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Music: Laneway Festival a hit at new venue

By Andrew Fithall Over the previous two years, the Melbourne leg of the St Jerome’s Laneway Festival had taken a bit of flack. Increased crowds in a geographically restrictive environment resulted in many disenchanted festival goers. 2009 had been particularly bad, with attendees loud in their disapproval of access to bands they had paid good [Read more]

Footy’s Coming

Footy’s Coming To the tune of Johnny Cash’s ‘Busted’ By Phil Dimitriadis Cricket and tennis aren’t my kind of drugs. Hauritz and Federer don’t inspire group hugs. Footy’s Coming. Serena took off, along with her bling. Caro and Wallsy are still hibernating. But,Footy’s coming. My daughter brought home a boy from school. I got sunstroke, [Read more]

Poetry: Footy Time

by Sue Currie We’ve sent the Pakis packing The Open now is shut The hot cross buns are in the shops And school is going back. The silly season’s ended The NAB Cup’s nearly here It’s time to meet our new boys And bag the umps again. Pre-season’s nearly over We’re members once again It’s [Read more]

The Sportsman or the Scientist?

The Sportsman or the Scientist: who do we revere? Milo or Pythagoras: which one do we cheer? * Newton or DiMaggio: which one got the girl? Edison or Baggio: who lit up the world? * Darwin’s worm or Tiger’s club: which one do we prize? Einstein’s rule or Ali’s glove: which one makes us wise? [Read more]

Twenty-first Century Names

by Dave Nadel There’s no footy and the cricket is one sided and so lying on the beach I wrote the following piece of doggerel. I stress that it is doggerel, it doesn’t even scan. It should not be classed as poetry – there is a Magpie supporter who writes poetry for the almanac but [Read more]

When Did it Change

By Debbie Kairn When Did it Change When Sydney to Hobart got so fast It used to last almost to next year Constitution tested before the yachties rested When did it change The MCG to Simply the G Are M and C less important when goal posts at each end stand rampant When did it [Read more]

Poetry: “Footyless”

By Danielle Eid Footyless Being Footyless is not hard to explain Truthfully I must admit I think I’ve gone Insane No happiness, laughter No suffering or pain Just thoughts of Old Malthouse and his almost finished reign. My scarf hangs in my closet, my Collingwood jersey too The flags stand beside them with nothing else [Read more]

Music: 27 hours at the Corner Hotel … and loving it

Thursday, 9pm. Normally nearing bed time for an early next-day start for a visit to the gym (Helen) or a walk around the tan (me). Instead we give the kids a kiss goodnight and head out. The band is Akron/Family (and I don’t know the significance of the oblique either) and they are scheduled to [Read more]

The game – by Debbie Kairn

After stumps Pitch dark Crickets play

Short Story: A High Country Nativity

By Richard Holt They called it The Grand because no-one ever called a pub ‘The Dilapidated’ so it was to The Grand that Barry Massey went to drown his sorrows on Christmas Eve. As he trudged up the muddy cow-track of a main road towards the fifty metres of pitted bitumen that counted for the [Read more]

Off Season Overload

by Pamela Sherpa The season’s over, it’s time for a break To rest up weary bodies, slacken off the pace   Tortured, overworked muscles are screaming for a rest After a long hard slog, it’s time to de stress.   Triathlons, time trials, boot camps in  excruciating  heat Just  reading about it, “Phew!  ‘I feel [Read more]

Music: Recollections of an old fart at Meredith

By Andrew Fithall In 2008 I attended my first Meredith. Some people think that is a little bit weird for a then 49-year -old. And some people might be a little bit right. But I have come late to this music festival scene. In fact, live music generally has not taken up a lot of [Read more]

AFL Grand Final – Haiku Bob – a thin mist

    Grand final day every seat taken on the couch   clouds black and blue the crunch of bodies to kill the ball     no goals… wild applause greets a smother     shots for goal sprayed far and wide like Goddard’s nose     all day the rain Ablett not falling   [Read more]

Haiku Bob: AFL Finals – week 3 – oceans of torment

heavy rain – beyond the old picket fence oceans of torment swirling sky beneath dark clouds and umbrellas Harry spears the first downpour – one Cat then another bobs up rain stops – our defence leaks Ablett sky clears Leon has left us too wanting the scores to be different I drink more moon spills [Read more]

Haiku Bob: AFL finals – week 2 – closer to oblivion

night trickles in… Maxwell’s early blunders clear as day   a flock of Crows only one of them carrying the ball   unseasonal heat a detectable haze across the forward line   another September Leon’s basket of tricks snapped shut   white-hot moon we edge closer to oblivion   blustery wind the less polished among [Read more]

AFL Finals – Week 1 – Haiku Bob – riding the roar

  September – Collingwood’s defeat has the run of the house     afternoon stillness the absent drift and pause of Pendlebury     seconds later Presti arrives punching air     in nearby worlds forwards who kick goals     sun and cloud we hit the front briefly     day begins to shrink [Read more]

Poetry: If

By Phil Dimitriadis If Crompton stayed dour in ’64 … If Potter had’ve kicked in ’66 …

Poetry: From the Bounce by Michael Viljoen

From that first cherry plucked when Adam was small To when suburban clan rivalries divided us all Words mêlée and fight as our poets recite The deeds and the lore of football Though others assume this most sacred name As rugby, and gridiron, even soccer may claim Of feats gazed upon in sport’s pantheon From [Read more]

Poetry: A Barry Crocker of a Year

By Rick Trewavas Screw the game, it’s not the same If your mob’s not out there. It’s the final stanza for all but five, Too late to sell a game alive to the NT, bugger it – it was worth plenty. But at least our B&F Tink is rid of umpies’ mistakes, Ducks and drakes, [Read more]