Lake Cargelligo, NSW
Made by Film Australia 1979. Directed by Dean Semler. A shearer, his wife and six children leave their farmhouse at daybreak for the week’s big event — a Saturday visit to the nearest town, Lake Cargelligo, New South Wales. There’s a trip to the barber, icecream for the kids, the weekly football match and a beer at the pub. Come nightfall, it’s either a movie or the local dance. This beautifully shot film from Academy Award winner Dean Semler captures all the atmosphere of a weekly ritual repeated in country towns right across Australia.
Written While Watching Notre Dame Burning
If I had a time machine
The Notre Dame cathedral in Paris on fire, April 15th, 2019. Photo credit Thierry Mallet AP REX Shutterstock
I could travel to Paris
to just before the fire broke
in Notre Dame,
I’d tell the Parisians
I’d travelled back from the future
to warn them,
and people would know
that a fire was about to start
and they’d be prepared.
But then someone would say
“my son died in a car accident last week,
can you take us back
so that I can stop him from going out?”
And someone else would say
“my mum died from cancer last year,
can you take us back so that I can
tell her I love her?”
Someone would want to go back
to September 10, 2001,
someone would want to kill Hitler,
or warn Abraham Lincoln.
And back further;
the Spanish Inquisition.
And all the dead would return
and ask to see their ancestors
and tell me about wars
that they had fought.
Someone would want to meet Jesus.
How far would I
be asked to go back?
Would I have to invent the wheel,
or demonstrate fire?
Would I become Prometheus?
Gower Street, London – Tuesday, 8 December 2015, 08:05
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V for Virus
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Bruce Dawe 15 February 1930 – 1 April 2020
Thank you for being here,
thank you for being you,
thank you for demonstrating
that great poetry can come from a veggie patch,
or the roar of a football crowd.
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At the entrance to the train station,
a Jehovah’s witness one side,
a Morman at the other,
both trying to save my soul,
one booklet at a time,
while emails fly in to my pocket
offering better interest rates
and great deals on airfares.
The news tells me
that a virus is spreading
and floods have replaced the fires,
I guess the blood dimmed tide
has indeed been loosed,
and innocence replaced
But if you try the impeach the guilty,
who are racked not with remorse
but a nuclear sense of entitlement,
then I’ll refer you back to distract;
soul to soul, airfares
and interest rates.
Unattributed moulding fixed to wall near Central Station, Sydney, NSW, Australia, 9 June 2015.
Look on the bright side,
we’re all bound to die.
Then ask yourself a question,
what will you leave behind?
It’s easier to be a churchgoer
than a good Christian.