Once, not so long ago, I walked the South Coast Track in Tasmania.
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The more I read, the more I came to adore the cockroach
I pass old campsites, ash scattered beneath leaves and lichenous dust
In responding to Brontë’s work we’re enticed by a fine web of connections
Slums were always removed when they were in the path of the powerful, but slum clearance for its own sake, in pursuit of social improvement, also accelerated in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.
In the forest city all organisms are agents that negotiate relationships...
So I am wondering where things stand in this ‘nation of meat-eaters’...
If you break, Michael Ondaatje’s speaker advises his daughter in ‘To a Sad Daughter’, ‘break going out, not in’. What if breakage can be a preface to remaking the self and voice?
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