“I look for causes, and they wind up with me for a romp.”
Errol Flynn, from My Wicked, Wicked Ways. 1959

THIS PAST WEEK in Passive Complicity

Quentin Cockburn and Paddy 0′Cearmada combined to bring us Ambush at Stringybark Creek.  They contend, after visiting the site that (a)ny connection to the desparate events that occurred quite possibly near the alleged site has been interpreted to such a degree that imagination is not required.  And truth is nowhere to be seen.

Our Prime Minister has felt it best that indigenous peoples be represented by appointment.  To that end he has appointed prominent indigenous people in Noel Pearson, Warren Mundine, and Marcia Langton to his “Indigenous Advisory Council”.  Three indigenous writers comment on these appointments in “A Lode of Real Action”  and Gary Foley writes of Warren Mundine “The White Sheep of the Family”, and Noel Pearson in a piece titled “The Contrarian, Liberation through Acquisition”

“Without fanfare the second annual general meeting of Cockburn and Poole was held at Soggy Bottom this last weekend.” Quentin Cockburn reports in full here.

“…and there’ll be NO dancing” is the theme of Saturday’s MDFF.  “I remember old man Granites doing a very graceful dance with a spear in our lounge room at my birthday party. Emanating from our record player were the Rolling Stones. His mates were clicking boomerangs.”

This week saw the return of poet Mr Lionel Fogarty and his 1982 poem Tired of Writing.  With lightness he writes:
“Sometimes me write bad
just to be glad”

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Regards
Cecil Poole