And as 2020 rages into being…

Hey there friends.

As I write the natural world rages against the injury we have done to it, and who can blame it.  But the humans who are suffering are, as like as not, just like you and others who may read this, compassionate souls driven to the end of a political cul de sac where there is no place for compassion.  It is our summer of despair.

Amid this despair I have  Continue reading “And as 2020 rages into being…”

A few more things that have happened/are happening

Back so soon? – well, the fact is I held a couple of items back in my post the other day.  It seemed to me that I’d already hit you with too many words, and I hold the view that, in this didgy world, the ‘too much’ limit is reached sooner rather than later.  So I cut it short.

Anyway, here follow the items I held back the other day. Continue reading “A few more things that have happened/are happening”

When a Poet Rips Himself to Shreds

My collaboration with my artist friend Tony Thorne, that culminated in Last Days of the Mill (a finalist in the 2013 Tasmanian Book Prize), left me with profound ethical misgivings on one particular score. In this 2017 paper, I face that demon down. Continue reading “When a Poet Rips Himself to Shreds”