STRANGE BIRDS IN PARADISE A West Papuan Soundtrack. ALBUM LAUNCH. NORTHCOTE SOCIAL CLUB SUNDAY 14 AUGUST 2011 Buy Tickets Here “Music can rise above tyranny” “Art is a weapon and culture is life, as long as they can sing they will prevail.” Film-maker Charlie Hill-Smith on the plight of the West Papuans in their [Read more]
Rhys is home
by John Kingsmill* My town is a little better, more loving, less convoluted. Still cold, but Adelaide’s winter skies are cloudless for a while and then a weather system settles in for three or four days of genuine rain. Partly clouded, they call it. I think johnk
among the rotting leaves
cross wind — a betting slip among the rotting leaves no sunlight on that side of the ground — just Daisy but for their whistles the umpires would disappear * a chill in the winter sun — Swan scuffs his first kick the first petal separates.. Daisy’s one hander [Read more]
FOR THE OLD COACHES
I look at all our coaches nowadays And listen to them holding forth post-game: The stream of phrases, sausages, all the same, Ground up, churned out, consumable clichés. Where are the masters of the pithy phrase Whose wisdom, wit – and frequent lack of shame! – Brought World of Sport and Football Inquest fame? The [Read more]
one goal blurs
murky light — the umpire sees a free no-one can old woman knitting — our forward work slowly comes together rain starts — Daisy comes from the clouds winter afternoon — the torpedo punt drops short misty rain — one goal blurs into another hundred points up — the [Read more]
Labuan Island
The morning is humid and busy in Labuan. Fishing and cargo boats cut in and out of the small harbour while street vendors sell their wares on noisy corners. Footpath cafes buzz with local gossip and laughter. A kindly, old taxi driver motions me over to where he is sheltering under a tree. He tells [Read more]
under the press
jet lag fog — Daisy handballs over his head to his opponent low cloud — Hawks wilting under the press leaves gone — Cloke leads into the space murky day– Cloke’s hands trap the light flags flutter on top of the scoreboard — the kick doesn’t come back night [Read more]
John Harms’ Celtic Dream
‘Twas Thursday night – the Match Committee, Down Corio way – the windy city, Chris said “its tough – this coaching lark”, “No finals played on Kardinia Park”. Need fresh ideas – a new game plan, Not ‘forward press’ nor ‘man to man’, Now Bomber’s gone to Windy Hill, Need fresh ideas to [Read more]
Kota Kinabalu
It’s late Sunday afternoon and I haven’t slept since Friday night. I flew out of Tullamarine midnight Saturday and landed in Kota Kinabalu, via Kuala Lumpar, 10 am this morning local time. I’m surviving on a mixture of adrenaline that accompanies arriving in a new place, some chicken and rice concoction I found in this [Read more]
Geelong’s Lament
By Rod Klein Nothing was lost until the moment when cursed coin was tossed, and then for Cats, all time stood still whilst Collingwood applied their noisome drill. The tide, for men hooped in blue and white, has flooded from the shore with premier-ship astride. In quickening sand and on the muddied strand [Read more]
blood and innards
It was midsummer this week in Sweden. Haiku Bob spent the weekend at the family’s summer house north of Stockholm on an island called Vätö. Beautiful spot. Went on a fishing expedition while the Pies and Swans slugged it out. The Pies got the points and we brought home the herring (about 60 0f them!) [Read more]
Clarence Clemons – The Passing of a Musical Inspiration
by Peter Baulderstone One of the great things about the Almanac is that its’ about more than footy. Its’ footy and sport as an entrée to things that are deepest and most important in life. Stuff that would sound ‘preachy’ if stated overtly, but sounds natural and unforced in the context of fandom, mateship [Read more]
Haiku Bob: Round 12- change of scenery
change of scenery — the first gamer adds some colour rolling waves — leon breaks the last line pale clouds — the Demon’s defence wearing thin another sunburnt Pom — Wellingham slices through like they’re witches hats [Read more]
Her hair glistened…
Every year, English teachers from across the United States submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year’s winners. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two [Read more]
flinging shadows
remnants of the sun — Goddard strikes the first blow leaves tumble… tonight Cloke marking everything floodlights flinging shadows — a hurried snap for goal sharp cold — late goals before the long break bite the Saints autumn [Read more]
Q and A dream panel?
Much discussion today about the disappointing Q and A last night. Was it disappointing? Who is your Q and A dream panel? Almanac Admin
When Greg Met the Butcher
A Football Fable (Colours and clubs have been changed to protect the colours and clubs) I Footballers up and back through the Wimmera Knew well the name Greg Trotter His number sixteen and his muscular arms Strung tight like a horse’s hindquarter They cowardly stepped away When they saw that number they knew But men [Read more]
the shudder of bones
autumn rain — Pendlebury slips into the stream when I crack my knuckles our first goal chilly MCG — empty seats but not too much to be quiet about mist blunt air head down Ball hammers into the shudder of bones the sun has gone off somewhere but here’s Daisy! dusk presents itself Cloke [Read more]
Beauty pageants, buttocks and badminton
Heard about the World Badminton Federation’s new dress code edict for women? Almanacker Angela Pippos has, and has a few words to say about it, along with some thoughts on child beauty pageants, royal buttocks and (gasp!) an unmarried prime-minister who has a live-in partner! Check out Angela’s great piece at the link below [Read more]











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