Passive complicity abounds. However lets start with a word from Errol:
“I laugh a lot, and I weep secretly more often than most men. ” From My Wicked Wicked Ways, by Errol Flynn 1959.
It is now over six years since the troops marched indiscriminately into aboriginal communities in the Northern Territory as part of the “Northern Territory Emergency Response” – better known as ‘The Intervention’ by passively complicit white Australians and as ‘The Invasion’ by the local aboriginal people.
Our first three posts detail the outrage felt by aborigines and the outrages committed in our name by our governments. See these posts here, here and here. They reinforce the messages coming from our weekly ‘Musical Dispatch from the Front‘ which this week looked at justice and culture.
Dear Readers, it may cause some interest to know that Quentin Cockburn has recently been commissioned by the State Government of Victoria, (Better Cities 2020) to investigate the public transport system in Paris. His account is as follows.
And Ira Maine brought us up to date with goings on in The Powder Room at Endette Hall
Poetry Sunday brought us ‘FELIX RANDALL‘ a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins. English 19th Century poet, Jesuit, and parish priest to Felix, the blacksmith. Our Poetry Editor Ira Maine comments What a splendid, valedictory poem, what a glorious send off. ‘Thy tears that touched my heart…’ How can you not be moved by Hopkin’s care, both as a man and as a priest?
Quentin is traipsing the waterways of France. I fear he may have drown or bust from over eating.
Cheers
Cecil Poole