is the phenomenon by which really human-like things are scary. i think i may have referred to it earlier. wiki here.
the phrase could also be used to describe this time of year. the stasis in the midst of flux. the pressure of impending closure which exacerbates all feelings of compounded frustration circa 2005. i'm in that awful slump i get when i try and take time off. i even considered getting a job out of sheer boredom. instead i've been scribbling away at short stories and the odd other bit of stuff. nothing brilliant,. just trying to fill the time really, though there are certain preoccupations i can't escape lately.
exhaustion with the pathetic politics of this country ('this country?' i sound american. they always say it cause the word for where they live is so loaded with abuse and symbolism. hmm), i mean straya, is one such preoccupation. the recent riots in cronulla made me so ashamed to be white. as did the annual role of ethicist at christmas. living in redfern also brings you face to face with your responsibilities - it's not a particularly racist neighbourhood if you don't count the cops, but the weight of history and present day inequality sure does dangle in the air above my street.
i'm trying to take responsibility by calling people on racist shit (myself included). i can't do much else except try and work it out in a story, though i did turn up to the bog-awful tritefest march in the city. we were of course eclipsed by our own irrelevance. if only such things would happen to right wingers. they don't seem to any more do they?
in other joyful news, the anti-terror bill just passed is the only piece of howard legislation that recognises same-sex relationships.
happy new year.
the phrase could also be used to describe this time of year. the stasis in the midst of flux. the pressure of impending closure which exacerbates all feelings of compounded frustration circa 2005. i'm in that awful slump i get when i try and take time off. i even considered getting a job out of sheer boredom. instead i've been scribbling away at short stories and the odd other bit of stuff. nothing brilliant,. just trying to fill the time really, though there are certain preoccupations i can't escape lately.
exhaustion with the pathetic politics of this country ('this country?' i sound american. they always say it cause the word for where they live is so loaded with abuse and symbolism. hmm), i mean straya, is one such preoccupation. the recent riots in cronulla made me so ashamed to be white. as did the annual role of ethicist at christmas. living in redfern also brings you face to face with your responsibilities - it's not a particularly racist neighbourhood if you don't count the cops, but the weight of history and present day inequality sure does dangle in the air above my street.
i'm trying to take responsibility by calling people on racist shit (myself included). i can't do much else except try and work it out in a story, though i did turn up to the bog-awful tritefest march in the city. we were of course eclipsed by our own irrelevance. if only such things would happen to right wingers. they don't seem to any more do they?
in other joyful news, the anti-terror bill just passed is the only piece of howard legislation that recognises same-sex relationships.
happy new year.
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