Source: HAPPY 105TH BIRTHDAY, AUNT MARY!
The Moon Rock site, located at one of the highest points in Kuringai Chase National Park, 20km north of Sydney’s CBD, includes extensive sandstone engravings by the Garrigal clan of the Cammeraigal peoples.It is unique because it includes rare engravings of the 8 phases of the moon, beginning with the creator Biame’s boomerang. Its presence adds further weight to national evidence demonstrating that Aboriginal people were keen observers of the sky and indeed, the world’s first astronomers.The Moon Rock site is owned by the Metropolitan Local Aboriginal Land Council (Metropolitan) since being handed back under the NSW Aboriginal Land Rights Act. Among the ridges and spurs, there are more than 50 engravings, including depictions of spirit figures, wallabies, shields, fish, sharks, whales, eel, mundoes (or footprints) and tools that are estimated to be more than 5 thousand years old.It’s registration as a significant Aboriginal Place under the NSW Parks and Wildlife Act 1974 means that Metropolitan and the NSW Parks and Wildlife department will jointly manage and protect it for future generations.
I am Rebecca O’Day. I am an artist, writer, chef and wilderness explorer. Please follow me for a few quiet minutes and see the world somewhat abstracted that I see andpresent through my art on these pages. I paint from very deep inside my imagination, there is no “high realism” there. Perhaps that might translate into my work as intimidating even a bit disarming but please take the time to Let Go and peruse. I believe that there is evidence of the “every(wo)man” joy and struggle in my work and that it is always, ultimately, beautiful no matter how harsh it may initially seem. Light and shadow are my implements. I have heard that there is an “intimacy and immediacy” to some of my new work seen recently. This pleases me. If you are interested in purchasing work, would like to discuss my creating a commission piece or would enjoy the opportunity to review new work via email updates, please let me know. If you simply wish to talk ABOUT ART, my art, your art, ART – I would love that.
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In a 75-minute speech on Thursday night, Bernie Sanders described his “vision of transforming this country”—a vision that depends on the wholesale mobilization of the populist army galvanized by his presidential campaign.”Never, ever lose your sense of outrage,” Sanders told the New York City crowd in an address titled “Where We Go From Here.””You can beat the establishment,” he declared. “They’re not quite as powerful as some make them out to be. In every state we had to take on the entire Democratic establishment. That is not just your state—that’s true in every state in this country and yet we ended up winning 22 of those states.””I have no doubt that a strong well-organized grassroots movement can take on the establishment and defeat the establishment and that is precisely what we’ve got to do and what the political revolution is all about,” he said to rowdy applause.
ROBERT GRAY.Journey: the North CoastNext thing, I wake up in a swaying bunk.as though on board a clipperlying in the sea,and it’s the train, that booms and cracks,it tears the wind apart.Now the man’s gonewho had the bunk below me. I swing out,cover his bed and rattle up the sash—there’s sunlight rotatingoff the drab carpet. And the water swayssolidly in its silver basin, so coldit joins together through my hand.I see from where I’m bentOne of those bright crockery daysthat belong to so much I remember.The train’s shadow, like a bird’s,flees on the blue and silver paddocks,over fences that look split from stone,and banks of fern,a red clay bank, full of roots,over a dark creek, with logs and leaves suspended,and blackened tree trunks.Down these slopes move, as a nude descends a staircase,slender white gum trees,and now the country bursts open on the sea—across a calico beach, unfurling;strewn with flakes of lightthat make the whole compartment whirl.Shuttering shadows. I rise into the mirrorrested. I’ll leave my hairruffled a bit that way—fold the pyjamas,stow the book and wash bag. Everything done,press down the latches into the case,that for twelve months I’ve watched standing outof a morning, above the wardrobein a furnished room.(Gray 1998 )
Australian pensioners are once again being bullied by a powerful lobby group which advocates cutting welfare spending to reduce the government’s budget deficit.A new Centre for Independent Studies report says retirees have a “misplaced sense of entitlement” about pensions and suggests homes be made part of the pension assets test, heaping further anxieties upon the elderly.Pensioners are constantly made to feel that we are an expensive liability; a burden on society.The report echoes the Abbott government’s ill-fated National Commission of Audit, and its urgent call to cut the age pension while ignoring calls to rein in superannuation concessions for wealthy Australians.Retirees gaming the superannuation system to retire early: report Read moreCiting the burden on taxpayers, the CIS does not consider other sources of revenue, such as improved tax collection from multinationals or from the 37.6% of large companies who paid no tax in Australia last financial year. Nor does it concede that governments do not solely rely on individual wage-earner income tax receipts. It is a cruel distortion to depict age pensions as coming solely out of tax payers’ wage packets.To counteract the scaremongering by the CIS it’s important to note that Australia is second-lowest amongst the OECD in spending on age pensions.We spend 3.5% of GDP on age pension, while the UK, for example, spends 6%. France and Italy spend 14% and 15% respectively. Yes, we have an ageing population, but the government’s own estimates show spending on the aged pension will increase only slightly to 3.9% by 2050. Our superannuation scheme allows government to shift the cost of welfare on to workers.
I still have tales to tell my young ones.
For over 150 years songwriters, poets musicians and writers have observed and recorded many aspects of Australian railway life. Many of the songs and poems came directly from those who were employed in building or operating national railway systems. Others items came from those who used railways as passengers, or recall trains amongst their earliest memorie
Source: Australian Railway Songs
Source: TO THE CITY AND BACK
THE CHRISTMAS EAGLE. The eagle was a helpful bloke. He wore a red jacket and green jeans. He had brown tailfeathers. The eagle’s home was an exotic tree. Once a storm blew his home down. He just missed the lightning. It was lucky.
I did another meeting which gives me 4 this week and danged if they aren’t working as they have done for 28 years. I do not know quite how that works but it does work. The things I have noticed areclearer thinkingless despairless needinessless urgencyless worryThat enables me to enjoy things a little. Just for one day. Its one of my favourite kinds of evenings. Heated day. Short rain shower. Fresh evening with birds of all kinds calling. And quiet now. Tow of my granddaughters are ill but I am not with them and they are in the efficient care of their parents.
Source: THE SILVER BIRD 3
Source: THE TINNY
Source: Can I Weep With Those Who Weep?
I am thinking now that I have to speak very gently. I need to tread warily and allow you the chance to absorb what I want to say.There are things that can tear us apart. There are people who are more interested in turning us on each other.It is so easy to distort words to take something that is meant with sincerity and fill it with hate.My people – Indigenous people – are especially vulnerable, because we are so few and often so fragile.
The Forgotten Drug War: Dorothy Sullivan, Informant (Chicago, 1941)jspillaneAug 27, 2015 Drugs“There was not the least sign of social disorder in 1942”—Daniel Patrick Moynihan, speaking at the 100 Years of Heroin Conference, Yale University, 1998Dorothy Sullivan was an informant for the Chicago office of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics. On Tuesday, January 22, 1942, she was scheduled to testify in federal court in support of the government’s case against two men charged with heroin sales. She never made it to court. Instead, she fell, screaming and on fire, from eighth floor of a South Dearborn office building. Passers-by described looking up when they heard screams, and seeing what looked like a “flaming bundle of rags” plunging to the street. Dorothy Sullivan was killed instantly when she hit the ground, just one of an uncounted number of narcotics informants to meet a violent end over the course of the war on drugs. Their stories are rarely told.
I’m a qualified accountant, I work in Croydon at the Home Office, and people there call me Ash but at the Hare Krishna temple I’m Acyuta.I got involved with the Hare Krishna movement in my last year of uni about 10 years ago. A few monks came down, and gave a class on karma and why bad things happen to good people, and I found answers I had been looking for. I was initiated in 2007, and given a baptism name: Acyuta Charan Das.Around the same time, my wife Dipti introduced me to the Food For Life project, and I started volunteering. It was started by the founder of the Hare Krishna movement, AC Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, in the 70s, after he saw poor children fighting with dogs over scraps of food in the street during his time in India. His vision was that anyone within a 10-mile radius of a Hare Krishna temple should not go hungry, so he sent his devotees out to feed the needy.We sanctify the food, offering it to God, and that spiritualised food is called prasadam, which means the mercy of the Lord. We believe that prasad helps you materially – by satisfying your hunger with nutritious food – but also brings you spiritual benefit. It’s a worldwide project, with volunteers distributing food
The storm blared onto the news on Thursday with the fury of a thousands suns… All hell was breaking loose and the East Coast was starting to panic as Hurricane Joaquin tore through the Bahamas. But by Sunday I was looking out on a crowd of thousands peacefully singing their anthem of recovery and smiling.
This is Christophers first ever recorded piece and we are honored to have him share it with us on I Love Recovery Cafe.