We’re into the third year now of being grateful for a Sydney garden which has enjoyed the rains. The dominant resident, the Noisy Miner, has introduced new sounds into its amazing vocal range in the last two years of listening. This morning, the local tribe had a big fight with an intruder and knocked out a gangly unloved pot plant. Noisy Miners are accused of blocking other native species, but I can’t help admiring their family spirit and they can’t prevent all visitors. The cockatoos who learn how to drink from our tightly fenced pool without damaging their wings; the rainbow lorikeets who love the grevilleas; the King Parrots who swoop in so quietly to feed in the camellias. And then there are the flying foxes who take over the turpentines at night. For the neighbours who have no garden, there is a wooded park and playground behind our side of the street. When allowed travel, there are favourite beaches down south. All busy then quiet, busy then quiet, in accordance with the surfs of Covid.
What one does during the distance, iso, quarantine… set up a pop up zine for one thing! Okay, so it’s really old-fashioned, but I like banners.. I’ve re-cycled one of my favourite pics for PUZ – the once upon a time Jacarandas (view from Lennox Bridge, Parramatta, built by convicts…) Plus other images donated by kind writers…
Thousands of images like this are going up on social media as those of us who are outside the fire zones (for now), inhale the trees blown into the city and suburbs – trees that have burnt to the tiniest particles, small enough to enter our blood stream. I can’t grasp how terrifying and exhausting it must be closer to the fires for the residents and the firies. Australia knows bushfires, I was brought up on the stories, but this onslaught needs a bigger set of scales. Wanting to hear from the most senior in Government… who appears to be stuck on planet Usual.
Lachlans, Old Government House, was a charming setting for Rhetoric Images 2nd March. I haven’t time for a detailed report but Code-Mixing Poetry (FB Page) has photos and bios. I love the way Mihaela Cristescu welcomes music and art into her literary events. It was an honor to present beside writers Carol Amos, Jason Gray, Šime Knežević, and soprano Felicity Amos. The collage is blurry – all from old books I read as a child and have survived umpteen house moves. I was an early reader and also dived into Dickens and Shaw, but the books about nature were the treasured ones. Of course then I grew up and read other stuff… Collage: UK waders, my favorite bird as a kid, the Eastern Rosella (Aus.) and my favorite writer back then, Konrad Lorenz (who is being groomed by a Jackdaw). Cristescu gave us all the unusual chance to reflect openly on what influenced our writing and thinking.
From top clockwise: Jason Gray, Carol Amos, Mihaela Cristescu, Group with Felicity Amos, top row centre, Šime Knežević
Natural grayscale on a winter St Georges Basin. In the airspace, were pelicans and drones. On the margins, teal and white faced herons. A swan or two and invariably, spur-winged plovers who have long been given another name.