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Why Be Private When You Could Be Public? – reflections on Sydney Writers’ Festival

In the wake of another late-autumn mass orgy of words and ideas by the water, books lie sprawled across my bed – a volume of visionary poems Allen Ginsberg wrote in the ’50s, because someone told me ‘Howl’ changed his … Continue reading

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Show & Tell: the best of both worlds

‘I was not the first one to find the book. There were notes in the margins…’ So begins ¶2 of Jeanette Winterson’s Art & Lies (1994). And this opening gambit amused me more because it applied to the book before me. … Continue reading

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