Rage against the machine

Professor Alva Now, Professor of Philosophy at the University of California, Berkeley Computers don’t actually do anything. They don’t write, or play. Which doesn’t mean we can’t play with computers, or use them to invent, or make, or problem-solve. The new AI is unexpectedly reshaping ways of working and making, in the arts and sciences,…

Adelaide Writers’ Week fiasco kills brand

Australian author and lawyer Dr Randa Abdel-Fattah, who was dropped for from the 2026 Adelaide Writers’ Week, is taking legal action in what is now a major political issue. Michael Bradley of Marque Lawyers, representing Abdel-Fattah, said that “the moral indefensibility of the Adelaide Festival board’s actions has been amply evidenced by the reaction it’s…

‘A ticking time bomb’: Australia’s reading slump

The story below chronicles the final chapter of reading in Australia. Depressing but it has been on the cards for 20 years. This edited story is from Greg Callaghan, Sydney Morning Herald (5 July, 2025). “We’re living through the greatest information revolution in human history, yet we’re daily drowning in a deluge of online misinformation…

Three of the Best

Some very different poems. The first is a song which has all the elements of first class poetry: style, strong imagery and a broken heart flagging suicide. I’ve included the song in the link below. Bye Bye Pride Grant McLennan (The Go-Betweens) A white moon appearsLike a hole in the sky,The mangroves go quiet.In la…

A mixed bag of poems

Until Christmas, I’m posting some of my all-time favourite poems. The Song of Mehitabel this is the song of mehitabel of mehitabel the alley cat as i wrote you before boss mehitabel is a believer in the Pythagorean theory of the transmigration of the soul and she claims that formerly her spirit was incarnated in…

Two of the best

I will publish more poems by Cavafy and Lowell later as they are poignant and masterful. Waiting for the Barbarians What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn’t anything going on in the senate?Why are the senators sitting there without legislating? Because the barbarians are coming…

More poems

Barefoot Loving me with my shoes offmeans loving my long brown legs,sweet dears, as good as spoons;and my feet, those two childrenlet out to play naked. Intricate nubs,my toes. No longer bound.And what’s more, see toenails andall ten stages, root by root. All spirited and wild, this littlepiggy went to market and this little piggystayed….