; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--StartFragment--><a style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://www.robwalkerpoet.com/"><link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/jacquelinejones/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0/clip_filelist.xml"><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {mso-style-noshow:yes; color:blue; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {mso-style-noshow:yes; color:purple; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--StartFragment--><span><span></span></span></a><span><a style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://www.robwalkerpoet.com/"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">website</span></span></a></span><!--EndFragment--><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><!--EndFragment--><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">for more self-promotion.</span>
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<br />The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-36412936111788795702010-02-02T22:44:00.000-08:002010-02-03T21:23:30.236-08:00THE GROUP - ISSUE #4<div id="ms__id343"><br /><div id="ms__id38"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">the travel issue</span> </div><div id="ms__id39"><span style="font-size:85%;">"</span><span style="font-size:78%;">you wanna be there..."</span><br /><br /><br /><em>a word from the Editor<br /></em><br /></div><div id="ms__id342"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikDPp4nTcz3qeo12xyJbYuwm9eHhJm2LD13ExEjsBzHzf_Qp16_Jkakle9025hvEKZqhKo_niX4Xsq78R6vOYIWeGsbXrjpfQIaOaZX_YtXyIRQvyp7b5JSXDM_3tfNHwylCmaP2CZqhur/s1600-h/copy.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433904905756541202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikDPp4nTcz3qeo12xyJbYuwm9eHhJm2LD13ExEjsBzHzf_Qp16_Jkakle9025hvEKZqhKo_niX4Xsq78R6vOYIWeGsbXrjpfQIaOaZX_YtXyIRQvyp7b5JSXDM_3tfNHwylCmaP2CZqhur/s200/copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />It’s unfortunate that the word “journey” is such a debased term in popular culture, freely reserved for teary-eyed reality TV contestants and a be-your-own Frankenstein mojo that underlines the motivational me-spirituality retailed to us in books, television and song today. It seems everyone is running their mouths over the word ‘journey’ with nary a thought to its larger meaning or worth.<br /><br />Maybe the media is too kind to us in that regard, making violence in Afghanistan seem as close to us as Paris Hilton’s hand-bag, deluding us we are familiar with the world entire – when really we hardly know it all. As the Australian singer Dave Graney once put it, the truth is this: “You wanna be there, but you don’t wanna travel.”<br /><br />Given the second (hand) life we often lead, it’s nice to think travel writing and images can still have some vitality, and a deeper affect. The first thing any serious travel writer realizes, of course – and any traveller for that matter – is that you don’t just move through the world, the world also moves through you. It’s that combination of (observed) outer and (felt) inner life that constitutes the real power of great travel literature and indeed the way ‘travel’ as a genre nowadays melds with memoir and journeying tales of all kinds.<br /><br />To my mind this liberates it as a form to embrace everything from personal stories of struggle and becoming to serious photo reportage, essays, profiles and indeed the old-fashioned story of a place and time evoked vividly and accurately. It seems to me some of the most exciting creative and reportorial work right now is happening under this loose umbrella or journeying mood, this catch-all term that online communication is freeing up and varying even more as a 'form'.<br /><br />What follows is an aggregation of stories and images related to travel, journey and place. From a cabbie’s obsession with the street art he witnesses and documents to a guided tour of Auschwitz, from first hand reflections on female roller derby action in Sydney to a young woman coping with her mother’s fight against cancer, and Dave Graney’s own voyage into the secret world of hip hop. Family relationships, rock ‘n’ roll, poetry, photo-essays, animation… India, Russia, Columbia… it’s all here pulsing away. Have a scroll through the departure points below and hitch a ride or two. With luck you’ll really get somewhere.<br /><br /><strong>- Mark Mordue</strong></div></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-17296142755598360072010-02-02T22:35:00.000-08:002010-02-02T22:39:37.535-08:00<div id="ms__id327"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>WHAT WAS THERE – A CABBIE’S MANY VOYAGES OF DISCOVERY</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Story and photos by Colin Hubert</span></div><div id="ms__id326"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><br /><div id="ms__id333"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8HwnMzrtlTSkRWr2D5INfriQyrrpmNsog3dcqp2NHeyPo5O1ZpPDpgpHj4UIBXu9oWE8zfCpljagRaVAtTix4Jhp6L4GrFSTPqggoTMpA4jexA5bieLnOrj0VN0leWmiBJHwHPzqStA7H/s1600-h/3170180099_2b13bf19b8_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433902815042628114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8HwnMzrtlTSkRWr2D5INfriQyrrpmNsog3dcqp2NHeyPo5O1ZpPDpgpHj4UIBXu9oWE8zfCpljagRaVAtTix4Jhp6L4GrFSTPqggoTMpA4jexA5bieLnOrj0VN0leWmiBJHwHPzqStA7H/s400/3170180099_2b13bf19b8_b.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div id="ms__id329"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div id="ms__id328">Life in the city is more fun when you pay attention to the graffiti and street art. It cheers the anarchist soul to find evidence that people will go out of their way to do something that is not allowed, when there is nothing in it for them.<br /><br />There is tagging, and writing pieces, that many people find ugly and confounding, even scary.There are also finely honed artisan skills, developed and passed on outside of art schools - a miracle of modern culture.<br /><br />And there is play, and adventure, and much interest in plotting and documenting street art in the city.<br /><br />Places in the city become defined by the traces that people have left. Some street art celebrates places by commenting on what is there, or what was there recently.<br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://www.wallup.net/" target="_blank">http://www.wallup.net/</a></div></div><div id="ms__id335"></div><br /><div id="ms__id334"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_SdOU0HD9CrTMEjsaMBj0hh1WXagUeJvmTV-J8vvAp81P7W8s7uzWzwzSzF5KlPtYrmkrUGeB3xkh9p3ZwvUDaSsnJALN1eWCSsY56fo5TjPJOiorDBDJycY6shx6SyDINwxpLnrhW8rB/s1600-h/4321494323_b01a60087b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433903040496797650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_SdOU0HD9CrTMEjsaMBj0hh1WXagUeJvmTV-J8vvAp81P7W8s7uzWzwzSzF5KlPtYrmkrUGeB3xkh9p3ZwvUDaSsnJALN1eWCSsY56fo5TjPJOiorDBDJycY6shx6SyDINwxpLnrhW8rB/s400/4321494323_b01a60087b.jpg" /></a></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-39276356835809785432010-02-02T22:33:00.001-08:002010-02-02T22:34:57.493-08:00<div id="ms__id321"><div id="ms__id318"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>THE PURSUIT OF DERBYNESS</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Jacinta Walpole</span></div><div id="ms__id319"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span><br /><br /><div id="ms__id320"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggS8TDRzUl7e2pmb79GwFM0XJesKGML5wtHS5BLYfrmn0ur8w6md6Vvh5or9HnrJQpuzT4eez4kM16uY9SbGiEugkcIfBxPaF9E8G7A66-03b5yHAiv3w93rQMzkA2oiwnmjZfDXbwjgQL/s1600-h/derby.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433901883080641202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggS8TDRzUl7e2pmb79GwFM0XJesKGML5wtHS5BLYfrmn0ur8w6md6Vvh5or9HnrJQpuzT4eez4kM16uY9SbGiEugkcIfBxPaF9E8G7A66-03b5yHAiv3w93rQMzkA2oiwnmjZfDXbwjgQL/s400/derby.jpg" /></a><br /><br />One summer holiday in Sydney, a grown up girl puts on a pair of roller skates in an attempt to distract herself from her past. It is the anniversary of her step father’s passing. Fueled by beer, hurt, whiskey and anger, she discovers the hell-on-wheels world of roller derby.<br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://www.jacintafleur.com/?p=284" target="_blank">http://www.jacintafleur.com/?p=284</a></div></div></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-52479034447545065172010-02-02T22:29:00.000-08:002010-02-02T22:32:31.750-08:00<div id="ms__id308"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">FOUR THREE EIGHT</span><br /></em><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Jason Childs</span></div><div id="ms__id307"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><div id="ms__id310"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_LJ7HYd4qhd8Myqrh4KR33A3B3fE2CKuAH4nJZvqebJEjay0E8xO5nkq3twxMXyafvguPtDB5aIBqzVUaY24KqSIB2j3gMDDMzXruf-jaaZw_8_Qed5oGQBUunwPVWJ3keuyDRp7FnQs_/s1600-h/busride.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433901219359614738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_LJ7HYd4qhd8Myqrh4KR33A3B3fE2CKuAH4nJZvqebJEjay0E8xO5nkq3twxMXyafvguPtDB5aIBqzVUaY24KqSIB2j3gMDDMzXruf-jaaZw_8_Qed5oGQBUunwPVWJ3keuyDRp7FnQs_/s400/busride.jpg" /></a><br /><br />In which a peaceful bus ride is interrupted; the author’s knowledge of World War Two revisionist literature is tested; personal space is violated; eggnog is suspected; feelings of misanthropy are triggered; some reflections on 21st century exhibitionism and individualism are expounded; J. Edgar Hoover is revealed for what he may well have been; silences grow increasingly awkward; and a cliff-hanger ending leaves us wondering whether the time a bus takes to make it up George St has anything to do with the trip’s duration.<br /><br />Link<br /><a href="http://thelorgnette.blogspot.com/2009/07/438.html">http://thelorgnette.blogspot.com/2009/07/438.html</a></div><div id="ms__id312"></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-67433252811154189862010-02-02T22:26:00.000-08:002010-02-02T22:29:38.112-08:00<div id="ms__id302"><div id="ms__id298"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">BLESS THIS HOUSE<br /></span></em><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Ben Rumble</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><div id="ms__id295"><br /><div id="ms__id300"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-77Udfks-ehvleRMTEu960WPeIyYzRqqcYspK_fu8WRWQZbs4Ck38qd9LwftY7Nb0NcWpd7-Iv3qKTGGtdsZPcU9pHCxdrL54N4cwm77nmws3Lm0E6HzKMkzQvNvOH-nH2FiLTV4Orc7B/s1600-h/benr1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433900248331397106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-77Udfks-ehvleRMTEu960WPeIyYzRqqcYspK_fu8WRWQZbs4Ck38qd9LwftY7Nb0NcWpd7-Iv3qKTGGtdsZPcU9pHCxdrL54N4cwm77nmws3Lm0E6HzKMkzQvNvOH-nH2FiLTV4Orc7B/s400/benr1.JPG" /></a><br /><br />This piece is about a living, breathing house. It’s also about the family who lived in it. As a kid who grew up on the Mid North Coast, I’ve always been a bit suspicious of Sydney’s suburban west. I’ve always felt an unease as I’ve driven through these suburbs, even though I’ve come to know them so well as the place where many of my great mates had grown up. When my best friend’s family house was ready for sale it heralded the end of an era, and prompted one last visit to a place I didn’t realise was so special until the drive back to the city later that evening. This place rocked.<br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://spiritualized76.wordpress.com/">http://spiritualized76.wordpress.com/</a></div></div></div><br /><div id="ms__id301"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioprMstYzymZY31juP4tWKWN1dPDL2wuf5ULLW_AyJbF5dsNo5bFjIumV807_NcqHYyC0WsW1dJ8oHQoUV-nifY6unksPEf-04grnpyEVKfCGG_7XDn95c8TzJ8aKXghYF2Axatx5e0Vov/s1600-h/benr2.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 121px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433900459010892994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioprMstYzymZY31juP4tWKWN1dPDL2wuf5ULLW_AyJbF5dsNo5bFjIumV807_NcqHYyC0WsW1dJ8oHQoUV-nifY6unksPEf-04grnpyEVKfCGG_7XDn95c8TzJ8aKXghYF2Axatx5e0Vov/s200/benr2.JPG" /></a></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-10118665997679007492010-02-02T22:23:00.000-08:002010-02-02T22:25:38.425-08:00<div id="ms__id285"><div id="ms__id281"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>WE WILL GO, BUT I CANNOT FOLLOW</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Bonnie Rando Leys</span></div><div id="ms__id280"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><div id="ms__id282"><br /><div id="ms__id284"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjleWDTw_iR0YRA0xO450nT2GrTvcF3O7AS3XjaJyUuciV87JM2bYuL1DGMyk-05WzwdS6LbO3NYsvD9mCjkw0rubsLmGFuqhU-14BXtPNqaVi_EY8FQhM2bpXb6xt4KJCaNpzo3N83aoft/s1600-h/IMG_0675.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433899414825896226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjleWDTw_iR0YRA0xO450nT2GrTvcF3O7AS3XjaJyUuciV87JM2bYuL1DGMyk-05WzwdS6LbO3NYsvD9mCjkw0rubsLmGFuqhU-14BXtPNqaVi_EY8FQhM2bpXb6xt4KJCaNpzo3N83aoft/s400/IMG_0675.JPG" /></a><br /><br />'We will go but I cannot follow' explores a daughter's emotional journey as she watches her mother battle cancer. A memoir detailing the exhaustion, grief and dark camaraderie of one family as they try to preserve and restore the one they love.<br /><br />Link:</div><br /><a href="http://www.redthesea.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://www.redthesea.blogspot.com/</a> </div></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-16831085110259210042010-02-02T22:19:00.001-08:002010-02-02T22:22:43.903-08:00<div id="ms__id271"><div id="ms__id269"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>MUM’S NEW ROCKSTAR GENTLEMAN BOYFRIEND</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Shalie C. Sweetnam</span></div><div id="ms__id268"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Isssue #4</span></div></div><br /><div id="ms__id270"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-kz_ROGIlLmsHB9WFd1R372erreDiqzC8meba91W3YwnOAe0yeAezsrQnF_0_1A-WJymMQeQ-qzo4pHbUrZXNZgZNEuQiJE-ocqRVfNTVry7IMbbEVCcnyB52yjDskDQxCoIoUA1QoC4/s1600-h/James+Athurs.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433898262551826914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY-kz_ROGIlLmsHB9WFd1R372erreDiqzC8meba91W3YwnOAe0yeAezsrQnF_0_1A-WJymMQeQ-qzo4pHbUrZXNZgZNEuQiJE-ocqRVfNTVry7IMbbEVCcnyB52yjDskDQxCoIoUA1QoC4/s400/James+Athurs.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />I began working on this novel as a means to explore my unorthodox childhood. Having had a serious relationship breakdown with my mother, I was interested in shedding light on my memories, and more importantly expressing my childhood voice. Drugs, alcohol, sex, Art and rock ‘n’ roll have always been a part of my life, which I don’t think really hindered my development, it accelerated it. Luckily my only form of rebellion was to run away from home to live with a <em>normal</em> family at 14.<br /><br />I had close relationships with very charismatic adults growing up; this chapter describes my meeting my stepfather for the first time. I wrote it for his daughter, my half sister, who was born when I was 13. He passed away when she was 7 years old, succumbing to cirrhosis after years of alcoholism and heroin addiction. I’ve been working on these stories for over 20 years now, and like the mild forms of childhood abuse I experienced as a kid, I forget that they exist and have any value to anyone except myself. It feels good to share them again, to give my stepfather credit for guiding me through what could have been a painful and lonely time if he hadn’t treated me with such respect, and to show his daughter that there are many elements that make up a man, and that his kindness and generosity of spirit overshadows his many faults in my eyes.<br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://shakerbaker.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://shakerbaker.blogspot.com/</a></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-42278924695879044192010-02-02T22:14:00.001-08:002010-02-02T22:18:16.081-08:00<div id="ms__id261"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>SOME FACTS ABOUT MY SISTER</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Emma Brazil</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><br /><div id="ms__id259"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div id="ms__id260">A sister looks back with affection over her younger sister’s life, and struggles as she learns to let go – and honour – her sister’s own unique journey and choices.<br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://emmabrazil.com/" target="_blank">http://emmabrazil.com/</a></div><div id="ms__id263"></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwiv5zuBvtUI9ZVmdp4JrVAlWZmfGP9oZiVNvdZVy9jV0IeXJaW05XzKt9ErdC3_uLDbNFtbHUNPAxtXVccbdEXYdHhEFJz-MGR7ewSGkelLU9F5HjtZZwk9vrKklx67UjueqxALzSY8Zg/s1600-h/emmabrazil-sisters.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433897565492338930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwiv5zuBvtUI9ZVmdp4JrVAlWZmfGP9oZiVNvdZVy9jV0IeXJaW05XzKt9ErdC3_uLDbNFtbHUNPAxtXVccbdEXYdHhEFJz-MGR7ewSGkelLU9F5HjtZZwk9vrKklx67UjueqxALzSY8Zg/s400/emmabrazil-sisters.jpg" /></a>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-83536860389726418172010-02-02T22:08:00.000-08:002010-02-14T14:29:12.456-08:00<div id="ms__id239"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>THE INEVITABLE DEATH OF AN ARTIST</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Nicholas Hopkins<br />Images by Karamula</span></div><div id="ms__id238"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span><br /><br /></div><div id="ms__id241"><div id="ms__id244"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1-4fNFxXWIgnrcRQFdezt4FdZxh3PbiI-ykbwEplYXW4uHHAKiu-K5SuO7Pscdmzs1ay4v6YoB4dMHHknXtBQxPR6X_Lyf_yN1gQ43ouEf0l17Un8XRJRMbFF-8LO1A2ABq-Ws9U2vCeA/s1600-h/1.png"><img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433895537631173922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1-4fNFxXWIgnrcRQFdezt4FdZxh3PbiI-ykbwEplYXW4uHHAKiu-K5SuO7Pscdmzs1ay4v6YoB4dMHHknXtBQxPR6X_Lyf_yN1gQ43ouEf0l17Un8XRJRMbFF-8LO1A2ABq-Ws9U2vCeA/s400/1.png" /></a><br /><br /></div><div id="ms__id243"></div><div id="ms__id249">‘The Inevitable Death of an Artist’ was originally written as exercise in creative non-fiction but has since turned into a work of complete fabrication. The story depicts the last moments of a self-concerned Australian artist before he dies of a heroin overdose on the country’s southeastern coast. It bares the thoughts and actions of a character who has resigned himself to death. The story uses descriptions of Australian landscape and iconography to evoke a particular sense of identity and place.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l/5b5ff;misterstankins.blogspot.com">http://www.facebook.com/l/5b5ff;misterstankins.blogspot.com</a></div></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh00s-Xc0-uXf2amn2usRwd6GfFz0ynWMPUCoq_Z_YNdQVedYB4gArwcJ063Um6wM6FU5a10ZoHE5tmURxdAK8WPjJLnNV6v2JzuW-vI-t2keoO73L3nnWKf0ADgOOUr3TcjW0WXCBASNYG/s1600-h/2.png"><img style="WIDTH: 145px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433895827163568642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh00s-Xc0-uXf2amn2usRwd6GfFz0ynWMPUCoq_Z_YNdQVedYB4gArwcJ063Um6wM6FU5a10ZoHE5tmURxdAK8WPjJLnNV6v2JzuW-vI-t2keoO73L3nnWKf0ADgOOUr3TcjW0WXCBASNYG/s200/2.png" /></a>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-48457574726958153692010-02-02T22:04:00.000-08:002010-02-02T22:07:48.464-08:00<div id="ms__id229"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">THE ECSTASY OF GARY GREEN<br /></span></em><span style="color:#666666;">Animation by Jack Feldstein</span></div><div id="ms__id228"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span><br /><br /></div><div id="ms__id231"><div id="ms__id230"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpc-5hrvCZHKEIu1z6CKGhdDSYoxzN_wqfq9-L_sEHUhvrvg1dfncvg9cuhq88SboMAp-5m99Nl0SxKQNODn8560dqOjCshXkckTNp19ytlEAZcU7hsrMrVoGJE1lHtj6t9oqV32RqoB9b/s1600-h/300.dpi.EofGG.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433894704293395378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpc-5hrvCZHKEIu1z6CKGhdDSYoxzN_wqfq9-L_sEHUhvrvg1dfncvg9cuhq88SboMAp-5m99Nl0SxKQNODn8560dqOjCshXkckTNp19ytlEAZcU7hsrMrVoGJE1lHtj6t9oqV32RqoB9b/s400/300.dpi.EofGG.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Jack Feldstein's stream of consciousness neon animation about a man's existential crisis and search for happiness, "The Ecstasy of Gary Green" was shortlisted for the Tiger Award for Short Film at the Rotterdam International Film Festival in 2006. In Melbourne, "The Ecstasy of Gary Green" received an Honourable Mention at the Melbourne International Animation Festival at ACMI. It has since been screened in countless international and national film festivals and featured on cable TV in North America and Europe.<br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5232130589393222104" target="_blank">http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5232130589393222104</a></div></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-35918322856978124652010-02-02T22:02:00.000-08:002010-02-02T22:04:24.821-08:00<div id="ms__id222"><br /><div id="ms__id219"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>THE KETTLE</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Larry Buttrose</span></div><div id="ms__id218"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><div id="ms__id221"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LkIOM_K8eTxgAHfZfcygHojgTYcL2Mygf5vMZTdaE81R68w6OKYHaMk5w6sdXlOgSagsxxYSiynOUWszGdW_eF_uou4PVqborPTUbf2mqTM5WuwSxCOsj2ATeV8S1oYBXTc9Wh3z6lN3/s1600-h/prestige_porcelain_kettle_red.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433893905574638354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LkIOM_K8eTxgAHfZfcygHojgTYcL2Mygf5vMZTdaE81R68w6OKYHaMk5w6sdXlOgSagsxxYSiynOUWszGdW_eF_uou4PVqborPTUbf2mqTM5WuwSxCOsj2ATeV8S1oYBXTc9Wh3z6lN3/s400/prestige_porcelain_kettle_red.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Larry Buttrose traverses the deep oceanic divide between the USA and the English-speaking world in this cautionary tale of two voltages.<br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://larrybuttrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/kettle.html" target="_blank">http://larrybuttrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/kettle.html</a><br /></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-48550188559578739672010-02-02T21:58:00.000-08:002010-02-02T22:02:13.559-08:00<div id="ms__id209"><div id="ms__id205"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">THE POSSIBILITY OF WATER<br /></span></em><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Chris Womersley</span></div><div id="ms__id208"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0soLaiRJifV3bZnqB1gRHrqodKNLqnKZaMmcO6l6GI76Yw7wZz0Q31V5AS0bCG3iJYW4PqtaXK0m6UY02eat06i8dRG_AEUfG_NbNgLg20Fwafqo0ogPP0FfVjxvH1LvJOsv6CRDAgqm/s1600-h/possibilityofwater.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433893203856346434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0soLaiRJifV3bZnqB1gRHrqodKNLqnKZaMmcO6l6GI76Yw7wZz0Q31V5AS0bCG3iJYW4PqtaXK0m6UY02eat06i8dRG_AEUfG_NbNgLg20Fwafqo0ogPP0FfVjxvH1LvJOsv6CRDAgqm/s400/possibilityofwater.jpg" /></a><br /><br />One hot summer night in inner-city Melbourne, a pair of young desperadoes have an unusual encounter that might just change their lives forever.<br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://www.griffithreview.com/edition-20/68-fiction/59-womersley20.html">http://www.griffithreview.com/edition-20/68-fiction/59-womersley20.html</a> </div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-3101142775501363392010-02-02T21:47:00.000-08:002010-02-02T21:58:10.070-08:00<div id="ms__id186"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>DARK MATTER, BLACK TRUTH, BEYOND STARS</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Dave Graney</span></div><div id="ms__id185"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><br /><div id="ms__id197"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgshbMMWu4Q4O3SgQKo4Drk6aarcpzRWTbhRGHKlsv2cwiTap8HagcaNpBxr8lXfMawT8-GG8gwnMSF41qYIOy7piucjRwUw2AG5vBUpTHPGM_ShZ9ZVGiJQzTQgncp5Sf-BAJSlrKyOLA1/s1600-h/200px-First_Come,_First_Serve.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433892117576778578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgshbMMWu4Q4O3SgQKo4Drk6aarcpzRWTbhRGHKlsv2cwiTap8HagcaNpBxr8lXfMawT8-GG8gwnMSF41qYIOy7piucjRwUw2AG5vBUpTHPGM_ShZ9ZVGiJQzTQgncp5Sf-BAJSlrKyOLA1/s400/200px-First_Come,_First_Serve.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div id="ms__id189"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div id="ms__id187">It’s a story of my interest and engagement a hidden yet massively popular form of music. Rap music, informed by the streams of black American music going back to before recorded technology yet treated mostly by the mainstream as a toxic and cheap aberration. For me, its got it all, the drama and the characters and the internal energy and dynamics and the regional variations and the political intrigue as it drifts, like a cloud , to occupy all the vacant space- the void - it has moved into, yet tries to approximate its initial shape and form.<br /><br /><a href="http://davegraney.blogspot.com/2010/01/dark-matter-black-truth-beyond-stars.html" target="_blank">http://davegraney.blogspot.com/2010/01/dark-matter-black-truth-beyond-stars.html</a></div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNBsIJGBvT1rDWEwDY5oOuQmNACyisOHQ9CxwZBsyEgdNYDja8gri-KfmEI8cWWP3rZBodMijsBMJKE_ViaVAu5eAElIVXrw2xfYyrFGDnkv7bIhKI9M5BoVMnHDMC3DRDYrD-yTeDRwXG/s1600-h/simg_t_oc80655h76v6.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433892344158011986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNBsIJGBvT1rDWEwDY5oOuQmNACyisOHQ9CxwZBsyEgdNYDja8gri-KfmEI8cWWP3rZBodMijsBMJKE_ViaVAu5eAElIVXrw2xfYyrFGDnkv7bIhKI9M5BoVMnHDMC3DRDYrD-yTeDRwXG/s400/simg_t_oc80655h76v6.jpg" /></a>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-729845647080039922010-02-02T21:38:00.000-08:002010-02-02T21:47:00.347-08:00<div id="ms__id155"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>THERE IS NO PARACETEMOL</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Daniel O’Connell</span><br /></div><div id="ms__id156"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><div id="ms__id160"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div id="ms__id159"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs_Zaid5ScRv-R1GkdZDyIccSwoi8vZ3WwfCrNMse-VCKM27o1kB3ysiI-spVITu2po_itKjWgK9tvgSfLqDFA4DmNt9ks3ugF1FnMYj1oxtKQh78BxPb8sbF9jAsOFbvN_n8xf_99Qd20/s1600-h/IMG_8976.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433888282548856210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs_Zaid5ScRv-R1GkdZDyIccSwoi8vZ3WwfCrNMse-VCKM27o1kB3ysiI-spVITu2po_itKjWgK9tvgSfLqDFA4DmNt9ks3ugF1FnMYj1oxtKQh78BxPb8sbF9jAsOFbvN_n8xf_99Qd20/s400/IMG_8976.JPG" /></a><br /><div id="ms__id171"></div><div id="ms__id172"></div><br />In The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot called April the cruelest month. If last April was anything to go by, I'd have to agree. My ex-girlfriend had recently ripped my heart out of my balls. Life was a miasma of booze, confusion and loneliness. Welcoming any distraction, I accompanied a buck's party to the annual Irish Festival at Tullamore, a small town on the Central Western Plains of New South Wales. Never go there.<br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://imeanfuck.posterous.com/there-is-no-paracetemol">http://imeanfuck.posterous.com/there-is-no-paracetemol</a>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-35274479412165148982010-02-02T21:33:00.000-08:002010-02-04T12:08:49.502-08:00<div id="ms__id147"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>ABBALANCHE</em><br /></span><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Jana Roose</span></div><div id="ms__id146"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><div id="ms__id150"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div id="ms__id149"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-XnVdqulAQy1tE_BbZ-hNgfdUz7eEINumPIJoGKlpWIg_elBl5N8uA50hJAw7uw0AwEWOzchZe1MAcnPpEymrUbZZN0FEB-gwLsnSwaPA-RSnVkH1lx94wq75ypAApa3tTNpPHvZFojC6/s1600-h/Abbalanche+4.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433886667612157714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-XnVdqulAQy1tE_BbZ-hNgfdUz7eEINumPIJoGKlpWIg_elBl5N8uA50hJAw7uw0AwEWOzchZe1MAcnPpEymrUbZZN0FEB-gwLsnSwaPA-RSnVkH1lx94wq75ypAApa3tTNpPHvZFojC6/s400/Abbalanche+4.jpg" /></a><br /><br />He is the ordinary man. He takes a piss in the morning and a shit in the evening. Bob Wheatley has lived through enough to know that the vision you have for your life and your actual life are running on parallel paths. The two might occasionally curve in toward the centre and catch a whiff of the other in the breeze, but they don’t ever meet. And he’s okay with that. A principled musician who performs in an Abba tribute band, he’s taking the stigma away from the word ‘compromise’ and he’s doing it with a smile. He is the you and the me and our neighbour across the street, Ladies and Gentlemen, Bob Wheatley...<br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://janaroose.blogspot.com/2010/01/b-i-t-t-e-r-s-w-e-d-e.html" target="_blank">http://janaroose.blogspot.com/2010/01/b-i-t-t-e-r-s-w-e-d-e.html</a><a href="http://janaroose.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"></a><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIWXjyhyphenhyphenld1sSKtgZcyjvicaf8S0OzRisLTLH6SjG5Y9Fnf9lz8RexCw91Jc3K28ji3DiLGEhbKPEJVGQMq_yKJmsYffEn-8Vwj9KU_lNYWu0gLNYXd9fDi4PalN8ST9YI25Ohs4msRAD/s1600-h/Piano+2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433887301042220626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIWXjyhyphenhyphenld1sSKtgZcyjvicaf8S0OzRisLTLH6SjG5Y9Fnf9lz8RexCw91Jc3K28ji3DiLGEhbKPEJVGQMq_yKJmsYffEn-8Vwj9KU_lNYWu0gLNYXd9fDi4PalN8ST9YI25Ohs4msRAD/s400/Piano+2.jpg" /></a>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-38501718469390546842010-02-02T21:19:00.000-08:002010-02-02T21:24:14.267-08:00<div id="ms__id105"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>LYRICS TO IMAGINARY SONGS</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Essay by Mark Mordue</span></div><div id="ms__id104"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span><br /><br /></div><div id="ms__id106"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DXTT46jlzM2S7UZFma9t2g-ZARPBvBofZ9aDUeRvOkA__Og5_yvs3jksFGR0U9_K3I9PglgN5jR4xVj96l0pQ9CvNcp4KaD76FZBaHZ6gLdZdyPGveg5i_-HKwlaVhLio3hkQldEs4Sf/s1600-h/6a00d83452989a69e2010534d2e49f970c-800wi.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433882870807490434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DXTT46jlzM2S7UZFma9t2g-ZARPBvBofZ9aDUeRvOkA__Og5_yvs3jksFGR0U9_K3I9PglgN5jR4xVj96l0pQ9CvNcp4KaD76FZBaHZ6gLdZdyPGveg5i_-HKwlaVhLio3hkQldEs4Sf/s400/6a00d83452989a69e2010534d2e49f970c-800wi.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Poetry’s not dead – it’s more alive than ever in the breath and rhythm of modern rock ‘n’ roll and popular song.<br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://www.markmordue.com/2009/08/lyrics-to-imaginary-songs.html">http://www.markmordue.com/2009/08/lyrics-to-imaginary-songs.html</a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj__scRSaCqZFbqaqMmQ9JTP-xRZH9zFNwFLW24FRMwv3XRKkDcNuW0q_UwZR6kobSU3wcZsFEeqBdaJ6N32u-z3e0JKbB3T0utrA_JWfyRyPHS5kwha80DInJWuDVv44V73HnxJN9Gsf0p/s1600-h/AS4QNB2CAYI0QP4CAXH32QOCAETBUVUCA6MG307CA230VQDCAU6FTHWCAH98V26CABT2BVDCACVGGTFCA3FRCHVCA3HMQSECA5N5Q5RCAM1X0H9CALRXRITCA2CV711CA7H9OFCCA7ZQCP3CAUKIAMD.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433883115985291170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj__scRSaCqZFbqaqMmQ9JTP-xRZH9zFNwFLW24FRMwv3XRKkDcNuW0q_UwZR6kobSU3wcZsFEeqBdaJ6N32u-z3e0JKbB3T0utrA_JWfyRyPHS5kwha80DInJWuDVv44V73HnxJN9Gsf0p/s320/AS4QNB2CAYI0QP4CAXH32QOCAETBUVUCA6MG307CA230VQDCAU6FTHWCAH98V26CABT2BVDCACVGGTFCA3FRCHVCA3HMQSECA5N5Q5RCAM1X0H9CALRXRITCA2CV711CA7H9OFCCA7ZQCP3CAUKIAMD.jpg" /></a></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-63109778200268158262010-02-02T21:16:00.000-08:002010-02-03T15:34:18.832-08:00<div id="ms__id93"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>WELCOME TO THE CRUZ</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Billy Marshall Stoneking</span></div><div id="ms__id94"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><div id="ms__id99"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div id="ms__id98"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div id="ms__id96"></div><div id="ms__id97"><br /><div id="ms__id95"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVfeoYGjqxHaqePrHivAb0OgYCHWN0Zd2-e4TeVexiMZ6f7xeuiRqZEovtzX3i_aWOG5u4hRHAHGSE9ULca-1-kYxPzLDa-GTqtfcLiGFA4cdRwl1M4JqP8wwONGiMMfuaIuOLFh1xjyqK/s1600-h/santacruz1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433882074343240258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVfeoYGjqxHaqePrHivAb0OgYCHWN0Zd2-e4TeVexiMZ6f7xeuiRqZEovtzX3i_aWOG5u4hRHAHGSE9ULca-1-kYxPzLDa-GTqtfcLiGFA4cdRwl1M4JqP8wwONGiMMfuaIuOLFh1xjyqK/s400/santacruz1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Poets are driven by images. In 1997, the image of the poet-in-exile had great appeal. It took over my life. Setting out from Australia, I had no way of knowing where my nose would ultimately take me; I didn't even know exactly what I was looking for. Salvation? Peace? All I knew for sure was that I was going on a very long journey, seeking - like some latter-day Ishmael - my own transcendental masthead. Halfway between the masthead and the deck I found myself in Santa Cruz, ensconced in an expandable trailer in the Blue & Gold Mobile Home Park, with my old, philosophy teacher and mentor, Edwin Field. Was this to be an adventure or the beginning of a nervous breakdown? <br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l/f4d32;billystoneking.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-cruz.html" target="_blank">http://www.facebook.com/l/f4d32;billystoneking.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-cruz.html</a></div></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-42133417098551700692010-02-02T21:11:00.000-08:002010-02-02T21:15:22.569-08:00<div id="ms__id79"><div id="ms__id75"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>THE OUTSIDER</em></span></div><div id="ms__id74"><span style="color:#666666;">Essay by Adair Jones</span></div><div id="ms__id86"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span> </div><div id="ms__id87"><br /> </div><div id="ms__id77"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyU-ycJXxP14e0UP0AnFuhtqeMUunPYDOEWmwHAdKT-tkkLeBKZ2jQp-h5ukCkzoSV8ODf0YoQT2EIc0rybVwyaWyVZjwOtIqben6g3Z3GUBPMiYiFYIIofBq3YUUcu12qmzgBgDxsei_g/s1600-h/BN12392_19~Animal-Tracks-On-Sand-Dune-In-Little-Sahara-Desert-Australia-Posters.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433880819753779026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyU-ycJXxP14e0UP0AnFuhtqeMUunPYDOEWmwHAdKT-tkkLeBKZ2jQp-h5ukCkzoSV8ODf0YoQT2EIc0rybVwyaWyVZjwOtIqben6g3Z3GUBPMiYiFYIIofBq3YUUcu12qmzgBgDxsei_g/s400/BN12392_19~Animal-Tracks-On-Sand-Dune-In-Little-Sahara-Desert-Australia-Posters.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div id="ms__id88">Reading books about the place you live, no matter how entertaining or amusing, is kind of like listening to your own voice on tape or viewing a picture of yourself from an angle that you don’t normally see—strange, unfamiliar, a trick of sound waves and light. But there is value in the outsider’s view. It gives us a new position from which to respond.<br /><br /><a href="http://adairjones.wordpress.com/on-reading/essays-about-reading/wayward-ho-journeying-in-travel-writing/" target="_blank">http://adairjones.wordpress.com/on-reading/essays-about-reading/wayward-ho-journeying-in-travel-writing/</a></div></div></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-88076501677515333062010-02-02T21:07:00.000-08:002010-02-02T21:11:12.542-08:00<div id="ms__id64"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">GOING BACK TO THE NATION</span></em><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Photo-essay by Gerald Jenkins</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3IunlKZVLW5srVZoe40clawL9Lxj5yxelIjsy575AuF0HiYk8k4bqBAt-KODLMyrx1SGhjaFF0edrSZQ8jcD_Ey7agLeArAPTm-QFXHKc-sgHyPkcOWsOonly43gyOozBraXexJugJzrY/s1600-h/Going+Back+To+The+Nation+web.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433879813625537970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3IunlKZVLW5srVZoe40clawL9Lxj5yxelIjsy575AuF0HiYk8k4bqBAt-KODLMyrx1SGhjaFF0edrSZQ8jcD_Ey7agLeArAPTm-QFXHKc-sgHyPkcOWsOonly43gyOozBraXexJugJzrY/s400/Going+Back+To+The+Nation+web.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Everyone was looking away wondering what the world thought of us – so I decided to look in and see who we really should be listening to. From my naïve beginnings photographing ‘traditional’ landscapes to being the official photographer of Indigenous participation at the 2000 Olympic Opening Ceremony in Sydney, Australia, I had the pleasure of losing my belief system in order to understand the true emotional range of humanity in its purest form.<br /><br />Link<br /><a href="http://geraldjenkins.net/project/australian-aboriginal/">http://geraldjenkins.net/project/australian-aboriginal/</a># </div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-52442139731071738842010-02-02T20:53:00.000-08:002010-02-02T21:25:02.523-08:00<div id="ms__id37"><div id="ms__id35"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">GREAT WHITE TALE</span></em></div><div id="ms__id34"><span style="color:#666666;">Story and photos by James Bradley</span></div><div id="ms__id33"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span><br /></div></div><div id="ms__id36"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmI2E9-M76iA49jB7Hab0oe4pomKT5bvQD1cPa051Ah-PSKcHNo1FOZDaO7amjcS-mPmAKKjvY-yiqNTighN11vRA1uTnYOmuMphZAO0jV16Mnhz_ab9ngt54LgZNmsn1RH-2JD9zHDnlg/s1600-h/img_00761.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433876646397459410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmI2E9-M76iA49jB7Hab0oe4pomKT5bvQD1cPa051Ah-PSKcHNo1FOZDaO7amjcS-mPmAKKjvY-yiqNTighN11vRA1uTnYOmuMphZAO0jV16Mnhz_ab9ngt54LgZNmsn1RH-2JD9zHDnlg/s400/img_00761.jpg" /></a></div><p><br />Author James Bradley takes a dive in a shark cage and remembers what it feels like to truly be alive<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPOE9BXicgYNzTBf4TQn0kqosjo2cTg4wWYuty3BFGf7DQtc3egE-wawvSDHFp5kAFkYuHNN_SllRZahd0GEuUqTNE2xCZfNDpu0YszAI-PS06XGNLKgP90Ut00rXP8A6Cn31vZCaPwr6/s1600-h/cimg25651.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433877299293043298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPOE9BXicgYNzTBf4TQn0kqosjo2cTg4wWYuty3BFGf7DQtc3egE-wawvSDHFp5kAFkYuHNN_SllRZahd0GEuUqTNE2xCZfNDpu0YszAI-PS06XGNLKgP90Ut00rXP8A6Cn31vZCaPwr6/s200/cimg25651.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiruRllDigRRaJ9u5cDW40M6zZmvZFIcw9Tr-zpSOb6lREApaIVc1LSu3riz-j_et1PJVAwIZJQfLP-XIrPnTym84uZH6_wXjBlyNyn76qnvGkFmuLbEh_-1WWOhWqVAVkDSU2tt-8_mNx0/s1600-h/cimg26011.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433877475238749714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiruRllDigRRaJ9u5cDW40M6zZmvZFIcw9Tr-zpSOb6lREApaIVc1LSu3riz-j_et1PJVAwIZJQfLP-XIrPnTym84uZH6_wXjBlyNyn76qnvGkFmuLbEh_-1WWOhWqVAVkDSU2tt-8_mNx0/s200/cimg26011.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUx92Io2PYLYqalXtV4EBma2TYudOnSKrhjKwX86F-aryJQdw1pCdiIBlhqicFhLyzrdJetKqvskexoKukLfe3tDO0oBbz3obLtTBJHVQnnILThTH4TYAf4lz0cT_nHjn0_OzMT6EsipHI/s1600-h/img_00321.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433877635347076530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUx92Io2PYLYqalXtV4EBma2TYudOnSKrhjKwX86F-aryJQdw1pCdiIBlhqicFhLyzrdJetKqvskexoKukLfe3tDO0oBbz3obLtTBJHVQnnILThTH4TYAf4lz0cT_nHjn0_OzMT6EsipHI/s200/img_00321.jpg" /></a><br /></p><p>Link:<br /><a href="http://cityoftongues.com/writing/great-white-tale/" target="_blank">http://cityoftongues.com/writing/great-white-tale/</a></p>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-888156960814195212010-02-02T20:44:00.000-08:002010-02-02T20:52:39.260-08:00<div id="ms__id6"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>LOOKING WEST – Australia and the Indian Ocean</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Essay by John Birmingham</span></div><div id="ms__id5"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><div id="ms__id17"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div id="ms__id12"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div id="ms__id11"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div id="ms__id10">John Birmingham looks at the role of the ‘forgotten’ Indian Ocean in our historical and cultural imagination. "Like wow, wipeout..."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkVSNp3-ZeSziPWTyGFhPlnYH8E4xc6qi3JoQTGzjhc17nO3JAiDgl-N7qAVDZvv1JJzv7xp03DWxR_6gIUfe2VPtWxbMAJRNFO99D80QAQe_j3aaWeyKJ2Oa4IzwG0Yhlx9utxa9IvklN/s1600-h/indianoceanarea.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433874832000931330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkVSNp3-ZeSziPWTyGFhPlnYH8E4xc6qi3JoQTGzjhc17nO3JAiDgl-N7qAVDZvv1JJzv7xp03DWxR_6gIUfe2VPtWxbMAJRNFO99D80QAQe_j3aaWeyKJ2Oa4IzwG0Yhlx9utxa9IvklN/s400/indianoceanarea.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div id="ms__id18">Link<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l/51ece;www.themonthly.com.au/monthly-essays-john-birmingham-looking-west-australia-and-indian-ocean-1852" target="_blank">http://www.facebook.com/l/51ece;www.themonthly.com.au/monthly-essays-john-birmingham-looking-west-australia-and-indian-ocean-1852</a></div></div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862832418158915821.post-88743221803179762692010-02-02T20:36:00.000-08:002010-02-02T20:39:54.831-08:00<div id="ms__id83"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>1000 Camels</em></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Story by Sinead Roarty</span></div><div id="ms__id84"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;">The Group - Issue #4</span></div><br /><div id="ms__id86"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCS-boWPHIBa7YE0ufYwlAX6ZEq1g7X6PwL2bKlmfIJL15hWSe-WPNrch885V1iAvIna47f1USmVGabNfnwa3Vv2g4o5Obe5i4xPDOrhwtU1Whqi0i-Ir_RMAWCMyHHAA2bONWYU_83SdN/s1600-h/HENNA.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433871890796116098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCS-boWPHIBa7YE0ufYwlAX6ZEq1g7X6PwL2bKlmfIJL15hWSe-WPNrch885V1iAvIna47f1USmVGabNfnwa3Vv2g4o5Obe5i4xPDOrhwtU1Whqi0i-Ir_RMAWCMyHHAA2bONWYU_83SdN/s320/HENNA.JPG" /></a><br /><br />In 2005, Sinead Roarty travelled to India to be alone in a country with over a billion people. From encounters with children at Varanasi's burning ghats to dancing girls at a bollywood bordello, wherever she goes people aid her in making a life changing decision.<br /><br />Link:<br /><a href="http://sineadroarty.com/" target="_blank">http://sineadroarty.com/</a> </div>The Grouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11097803805823336019noreply@blogger.com0