Selection of prose and poetry
Prepare to meander along the rivers of paradox
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Rest and action
Sitting at the National Gallery of Victoria amid Liquid skies/Gyrwynt, the large-scale installation by Triennial artist Franziska Furter, as part of the Let’s talk about the weather series, I feel strangely at home. Liquid skies visualises vibrant infrared satellite images of hurricanes. This soft, colourful rug invites us to rest and consider our place within the
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Beyond dualism
I realised recently how much we tend to see and experience the world through a dualistic perspective. Couples, political parties, good or bad, day and night, black or white… It came to me in the quiet of the shower, observing the flow of water scattering into droplets. It felt like a metaphor for what physicists
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On worthiness
Perfect! Not what you project of what it means But how I feel Not what society forces us to believe But how I am How you are Just the way you are No expectation about what to be or to become No strings attached to your behavior or worthiness Perfect Just the way you are
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The Illusion of Control
The way we speak Everything under control? Now, let me tell you that the ‘control-freak’ part of me would love to tell you that: Yes, absolutely, I’ve got everything under control. But that would just be an intellectually lazy lie. The more I think about this fairly common question, used rather often in everyday life,
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Tree bark collection!
It turns out that on top of being wonderful creatures, trees around here have incredibly colourful bark which changes colour throughout the year such that one may accumulate more than hundred photos of these wonders…. here’s a little selection: ENJOY!! Want to bring tree bark delight into your life?
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Creative eco-anxiety
New Born She is carrying life She gave birth to a new child But not the kind you’re expecting Fear is holding her Fear has taken hold of her Embodied eco-anxiety What will be born out of her? Hopefully more beauty Beyond bearing children as women’s only creativity Given birth to her baby She could
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Free
Cagey words What stopped her from doing it She was not sure She said success maybe? What those words meant she wasn’t sure either This could mean so many different things But she never really stopped long enough to think what it could look like for her? She wasn’t sure where she was going but
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Puzzling
Space Personal space is such a subjective matter How much space we feel we need to have Around us moving through a crowd How much sonic space is socially acceptable How loud can one speak in an enclosed or public space until it becomes rude How hard is it to not judge others and their
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Trees
Here’s a twist! Curly spine Are you misaligned You feel stuck So is your lower back Since you won’t listen in Your body will scream in pain What is the message you refuse to hear What language will speak to you For its call not be in vain One second soothing The other burning The
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The way we look
Look at you! As unique and personal As our human experiences Gateways through our souls His blue and bright Clear as water crystals Beauty appears at a simple glance Hers brown and muddy Textured as dark cocoa Complexity and bittersweetness entangle Each out of them ordinary Exploded sparks extraordinary Blue making brown better Brown making