Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room.

Political comment. St George's Terrace, Battery Point. August 2011.

Two points:

1) While the use of technology to enable mass production has engendered a number of serious spill on effects - i.e. the rapid expansion of population, the reliance on external energy sources and the creation of mass society - I am reasonably certain that pre-Industrial patterns of life like the (presumably) idealised agrarian might not have afforded the luxury of skipping your 10 am 101A Introduction to Government lecture to scribble some pseudo-anarchic commentary in public property. Certainly, if it did, the punishment for dissenting against the established order offered something of a deterrent.

2) We are already deep into a transformative phase whereby the industrial society (as found in Australia) is evolving into a post-industrial society. If steam power was the trigger for the shift from agricultural to industrial organisation, globalised information technology is driving the new transition. Like any birth, expect it to be painful. As someone who had the great fortune to exit school right as the key industry/ employer in my home-town of Burnie began the formal processes of de-industrialisation (i.e. sacking its workforce), people need to be careful when they pop the champagne corks and begin to jig upon the gravesite...

A question. Prince's Street, Sandy Bay. August 2011.

Comments

smudgeon said…

Thank god they eventually graduate and have it crushed out of them by the reality of adult life.

23 August 2011 at 10:21

Roddy said…

Why not just destroy society and let the microbes begin the process all over again.

23 August 2011 at 14:42

Kris McCracken said…

Smudgeon, or they never quite graduate and graffiti the town...

Roddy, good idea!

28 August 2011 at 12:41

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Henry admires the view.

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

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Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

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