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Words for Our Time

24 Wednesday Oct 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay

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cubists, modern cubists, www.cubists

Milk

Painting and Story by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

Q: What is Cubist?

A: Someone, who analyzes, breaks up, and reassembles objects, in an abstracted form, is often, in today’s information and tolerance society, identified, and labelled, as being “Cubist”.

People, who are really Cubist, are known to be totally dismissive of cultural and societal norms, to distort knowns, to be formally inaccurate; further, they have a total disregard for proper shading.

These days, with the popularity of The World Wide Web, Cubism is casting a dismal, and slightly mildewy, shadow upon people, who know better: who have outgrown the unsophisticated, and uncouth, behaviours of those previous generations, who didn’t know better.

Cubism is the tool, of the unenlightened. People, who are really Cubist, are really, really, not getting it. That’s why, they do it.

(historical sources and references: Wikipedia)

Not Copping It Sweet – Jailing the Scientists

23 Tuesday Oct 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay

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Abruzzo earthquake, Brisband floods, Christchurch, Fukushima, insurance companies, L'Aquila, natural disasters, Victorian bushfires

Abruzzo earthquake damage

The ABC today ran an interesting and somewhat alarming story about six seismologists being jailed in Italy for failing to provide adequate warning of a magnitude 6.8 quake that devastated the ancient town of L’Aquila in April 2009 – killing 300 people and injuring 1,000 more.

The furore over the sentencing and imprisonment was described from the point of view of the scientific community being up in arms and making ugly noises about the imprisonment being a major disincentive for any scientist  – or I suppose other professionals like engineers to provide advice to government in case the advice results in a pear-shaped disaster.

It raises several issues –

  • the culpability of professionals for their advice – regardless of whether they could have accurately foreseen the consequences or not;
  • societies’ desire for laying the blame and making somebody pay for the bad things that can and do happen to individuals, and
  • insurance companies’ comparative appetites for risk and profit.

We have seen comparable post-disaster witch hunting in Australia in the terrible Victorian bushfires and the Queensland / Brisbane floods where government officials have been shown the blowtorch on the belly for making – or conversely not making decisions that might have had less severe outcomes.  Professional careers have been ruined as well as lives lost and there is not much coverage of the psychological damage wrought on professionals who may suffer terrible guilt mingled with entrenched denial of culpability for the caprices of nature.

The scientists at the heart of the L’Aquila earthquake matter were essentially criticised for having met a few days before the major quake when small tremors had been experienced – and having issued cautious warnings – that presumably the locals ignored.  Neither of these mishaps is difficult to understand.  The ABC piece speaks of Italy as having the most seismically active regions in Europe with hundreds of tremors each year.  And the assertion is that few of these small tremors precede major quakes.

It’s easy to imagine that a scientist who frequently calls “wolf” just in case – causing massive scale evacuations to no good effect is pretty soon going to be facing the same gun as those recently incarcerated.

But in truth, when dealing with mother nature, nobody, not even the best scientists with the most experience and state of the art equipment, data and computing power can really tell the future.  So it should not be open for anyone to not just apportion blame, but to mete out punishment to a scientist for being, at the end of the day, merely human and having interpreted equivocal information in a way that time judged to be incorrect.

While the police and judiciary in L’Aquila and say, New Orleans have sought to bang heads in the name of retribution for the dead and suffering populations in their boroughs, there seems to be little appetite amongst the Japanese for payback to the executives, engineers and scientists who clearly were responsible for the design, operation and maintenance of the Fukushima – and other nuclear reactors – disasters in waiting for which they were able to plan and have contingencies in place.  Curious.

While public officials and politicians may be content to sheet home the blame for the extent of damage caused by natural disasters in the man made environment, insurance companies  – for whom the threat of the same is pure oxygen – blame is directly linked to profit.  These monsters will happily take the cash from punters for decades, and when the shit hits the fan, they are genetically predisposed to try to apportion as much blame to the victims – or other insurance companies’ customers as possible – All in the name of profit.  Nothing to do with ameliorating the disaster.

Witness the hair-splitting of disgraceful insurers over the definition of floodwater versus storm water in their slimy attempts to defraud policy holders of their due entitlement to compensation.

Pity the poor people of New Orleans who have lived through one of America’s worst natural disasters.  Whole devastated districts remain, years after the events because even those who were insured – and who received some kind of payout for having their homes and possessions destroyed cannot rebuild because the insurance companies have refused to re-insure any property in these particularly low-lying neighbourhoods.  The boroughs where live the poorest Americans.

One of the major differences between the New Orleans and L’Aquila disasters was the response of the disaster management authorities after the events.  The incompetence of the Bush-appointed managers and the President himself in taking a leadership role was perhaps the lowest point in an epically bad presidency.  But the strengths of the Churches and welfare agencies and the massive resources in the US economy to assist the people of Louisiana proved to be decisive in the end.  Not much has been said about the fate of the people of L’Aquila after the quake.  The ABC piece said that this is the third time that the ancient town has been flattened and one wonders, like it is for the  good folk of Christchurch, whether enough is now enough.

It is some comfort – perhaps small comfort to see the victims of these terrible disasters coming together to support each other, but there is a similar look on both the faces of the insured and the uninsured alike.  The look is a mix of apprehension about the steep mountain they will both need to climb and the appreciation of the care and support they afford each other.

So is there any justification for punishing scientists and engineers who time later proves to have “got it wrong” ?  Will it raise the dead or the buildings ?

Lait to the Debate

21 Sunday Oct 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay, Poets Corner

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Lait, Lehan

Lait

Painting and Poem by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

achieve
approve
arise
backlash
barrage
beach-side
better
brands
business
car oil
cast
cheesecake
cogent
collapse
commercial
complacency
conformity
co-operation
critique
danger
deep
deep down
degrading
desire
direction
domestic
economic
emaciated
embrace
engagement
eroded
escalating
escape
family
for granted
finished
forge
fresh
hard-fought
hen
hit
home deposit
injury
laugh
leave
legs
luxury
manifesto
materialism
money
names
negotiating
ok
overdrive
partnerships
pass
pathetic
power
property
purely
reality
rear their heads
re-ignited
reinforce
relentless
remarkable
rigid
rise
rooted
run
sacrificed
self-fulfilment
shackles
show
shower
significantly
squeezed
starvation
steam
stifling
strident
structures
subjugation
subtle
taking
task
tension
tough
transform
under 40
unequal
unheard of
verbiage
vigilant
violence
virginal
virtual
wildly
work
wrong
yearned

Duets

19 Friday Oct 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon, Entertainment Upstairs

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Duets, orkestar

Orkestar

 

Playlist by Algernon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2PbG6KQKsE

Some Velvet Morning – Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazelwood

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kl1rRxG251s

Don’t give up – Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEcLuVhRbkU

Ain’t Nothing Like The Real Thing-Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTCNwgzM2rQ

The sounds of silence – Simon and Garfunkel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDpnjE1LUvE

Where the wild roses grow – Kylie Minogue and Nick Cave

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjejqJVUYOU

Well, did you evah – Deborah Harry and Iggy Pop

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26oBcgkkbMw

Girl from the North Country – Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VtuZqQq1Hs

What have I done to deserve this – The Pet Shop Boys and Dusty Springfield

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Sl-MHhEJxI

Where is the Love – Roberta Flack and Donny Hathaway

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCwe2WftI7Y

It takes two – Marvin Gaye and Kim Weston

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjrvEeQowRk

The Harlem Shuffle – Bob and Earl

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBd4SuDNsGQ

Soul Man – Lou Reed and Sam Moore

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uRtNMFfF-g

Unforgettable – Nat King Cole and Natalie Cole

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6bOCUOPN0w

Something Stupid – Frank Sinatra and Nancy Sinatra

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3Fa4lOQfbA

Je t’aime… moi non plus – Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpoJs-DQ42A

Be careful Cuidado Con Mi Corazón – Ricky Martin and Madonna

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZBaklS79Wc

Redemption Song – Johnny Cash and Joe Strummer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaDLOfUCKvQ

Sisters are doing for themselves – Annie Lennox and Aretha Franklin

Grains of Sand

16 Tuesday Oct 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Uncategorized

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artwork, grains of sand

As a 5th generation descendant of Scottish and Irish pioneering families to the district, I respectfully acknowledge the past, present and future traditional owners of the land of Georgetown, the Ewamian people and pay my sincere respects to the indigenous Elders for they hold the history, the cultural practice and traditions, of their people and of the land.

 

Grains of Sand

Story and Artwork by Sandshoe.

‘Grains of Sand’ is not a new piece. It is newly bordered and signed, only now.

Its patina and intrigue now refreshes me, yet it has been lying in the ‘drawer’ of embarrassment for years, of sensitivity, of half-formed ideas and to-be-rediscovered ideas, its busy intonations confusing me until now. Where does art come from and what is its meaning if its artist is not the primary observer, if she does not see, if she cannot speak to it?

‘Grains’ is not derivative. It is an original idea, but harks to other people’s work for that is what art does surely or, otherwise, it is original as far as certainly a person is concerned who believes it is. How easy something is to not see anyway and understand for itself.

On my return to where I currently live – I have been travelling for a number of weeks – I understand why it appealed. I see the journey lines. I recalled some years ago even when I viewed a painting like it, although far from the same, a painting that published its artist’s map.

I, too, I discover have a map and in it is my story.

Reflecting back, as I was saying I have been travelling – and I have been visiting friends, made new ones, embraced strangers, re-formed in some ways as I was in my childhood and travelled into my childhood, then further paying my respects to my ancestors and their places I learned of.

I walked and walked, watching the birds, hearing the small animals in the undergrowth, photographed the dirt, the leaves fallen on the grassy parks, looked at the sky, walked to rivers’ edges where – once there were hundreds if not thousands of people – it is quiet of humanity, its hub-bub deserted. That is not all I did of course, but that is what was very important for me as it has transpired to eventually know, interpret, understand what I was seeing, see this map.

Travelling on a bus on the road on my physical journey to the shoreline of the Gulf of Carpentaria, I was careering into the setting sun at journey end and the flat salt plain that characterises most for me its beauty appeared velvet green and velvet gold. I wondered I had been mistaken to think it is only the wattle that is our inspiration. The stunted grasses and ground cover as far as the eye can see sometimes is a natural wonder of the world surely.

Travelling back on the bus to my next destination where I would stop for a few days, Georgetown on the bend of the Etheridge River where my great-grandfather is said to have been called ‘the white Chinaman’, I saw the fabulous countryside in grainy outlines of yellow and yellow sand that altered to red and back to alternate yellows and ochres, changing forestation, eucalypts, patches of the blackened bases of forest burnt by fire, the initial dark navy blues of mountains that sprawl as a ring of sentinels around their secrets, like an itch, those sort of secrets. Who would not want to impetuously alight from the bus and leave the holidayers and commuters travelling to neighbouring properties and towns, to the big centre of Cairns and further afield and walk into the bush to look more closely at the delicate burnished apricot blossoms on gum trees, the wattles, the circlets of blocks of granite variously placed as if by human intervention, and find the bones of our people. Some of them have been lost for centuries. Some washed away.

My forefather I have been told had a market garden in the midst of exclusively Chinese otherwise leaseholds so I go down to the river and walk along the edge of it where I know the market gardens were.  Instinct took me there. By instinct I knew where and have it verified later. We can see the people, you know, in their historical procession of individuals and groups living in, working and tramping this bush, black and indigenous, white and new chums.  I know because I followed the map to find my people. Only when I went did I find exactly where to look for my earliest antecedents. Of course only when I got back I found I did have a map. Somehow, this spirit we cannot define better than in a brush stroke or by holding a growing organism up to the light, the cell perhaps of the leaf of an aged tree in which these people still are leaps alive into the imagination when we find the tree or the rock, seeds, a cacophony of birds in ancient trees in river sand.

And You Thought the Bank Never Had a Heart

15 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay

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Living ATM

ATM Lives !

ATM Lives !

 

From the last exhibition at the White Rabbit Gallery, Chippendale / Blackfriars, Sydney.  Sorry, I’ve misplaced the artist’s name.  Stay tuned……

Sun and Summer

15 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon, Bands at the Pig's Arms, Entertainment Upstairs

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Sun and Summer

Playlist by Algernon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yy57Xdk9u0o

California Sun – The Rivieras

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbUgeYNB0-o

Capricorn Dancer – Richard Clapton

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQj–Kjn0z8

Walking on the Sun – Smash Mouth

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBDVarvFqYI

Sun is shining – Bob Marley

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOq6UxEy8f4

Mr Sun Mr Moon – Paul Revere and the Raiders

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eq7DGPYzAvg

Follow the Sun – The Beatles

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDroQidzJN0

Summer Lovin – Grease

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ivz7cqXHKc

Soak up the sun –Sheryl Crow

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPUmE-tne5U

Walking on sunshine – Katrina and the Waves

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpYqKNkMInk

Distant Sun – Crowded House

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OcKcjpSWmm0

Dreamworld – Midnight Oil

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSy8afV76P4

Its Summer – The Temptations

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGioDGJ86Cg

In the sun – Blondie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlZ7x9u9wLY

Summertime – The Troggs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvUQcnfwUUM

In the summertime – Mungo Jerry

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cy9-epdDw9E

Always the sun – The Stranglers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6Hryc5t2wQ

All summer long – The Beach Boys

 

Release the Bts

14 Sunday Oct 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay

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strumpet

Release the Bts

Painting and Story by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

A wise wise man once said to me: It’s got nothing to do with what they have. Stop worrying about what they have. You are not them.

So today I would like to share with you the word “Strumpet”.
Strumpet is one of those words that we don’t hear enough of. It’s for us girls and women, and only if we’ve done something to deserve it.

A Strumpet is a moll, or a slut, or something like that. Which means; our sexual behaviour is currently being used to service something. Generally this something is the speaker of the word Strumpet, as well as something else. Often this something else is a sexual liaison which might even have involved the speaker themselves. But sometimes it is spoken by a third party. The third party feels that they are not Strumpets/a Strumpet, and generally also feels that nobody is about to call them a Strumpet, so it is safe to use.

Generally being a Strumpet, even if you are a girl, elevates you to quite a high position in the Badness of Being a Woman. You have failed on the very highest level. And that is why I feel that it is time to Release the Bts.

Roll Out The Strumpets and stop keeping them for ourselves. Every boy and man, at some time in their lives, deserves to be truly great in what they value most. Greatness at what it is that they do best.

The Pig’s Arms Salutes the Young Henrys and Silverbean Saloon

11 Thursday Oct 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in The Dining Room, The Public Bar

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Enmore, growler, micro brewery, Silverbean Deep South West hospitality, Young Henrys

Be there or B square !

Still life with Opera House

Merv was overjoyed to discover, just around the back, opposite the Enmore Theatre, a micro brewery.  THE MICRO BREWERY !

Name of Young Henrys.

The Young Henrys have been battling the bureaucracy for an eternity to get their wonderful industry up and running and have made a brilliant start.  Adding a real brewery to a cyber pub has left mere watering holes in the Inner West reeling.  Some 14 to date have seen the light and now stock the Young Henrys’ delightful products.

Look closely at the label – see the homage to la maison de porc ?

A growler waiting to wing its way homeward for a quiet evening of Letters and Numbers (yeah, right !)

It’s possible to sample a few jars and take home a growler (just under 2 litres) in a recyclable flagon-like receptacle.  Bring it back fresh and clean and the lads will top it up for a modest fee.

Ah, that foamy, amber / black / red / pale ale hoppy goodness. Hmmmmm.

The discovery was courtesy of running into Oscar – brewer extraordinaire at Merv’s escape coffee and Tex Mex deep south bolt hole – Silverbean Saloon  ……

Catch a great vibe and and look out for Ry Cooder, Red Stick ramblers and Delta bluesmen on close rotation and a delicious jambalaya, corn bread, home made muffins, freshly-squeezed OJ and hair raising coffee.  Lowan may even be persuaded to put on the New Lost City Ramblers……

Chef Lowan and Concierge George, Props, Silverbean Saloon  http://www.silverbean.co/index.html

Take it Like a Man

08 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay

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Alan Jones, inappropriate comments

Borrowed from Lethbridge in the Brisvegas Courier Mail

“No, he got what he well and truly fuckin’ deserved”, said Emmjay.

“That’s a bit harsh”, Jules replied. “I mean, they took his Merc off him and it wasn’t even a divorce settlement”.

“ I reckon he’s had it comin’ for ages”, said Emmjay “the price you pay for stepping on the toes of not just anybody, but the bloody Prime Minister”

Jules paused for a pull on his lemon lime and bitters, reflecting that indeed this bloke had been stirring the shit just a tad too vigorously for ages.  “Still, I think he reflects the views of many Australians”.

“Many white anglo rednecks, you mean.  Fuckin’ rednecks that he personally created by soaking otherwise decent folk in bile every day on the radio”, said Emmjay taking Jules’ bait hook line and sinker.

“Not all of them are Anglos” said Manne.  “Some of them are, you know, Italians, Greeks, Lebs and stuff”.

“Anyone without a decent edumacation” gets into the club” said Hung.

A lone figure shuffled in through the side door and assumed the position at the far end of the bar.

“Mention his name and he appears”, thought Merv, but before he could speak, Emmjay returned to his theme du jour, failing to notice the recent arrival.

“I still think the bastard got what he deserved… it’s just not on to diss some poor bugger who’s lost his pappy” said Emmjay.

“Her pappy”, said Helvi.

“Yes, of course, Her pappy.  The bloody Prime Minister’s pappy.  And more to the point, the bloke in question was more than just a decent chap, he was a bloody saint, helping out the troubled folk of Adelaide”.

Merv cleared his throat.

“I heard that ALL the sponsors have pulled out of his gigs” said Big M. “Or not exactly, the radio station has caused a ‘pause in advertising’ to allow the offended businesses to get over the cyber bullying campaign that Gez and Emmjay have been supporting”.

“That’s poop!” said Emmjay.  “They’re waiting for it to all blow over and those do-gooder lefty basket weaving Balmain types to wander off and find some other gay whales’ landrights cause to trumpet”.

Merv stirred up a Pimms for the lone figure at the far end of the bar.

“What kind of poofter drink is that ?” speculated Hung. “It could be a pink drink, but there’s no umbrella, so it’s definitely not a Pig’s Arms special”.

Merv coughed again, with special emphasis and proceeded in a northerly direction along the bar, noted Foodge.

By this time, the more astute patrons of the Pig’s Arms had noticed the lone, stoutly-built and slightly care-worn figure with the off-grey complexion at the northern extremity (or as Waz called it, ‘the cathedral end’) of the bar.

Emmjay went on.  “I mean who really knows what this Faustian lump really thinks.  He’s become a parody of himself.  Always trying to outdo the last outrage he’s foisted on his radio audience of retards, dropkicks, pillow-biters, Nazis, sheep-botherers, paedos, Liberal-voters, tax-dodgers, snake-oil merchants and miscellaneous fuckwits.”

“More to the point” said Jules, handing Emmjay another can of petrol to throw on the fire, “He still gets to keep his job, despite everything, because he bloody well owns a chunk of the station, bought with his wad of cash for comments”.

“That’s right !” said Emmjay. “But at least this time, he’s providing a bit of competition to the ABC in the advertising-free, but still crap end of the media spectrum.”

‘Well, if we can get advertising-free crap for free, I want my eight cents back”, said Big.

The patrons were becoming increasingly aware of the rising tide of sobbing from the cathedral end.  The tide was going out on the Pimms and coming in on the cheeks of the lone slumping figure.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake” said Emmjay, wheeling on his stool and confronting the distraught figure.

“Maaate” he said to the pink galah, at the same time throwing Merv and Jules a look like a man who was about to pay them back in spades for setting him up.

“Tough gig, sport.  The rough taste of Julius Marlows on the palate.  A terrible price to pay for a tiny slip of the tongue amongst mates”. said Emmjay.  “I know, I’ve been there and done that myself.  I have said harsh things at inappropriate times.  But you know what, sport ?  I’ve never made a living out of it.  And when I said I was sorry, I actually meant it.”

“Come on tiger, finish the drink and I’ll give you a lift home in the Zephyr.  It’s time for you to take it like a man”.

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