Negative Capability the fog in my poems, fiction, essays, art

Writing my paper on subalternity I have come to see it as a way of metonymising identity in questioning representation. Spivak differentiates between Vertretung, rhetoric as persuasion, and Darstellung, rhetoric as trope and she exposes the complicity of the two being conflated as a unified, essenti

Writing my paper on subalternity, I have come to see it as a way of metonymising identity in questioning representation. Spivak differentiates between Vertretung, rhetoric as persuasion, and Darstellung, rhetoric as trope, and she exposes the complicity of the two being conflated as a unified, essen

I woke up this mornning after a late night, reading, writing, then chatting by phone to Martin Edmond about the humours of the writing ‘screen’ (as opposed to ‘scene’: of which there is none, he suggested, because a scene would refer to a place, whereas we are mostly glued to our laptops or phones.)

It is the most gorgeous sun-plashed day. Somewhere, someone is having a pacemaker tested. An ambulance arrives in the shopping centre car park because a woman can’t breathe. I have been thinking about writing residencies for a little discussion at the Australian Society of Authors, which led me to w

After all the rain we’ve had it was pleasant to enjoy the weekend’s sunshine, and what better view than Box Head, one of my favourite walks in Bouddi National Park. My friend Arjen and I have been climbing down the cliff face and across the rocks to Tallow beach for years. We take fruit and [...]

Ok, I know, I know, I’ve been neglectful, dismissive, avoidant, and haven’t blogged for two months. Most of that time was spent during a Writers’ retreat in Scotland. I had no wish to write a travelogue/blog, or use this space for thoughtless nonsense; maybe a photomontage might be nice. But here’s

Spring weather is easing its way into summer. The jasmine flourishes as ground cover near the carpark of the surgery where I work. There are bees constant in the lavender whorls, busy transferring pollen. I’ve just got back from Westfield, where Tegan and I went shopping for toys: unicorns and elfin