I am fortunate to know writers, men and wimmin,  who carve words into the most beautiful forms of prose…there are other writers, men and wimmin, whom I do not know…the Australian Literary Landscape is peppered with these people…as a septuagenerian it is far more accessible for me to name  our Elders…There is a Litany, that for me dates back to the 970’s….I never caught the Frank Morehouse, the David Marr, the David Malouf, the Pat White, and even more recently, the Benny Law, Zeitgeist Wunder Kid, Ominbus…

There is this consistent mantra of writing is private , a solitary pursuit, a self indulgent ooze that calms the troubled cerebellum of all of those creativity crazies who inflict their words upon us, the digital and the non digital…Fuck you, words are not print nor are they digital, they are limited expressions that come not from ink, but from the cardio vessels connected to the outrageous injustice that we see daily…

So glad I was able to cough that emotional/psycholgical/literal/ words/existentiadotcom



About dyoll09

Baby Boomer ex pat in azia for 10 years. Male. Now in Melbourne for chemotherapy.

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