Day 2 BWF 2017.

August 14, 2017 - 7:59 pm 9 Comments

Having missed The Pleasures of Leisure with Robert Dessaix and Caroline Baum—which I heard was wonderful—I’m wondering if the Bendigo Writers Festival is recording any of the sessions. If so, I would like to acquire a copy of this one.

In the slot at the Capital Theatre after Caroline and Robert, David Marr was predictably sublime. His subject was The White Queen aka Pauline Hanson. His Quarterly Essay on the same subject is as much about her followers as it is about herself:  not the poor and disenfranchised as they are often represented to be, but members of the Middle Class who have jobs and, quite possibly, Subarus. They are secular, not at all religious, they do not attend churches—a glaring difference from the followers of Donald Trump, who have also been characterised as “fundamentalists” and “knuckle-dragging rednecks.” Yet it’s possible Hanson sees herself as the Antipodean component of the Donald Trump entourage. Marr describes Hanson’s maiden speech and those that followed, as “evangelical meanness.” Yet these were the very speeches that John Howard himself dipped into, though presented in another guise.

Pauline Hanson, says David Marr, is the “classic Liberal.” She was endorsed by the Liberal Party for an unwinnable seat (Ipswich, Queensland,  historically held by the Labor party) made a thriving business from her fish and chip shop in Ipswich, and then expelled from the Party for embarrassing comments  about Aboriginal people—which John Howard (remember the Intervention?) and the mining companies used to their own advantage. Howard actively courted the 25% of the electorate that voted for her, using such Hansonisms as “I can choose who comes into my house” regarding Australia’s Refugee Policy.

When Hanson was convicted and jailed for electoral fraud, One Nation toppled. But she’s back, and David Marr cautions us against underestimating her. She is a brilliant communicator, he says, despite her grammatical glitches, and she  hates progressive elites with moral views as much as she hates to see money spent on people who are out of work. Rather like John Howard. In fact, when an audience member asked facetiously if Pauline Hansen is the love child of John Howard, Marr said, “No, they are twins, separated at birth.”

 

The next session at the Capital was scheduled as Uncomfortable Truths, and was supposed to be about The Royal Commission into Institutional Responses to Child Abuse and George Pell. However, since the Cardinal has been charged by the Victorian Police with multiple historical sex abuse offences himself, the program was changed to The Long Goodbye, about the slow death of The Great Barrier Reef.

This session emerged from yet another Quarterly Essay, this time by Anne Krien, using the title originally used by Raymond Chandler for one of his crime fictions. Though to any fair-minded person, the destruction of the Great Barrier Reef falls into the category of serious crime, it is sadly, no fiction.

A passionate voice for it, Anna Krien gave us some sobering facts and figures about our Reef. Coral bleaching is a sign of  stress. Eighty to ninety precent of the far north of the Reef has bleached and most of it died instantly. At the moment the southern part of the Reef is okay, but with pressures from Adani, the mega coal mine, how long will this last? Thousands of kilometres of mangroves have turned white and the Murray has had massive algae bloom because of the increase in the temperature of the water. If you’re wondering why the Queensland government is flirting with Adani, it is because so far it has spent 10 billion dollars on coal-related infrastructure, and wants to get that money back.

The NSW Anti-Corruption Commission should be rolled out across the country, says Anne Krien, requiring transparency about everything from what land is dug up to where the minerals are sold. The revolving door between lobbyists and their staff and the politicians must be shut.

 

The Art of Debate, something I had eagerly anticipated, was for me, the low point of the Festival. Perhaps if it had been run as a debate, or if the rules of debate were adhered to, a more coherent discussion would have emerged. As convenor, Annika Smethurst seemed to have no control over the journalists—one representing a Murdoch newspaper and the other the Guardian—so that the most interesting speaker, Kon Karapanagiotidis, seemed hardly to get a word in. Though I was more inclined to agree with the sort of things the Guardian journalist was initially saying, she basically hogged the discussion, speaking far too long (though the Murdoch journalist did start the proceedings with a very long spiel) that she quickly became very irritating. She did not project or vary her voice effectively, so that much of what she said became towards the end of the hour just a blur of undifferentiated sound. Or rather, noise. I would have liked to have asked a question about the way the journalists were batting around the terms “Left” and “Right” regarding the major political parties, and to Kon, about why there was no public debate re the plight of our asylum-seekers. But of course there was no question time, the Guardian journalist was hanging on to the bitter end, so no one else could get a look-in. Ironic when you consider the title of this session was “The Art of Debate.” Quite a few people walked out. I wish in retrospect, that I had.

 

Music for Meditation in the Engine Room at the Old Fire Station, brought back our sanity. There were two musicians, Michael Johnson on harp and Evripides Evripidou on guitar. . . Or were they really two angels in the guise of mere men? My friend and I were feeling rather bludgeoned by the last session and the meditation with beautiful music was sweetest balm.

 

Bendigo Writers Festival 2017

August 11, 2017 - 10:58 pm 3 Comments

August  is a great time of year for me. Not only is Old Man Winter losing his teeth and voluptuous Spring just around the corner, but it is also the time for the Bendigo Writers Festival.

Now if you read this blog last year you would have seen what I thought were the highlights of the BWF 2016: Julian Assange via video link-up appearing at the gorgeous Ulumbarra theatre, the always charming Anne Summers, Kerry O’Brien talking about his biography of Paul Keating, a blogging workshop, local poets’ and artists’ collaborations, and much, much more.

Today was the stunning start of the BWF 2017— though there was an excellent writers’ workshop delivered by Cate Kennedy in the Trades Hall yesterday, called Into the Vortex, which seemed to get a lot of creative juices flowing.

Bendigo has many stately, elegant, and rather beautiful buildings of huge historical significance which often become venues for festivals, yet today the BWF excelled itself even further by locating a session at the Dunolly Courthouse and yet another at the Maryborough Railway Station. Driving 55 or so ks from Castlemaine to Dunolly was a joy. Glorious countryside, not a lot of traffic, and the subject of the talk we were to hear was pure seduction: The Songs of Trees presented by the American-based British biologist, David George Haskell.

This gentleman’s premise is that all of nature—and this of course includes us, humanity—is intertwined. And that if we take the time to really connect with the other parts of nature, listening to trees, for instance, we will gain some rather extraordinary insights into the world, and yes, even into ourselves. Perhaps we have to re-learn to listen. He pointed out that all trees have their own wind sounds and rain sounds and they are a veritable nexus of interconnections. Quoting Iris Murdoch, who referred to “unselfing” as a way of our becoming part of the whole of nature, he spoke of the sounds trees make as they grow and then  produced the “sonnification”  of a twig which expanded as it absorbed water and shrank as its fluid evaporated. A computer program converted the sounds picked up by stethoscopes listening to the tree songs into electronic piano music. Which we heard today at the Dunolly Courthouse! Mind-boggling stuff. Gloriously mind-boggling stuff.  You can read David George Haskell’s book  The Songs of Trees (Black Inc 2017) to learn more about this intriguing subject.

After some probing questions from an intelligent and articulate audience, we had another treat in store. The local CWA provided us with a delicious morning tea. Actually it was such sumptuous fare that the friend I had driven to this event and I, couldn’t even look at the possibility of lunch. Such gracious country hospitality!

More delights followed in the drive back to Bendigo for the rest of the festival. (Sadly, we wouldn’t have made it to Maryborough in time for Bryan Dawe’s session). We just had to stop at Dunolly and Tarnagulla and have a look around, because they are such beautiful little towns. We were in thrall to the landscape.

And now I am about to backtrack. . .

One of the things I always notice about a successful Writers festival is that complete strangers will come up and talk to you about what they’ve been hearing. There is a such a frisson of excitement in the air it’s like the electric charge before a storm, and yet it is generated by the flow of new ideas.  People want to share their thoughts with others. . . or perhaps by saying them aloud they are explaining them to themselves.  This happened in the Dunolly courthouse around lunchtime. People were excited.

David George Haskell, a scientist who invites us to experience nature through our senses, can also write. This is the very first paragraph in The Songs of Trees:

“For the Homeric Greeks, kleos, fame, was made of song. Vibrations in air contained the measure and memory of a person’s life. To listen was therefore to learn what endures.”

This is both poetry and prophecy, and I love it.

 

Arrived in View Street, Bendigo, the arts precinct of this fine city, my friend and I located the Capital Theatre (next to the Bendigo Art Gallery) to catch some more sessions before returning home. We were spoiled for choice, but were particularly impressed by one which introduced us to two women who have written books about the attractions and traps of excess. Jenny Valentish focuses on addiction in her book, Woman of Substances, and Brigid Delaney takes on the so-called “wellness” industry in Wellmania.

Jenny Valentish gave us a personal eye-view of drug and alcohol abuse which was heart-breaking in its  candour. Since  addiction to alcohol and illegal substances  is much more widespread in our communities than most Australians will readily admit, this is not only a timely book, but one which we should all make a point of reading. No doubt someone quite close to every one of us could benefit from the courage of Ms Valentish.

Brigid Delaney spoke of  con-men (and women), the snake-oil salesmen who claim to have alternative cures for incurable diseases or maybe just recipes for turning us  into the shapes and demeanours that are the wet-dreams of  admen . . . all at very substantial costs to ourselves, of course. Posing as good business practice and therefore sanctified by the market economy, the extremely lucrative wellness industry may even be killing some of us.

Interestingly, during the interactive part of this session, when the authors were asked about strategies to prevent both individuals’ abuses of substances and corporations’ abuses of individuals, they came up with a similar answer. Clearly since governments are not interested in protecting their citizenry—especially when there is money to be made pushing the poisons and potions—we should look to smaller community gatherings  such as Alcoholics Anonymous. Or  from groups who organise retreats to focus on more spiritual solutions. The answer, they suggested, will probably only be found in our own grass-roots communities.

The Lure of Crime was another session I had been eagerly anticipating, yet I was disappointed that there were only two writers of the crime genre (Ray Mooney and Robert Gott), for the third (Claire Corbett), appeared to be a speculative fiction author. Since crime and speculative fiction are two distinctly different genres, and both have legions of fans who are not necessarily interested in the other, I felt there was a mismatch here. I would like to have heard more from Ray Mooney, whose personal experiences may well have informed his writing, but found the interviewer did not really pick up cues from this author to probe more deeply into his work.

But tomorrow is Day 2 of the Bendigo Writers Festival, promising a wonderful array of high-protein brain-food. See you there.

 

 

 

Last of “On the Reno” for 2016

November 27, 2016 - 7:48 pm 4 Comments

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Victorian Ash sideboard purchased from Robert at the Artists' Market, Castlemaine

Recycled Victorian Ash sideboard purchased from Robert at the Artists’ Market, Castlemaine

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On the Reno: Part 13

November 20, 2016 - 10:04 pm 5 Comments

This week I decided to take the advice of my good friend Vicki, from Banyo in Queensland, and slow down and take stock of what has been happening. The library that I had built for me was also going to double as a guest room. I have put a lot of books on the shelves, trying to sort them logically into categories for ease of retrieval. Because I wanted to paint the room I have been sleeping in, I moved my old bed into the library/guest room while waiting for the new one to arrive. And guess what! I had the perfect sleep. The PERFECT sleep. Though there are no blinds on the front windows yet, the shelf nearest the door affords the sleeper complete privacy and also offers protection from the morning sun. And imagine waking up surrounded by some of your oldest and dearest friends! It is also a little like sleeping in the Captain’s cabin of a ship—with no attendant seasickness or violent storms to sink you. It’s very nice. Peaceful. Ideal for an insomniac like me because instead of worrying about being awake, I only have to lean across the bed to find the book I want. (And there are certain books I know that will send me to sleep).

Difficult to do this room justice with a normal lens. Perhaps I'll get hold of a fish-eye to give you a better idea.

Difficult to do this room justice with a normal lens. Perhaps I’ll get hold of a fish-eye to give you a better idea.

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On the Reno: Part 12

November 13, 2016 - 7:48 pm 2 Comments

Last week featured some photographs I’d taken on my mobile phone of the early days of renovating this very old miner’s cottage. I guess it was also a reminder to me to try to avoid a fairly pernicious and uncomfortable disease which seems to afflict many newcomers to the goldfields: E.R.F.

The symptoms of E.R.F., aka Extreme Renovation Fatigue, are headaches, glazed eyeballs, lack of sleep, and a bad attitude. This bad attitude can actually jeopardise all your past efforts, and therefore your future relationship with the key person/s in the continuing saga of your house: your builder and his or her close associates (aka the people who are doing all the hard bits in the restoring to life  of your very own, and therefore very valuable, piece of history).

So when s/he has just created the library/bedroom of your dreams, plus the study you’ve been hanging out for for a decade and asked you whether you want to work on the guest room next or to refurbish the back shed as the studio that is also on your wish list, and your bank balance seems to have disappeared with the finality of the alluvial gold on Ten Foot Hill, and you are too exhausted to  even think about the next step in your renovations, please don’t say, “I don’t bloody know! Can’t you see I’m sleep-deprived and feel more like the walking dead than the townsfolk from that  ABC television series, “Glitch.” Smile as sweetly as you can at your Angels of Mercy and offer them all a cup of tea.

And have one yourself, for God’s sake, AND STOP BITCHING! La via continua and it is good.

On the Reno: Part 11

November 6, 2016 - 9:30 pm 3 Comments

Notice here that the much of the interior walls are missing.

This is the kitchen after the partition was removed. The lower half of the walls needed to be relined, the ceiling was non-existent at this point, requiring insulation and plastering.

This is the kitchen after the partition was removed. In the  lower half of the room, the walls needed to be insulated and relined, the ceiling was non-existent at this point, also requiring insulation —and plastering.

 

Since this blog has been appearing now for more than 10 weeks—despite a couple of near-disasters—it might be time to go back and review the renovations that have been taking place. This will hopefully be facilitated by some photographs taken on my cell phone, which I could not access until just now, and this with the help of a charming young gentleman called Jerico, from Applecare. Despite the fact that my mobile phone is not compatible with my computer, Jerico managed to find his way through the technological jungle that had had me flummoxed. Thank you Applecare. Here, courtesy of Jerico’s technological savvy are pictures of the post-re-stumping phase of this very old house’s history, before three of the rooms were re-floored.This is part of the extraction device from the old stove left under the fireplace.dav

The picture on the far left, above, shows part of the extraction device from the old stove left under the fireplace.

This is the kitchen after I had removed the old cupboards and tiling.

This is the kitchen after I had removed the old cupboards and tiling.

This huge fireplace took up most of the kitchen space. It had been concreted over and covered in wallpaper, which I managed to peel off with a razor blade. However, when I finally decided to have this monolith removed, a veritable treasure emerged from the dust and rubble.

This huge fireplace took up most of the kitchen space. It had been concreted over and covered in wallpaper, which I managed to peel off with a razor blade. However, when I finally decided to have this monolith removed, a veritable treasure emerged from the dust and rubble.

 

On the Reno: Part 10

October 31, 2016 - 9:28 am 1 Comment

Another hectic week has just passed, culminating in the carpeting of the two front rooms, the release of a couple of hundred books to their new shelves, and the establishment of my office. This picture on the left, taken from the room to be my office, reminds me of something our wonderful Australian author, Drusilla Modjeska, has said about the  artists, Stella Bowen and Grace Cossington-Smith, in her books Orchard and Stravinsky’s Lunch. Both these Australian artists produced domestic interiors without people in them. She said the open doors of these studies which always lead into other spaces, reveal infinite possibilities. The picture on the right gives you some idea of the colour of the carpet. It is a dark brown, called “chocolate sisal,” and it is perfect, I think, with the green walls and white ceiling and trim. This part of the much bigger room is the far end from the bookshelves featured in last week’s blog, giving you some idea of how the space has been arranged so far.20161031_reno_1084

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On the Reno: Part 8

October 16, 2016 - 9:32 pm 3 Comments

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On the Reno: Part 7

October 16, 2016 - 9:16 pm 2 Comments

Possibly because I am a writer, I am loath to admit that a picture is worth a thousand words. But here are a few photographs of the next part of the house that needs renovating. These are two front rooms that were bedrooms. The larger I am hoping to make into a very comfortable guest room. The smaller I would like to use as my office. Both rooms required the removal of some cupboards and the larger also contained a set of drawers. When I removed these items I was dismayed to discover that a lot of extra work was required on the walls. In the larger room I could actually see through into the kitchen. 20160921_reno_103120160921_reno_104820160920_reno_102620160920_reno_1018

On the Reno: Part 6

October 9, 2016 - 9:35 pm 4 Comments

The leeks were amazing! Not just the largest I have ever seen, but succulent, sweet and the perfect foil to roast pork. Combined with the potatoes, also purchased from the Castlemaine Farmers’ Market last Sunday, which had a dense rather than floury texture, they made the perfect Leek and Potato Soup which is a staple in this household whenever good leeks may be had. I gave one of the 3 leeks I purchased for a mere $5.00, to a loved one who walked around the market with it lying in the crook of her arm as if she were carrying a baby. (This is where the image came to me of the leek being the size of a small person). Furthermore, I still have enough left over for another ambrosial soup. Which is very easy to make. Sometimes the best things are the simplest. If you would like a recipe for this dish, let me know by clicking on the red comments line at the top of the blog with your request and I would be happy to oblige you.

With all the rain we’ve been having, the garden has become wildly overgrown and full of weeds. I spent several sunny afternoons this week pulling out weeds and pruning bushes that have grown over the pathways through it. There was some linoleum that I didn’t throw away that has become a weed discourager. It was probably an idea that Bill Mollison, who died this week, had. One of his many brilliant ideas. Vale Bill. We renovators will miss you. I have a few rooms in the house that still have their old carpet because they haven’t yet been repainted. Instead of worrying about taking this to the local tip, I will be cutting it up and putting it into my garden.

Now, because a picture is worth a thousand words—or so they say—I will show you another room that is nearing completion.
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The picture on the left is what this room looked like after the re-stumpers had gone. The one on the left is what it looks like now, though it is a work in progress, still.