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A week of HY culture, these past ten days, I’ve seen the Liquid Desire of Dali at the National Gallery of Victoria, heard the London Philharmonic Orchestra play the Eroica of Beethoven at Hamer Hall and witnessed twenty-first century German opera in its gruelling best interpretation of ancient Greek legend, Medea, at the State Theatre.
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One week ago today, my little brother celebrated his twenty-eighth birthday. He had a sickie from work during the day and went out for dinner on Thursday night with one of our three sisters.
I called him up before he went to dinner and asked him what he wanted for his birthday. In the [...]

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The reader and I will preserve the fiction that Monsieur G. does not exist, and we shall concern ourselves with his drawings and his watercolours (for which he expresses a patrician scorn) as though we were scholars who had to pronounce upon precious historical documents, thrown up by chance, whose author must remain eternally unknown… [...]

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L’ordre du jour pour le roi.-    The day begins: let us begin to order for this day the business and the festivals of our merciful master who is still deigning to rest. His majesty has bad weather today: we shall be careful not to call it bad; we shall not speak of the weather – but [...]

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N. and I braved an early wintry evening last week for the music of Mozart’s Magic Flute at the State Theatre.

We ate a quick meal at Sahara restaurant upstairs on Swanston Street. This restaurant has been renovated again since I last ate there. Several years ago there was a long communal [...]

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Mozart’s opera, Don Giovanni, finished playing at the National Theatre Saturday week ago. I caught the last night of the performance with Bella. Through wind and rain we made our way on the tram from Brunswick across the river to St Kilda for a night at the opera.

The performance was enchanting. The lyrics were in [...]

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Last week, I went to the Malthouse Theatre in South Melbourne with my friend, O. The new production of Woyzeck was playing, with a score by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis. I have recently been re-introduced to the music of Warren Ellis again in his band, the Dirty Three, in particular [...]

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The mechanism of our ordinary knowledge is of a cinematographical kind.  Henri Bergson, Creative Evolution
The ancient Egyptians postulated seven souls.  Top soul, and the first to leave at the moment of death, is Ren, the Secret Name.  This corresponds to my Director.  He directs the film of your life from conception to death.  The Secret [...]

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Slice an opening at the top, then gently pull the halves apart with your hands.

A line from a letter by a former lover, my pen pal, a fellow student of Foucault. Attached to a gift, a pair of pomegranates, sent to me in the mail from Anglesea. These bold letters are instructions for opening the [...]

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