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Peter Porter and the Tub of Poetry (II)

Peter Porter and the Tub of Poetry (II)

. I.M. Peter Porter 1929 – 2010 . I was flicking through Porter’s Afterburner (2004), his penultimate collection of poetry, and on the back page I came across this sketch above – he had read from the book at the State Library. (He had aged since I last drew him in 1990, blockier somehow, and […]

Peter Porter and the Trap of Words (I)

Peter Porter and the Trap of Words (I)

. I.M. Peter Porter 1929 – 2010 . Poetry is the art of constructing a trap of words – when tripped by its prey, a curious human, it triggers a rush of thought and feeling. Peter Porter was a master trapmaker. It was as a witless youth in the ’80s that I stumbled upon one […]

RIP Merce Cunningham

RIP Merce Cunningham

Folk interested in dance will have heard that Merce Cunningham died this Monday past. He was a bit over 90. Here are three videos; the last is particularly interesting. The piece he made for the Melbourne International Festival when he came out to Australia in 2007. – +++ Fascinating looking footage of Merce dancing to […]

RIP, Mrs Slocombe

RIP, Mrs Slocombe

‘Mrs Slocombe, are you free?’ ‘Yes, Mr Peacock, I’m free.’ Vale, Mollie Sugden, she of Mrs Slocombe, the Groan Dame of Are You Being Served? Mrs Slocombe’s great contribution to Anglohumour was her pet routine, as in, ‘Animals are very psychic; the least sign of danger and my pussy’s hair stands on end.’ So it […]

Pina Bausch 1940-2009

Pina Bausch 1940-2009

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHzlEvtjaOw[/youtube] The electrifying opening sequence of Pedro Almodovar’s film, Talk to Her, was an excerpt from “Cafe Muller’, a Pina Bausch dance piece – Bausch is the bare-shouldered dancer in this clip. The effect of the work is hard to explain, but easy to register its shock and exhilaration. Almodovar’s film exposed a whole new […]

Death of a savant

Death of a savant

On the day he died I scrounged around for the music. The vinyl of Thriller and Bad are sealed within a staircase of boxes. No CDs or MP3s. Finally, the Off the Wall cassette (!) bought in Tokyo in the early ’90s. In the slot, ker-chunk. The tape stutters to the end of the spool […]