More apocalypse, less angst
I remember the voice coming out of my kitchen radio sometime back in 2003 or 04 – before I moved to the Sunshine Coast – when I still lived above Turks, on the Drive. It caught me, that voice and the poetry it was… Continue Reading “Voice.”
A few links of interest to me this morning: I don’t care what the Canadian government says about the decline in paramilitarism in Colombia – it just ain’t the truth. The violence against displaced people and trade unionists there continues unabated and you should… Continue Reading “Web morning.”
Found this on Shmeen’s blog – super weird fucked up ad. Depressing even. Of course the next revolution would be a consumer “revolution”. Gah!
(A story about contentment) Lying on a beach log propping up a broken ankle, covered in mud from ankle to hip, watching the sun go down and the tide come up while waiting for rescue to arrive. It’s hard to imagine being content in… Continue Reading “Broken in between.”