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Warwick McFadyenThe Age |
The headlines are full of horror – but in the world in which people actually live, kindness abounds.
Donald Trump’s language is childish and one-dimensional; it also borrows from the tradition of maniacal apocalyptic preachers.
Surely, there are more pressing issues at home than launching another shot at the moon? You may say I’m a dreamer.
There was a time, not so long ago, that Catholic-Anglican hatred defined Australian life. Some had the good sense to rise above it.
More and more, the shadow of a phrase is stalking us. But there’s a glimmer of hope if we can find the thread.
Many of Rainer Maria Rilke’s poems speak of silence. These days, silence is a foreign country.
If we are lucky, we live carrying a heart within our own, everywhere we go, no matter how our lives might change.
Tomorrow, we awake to Wattle Day. How often does loveliness become official?