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Seek and ye shall find. Argyle Street, North Hobart. November 2011. Right. Settle back, make yourself a cup of tea and read this poem. The last line makes it worthwhile. If I Told Him: A Completed Portrait of Picasso , Gertrude Stein If I told him would he like it. Would he like it if I told him. Would he like it would Napoleon would Napoleon would would he like it. If Napoleon if I told him if I told him if Napoleon. Would he like it if I told him if I told him if Napoleon. Would he like it if Napoleon if Napoleon if I told him. If I told him if Napoleon if Napoleon if I told him. If I told him would he like it would he like it if I told him. Now. Not now. And now. Now. Exactly as as kings. Feeling full for it. Exactitude as kings. So to beseech you as full as for it. Exactly or as kings. Shutters shut and open so do queens. Shutters shut and shutters and so shutters shut and shutters and so and so shutters and so shutters shut and so shutters shut and shutte...

Art is all around us. Home, Geilston Bay. September 2011. Just the one book completed this week – Stalin Ate My Homework – Alexei Sayle's bittersweet memoir of a Communist Liverpudlian upbringing. Essentially a collection of vignettes comprising of events and memories loosely catalogued in chronological order. In many respects, Stalin Ate My Homework is a tale of a boy and his parents. Joe – who worked on the railways and was a solid union man – and Molly – a foul mouthed red-haired firebrand who also spoke Yiddish. Although they were not the only Jewish atheist communist family in Liverpool, they were probably the most colourful. The book is really an account of how comedian Alexi came to be. His childhood was one of ideological rigour coupled with a little bit of fun. This usually meant an outing to see Alexander Nevsky rather than the ideologically suspect Bambi , and regular visits across the iron curtain (often involving tours of factories or sites of Nazi atrocities). As ...

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Odd things painted on walls in New Town, #1. New Town Road. July 2010. Who said that holding hands is powerless Huh? I’m not sure that that is a sentence. Traditionally (and far too simplistically), a sentence is traditionally defined as a group of words that expresses a complete idea and that includes a subject and a verb . Convention also dictates that it ends with a full stop, question mark, or exclamation point. Who said that holding hands is powerless It looks like a question, but we don’t have a question mark. We have a subject, verb and even an adjective, but I am not convinced that we have a complete idea . Who said that holding hands is powerless I do wish that these hip young urban artists would try out their sloganeering prior to getting out into the streets to create their intertextual self-reflexive hyperstylistic post-structural syntaxtically illiterate counter-cultural mash-ups. I mean really . Every day I wait that that bus stop and every day I wonder what on Earth it...