Cookie was concerned not with self-enrichment, but with the enrichment of the many.

Although she knew it was a joke it still disturbed Dorothy – this clock with only a minute hand. It hung on the wall of the café, mocking time, suspending it forever between one hour and the next. The single hand clicked round and round, pointing to the twelve sets of Roman numerals on the grey, time-faded clock face in a ludicrous journey to nowhere.

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But the biggest absence is that of Indigenous Australians.

The greenness of the mushy peas represents anticipation of forthcoming spring …

I thought, what if? What if Ben Okri, when he was cleaning up his things from the table after the signing, idly picked up my business card, read it, then slipped it into his wallet, the way that writers glean and collect and store things, just in case they might be useful?

Derek Mortimer with Nigerian writer/poet, Ben Okri, at the Sydney Writers’ Festival. What a great event the Writers’ Festival is, perched on the edge of Sydney Harbour in the old timber wharves, under the shadow of the Bridge, listening to some of the world’s greatest contemporary writers, thinkers and journalists (not all of the latter […]

Australia’s conservatives have buried the black bodies of history but the genocidal past keeps being revealed.

“Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.” Albert Einstein (1879-1955).

archeological evidence of civilisations far beyond that of simply hunter gatherers which is presented as pre-European invasion history.