"We are caught in the endless circle of time and star/Judith Wright, The Moving Image from Collected Poems
that never chime with the blood; we weary, we grow lame,/
stumbling after their incessant pace
that slackens for us only when we are/
caught deep in sleep, or music or a lover's face"
dispatches on everyday life, social and political realities, the cycles of history, the complexities of civil society, political poetry and song and the struggle of being a good citizen whilst resisting corporate hegemony (and having a laugh) from one of the most isolated cities in the world.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Christmas Thoughts: Judith Wright and stumbling after the incessant pace
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