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Cyclones, fake news and history
IN THE DARK before dawn on 5 March 1899, half way up the eastern edge of Cape York Peninsula,...
When big tech met books
THE FIRST TIME I went to the Frankfurt Book Fair in 2008, I had an appointment with Google. Its...
Salvaged fragment from the recorded small morning hours rage of the vampire
of Silicon Valley 12
[ ]woe to tetravalent metalloids and over eager semiconductors! Beards of purest silicon,...
The search for ET
OUR WORLD WAS made by a million geniuses. Just switching on a light invokes a chain of historical brilliance...
Responding to climate change
In his essay for Griffith Review 63: Writing the Country, ‘Climate change, science and country: A never-ending story’, Brendan...
Outlier
The animals come. Reminding you to be present, respectful, alert, not lost in the pointlessness of past or future failures. And, as in geography we know we are always and everywhere ‘in the field’, country is also everywhere, not just the bush.
Pulling down fences
The son of an activist, Munro Jr traces his ‘goolie’ – the fire in his belly – to his childhood on the New Moree Mission and his unfaltering awareness of the racial undertones that infiltrate a town such as Moree. It was indeed the only local government area in Australia that had enshrined racial segregation in its local by-laws…
On suicide watch?
THE WORLD IS full of beautiful places. Beaches and oceans, cliffs, forests, mountains and valleys, deserts, rivers, islands, harbours...
could be
(Callerya megasperma family Fabaceae. Native wisteria.) Australian-style mimesis is native daphne, frangipani, gardenia, violet … Is Callerya megasperma, native wisteria....
Crossing the line
IMAGINE AN AIRPLANE flying north from Brisbane to Cairns. In just over two hours, it will cover nearly 1,400 kilometres of Australia’s eastern coastline and add 340 kilograms of carbon dioxide to each of its passengers’ personal carbon footprints.
Lost and found in translation
The vast continent is really void of speech...this speechless, aimless solitariness was in the air. It was natural to...
Boodjar ngan djoorla
MY BONES ARE in the soul of Country, and Country is in my bones. My veins are the creeks...
