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You can look into the moon, deeply and for a long time. When it’s full it can hold you spellbound. At other phases, such as crescent, it can conjure a rambling of the mind. When you look into the night, you don’t have to blink, you don’t have to worry about retina damage, as if
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The rhythm of the times is always changing. One minute, it’s a heartbeat away from nuclear oblivion, the next it’s the folding of the Vietnam War, another it’s planes flying into skyscrapers in an azure New York sky. One minute it’s 1975, another it’s 2019. Time is a jetplane, it moves too fast. It’s now.
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Fifty years ago, a wind stirred, a slight breeze, a melodic air if you will. It rose and died. It barely touched the earth during its time of life. It was the sound and soul of Nick Drake. The young singer-songwriter released three albums from 1969 until 1972, the first when he was 21. He
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“Poetry is resonating with people who are looking for understanding. It is a really good way to explore complex, difficult emotions and uncertainty” – Andre Breedt, Nielsen Book Research. ** It was World Poetry Day recently. I missed it. I expect most did, too. For the record it was March 21. Put that in your
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Here’s to the 17-year-old teenager who slammed a raw egg into the head of Senator Fraser Anning at the weekend. Anning was so shellshocked he lunged at the lad and bashed him. If Anning had any wits about him (Yes, a long shot), he should have praised the teenager for egging him on. Laugh it
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And so shock dies. This is the shock we used to know to define our state of being at witnessing or receiving news of a catastrophic event. Shock would rattle the bones, the heart and the head. We were in shock. Now, no more. This latter vanishing is the collateral damage of the slaughter of
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Alas and alack to be these three syllables: oversight. It’d be exhausting. The work never stops. You get hauled out of bed, away from family and friends such as overshot and overside, at the drop of a hat. You’re on constant call, any time of the day or night. You’re thrown into situations not of your own
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Four years ago Joni Mitchell’s voice fell silent to the world, the victim, with her body, of a brain aneurysm. Mitchell turned 75 last November. A tribute concert was held over two nights in her honour. A film of the shows was given limited release in American cinemas in the past few days. A CD
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How dumb is a rock? The time has come for an answer. We simply cannot have the US President, Donald Trump, hurling it about with gay abandon into public discourse, without an answer. In the latest incident, Trump described Rex Tillerson (above left), who for barely more than a year was his secretary of state,
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“The gift of time in reflection has provided some clarity …” It reads as the opening words of a philosopher, sitting in a bower, contemplating life and offering to the trees and sky an essence of what he or she now would utter on something important, something of a distilled universal nature. But no, not
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