Helplessness, grief, agency: a personal note

This weekend, I spent two days at the Malthouse Theatre talking about the climate crisis. It was part of an event called Tipping Point Austr...

Melbourne Festival: The Wrap

After several thousand words and a couple of days ruminating, what else is there to say about MIAF 2010? There it was. Here we are. We'v...

MIAF diary #8: Seven Songs, Tomorrow, in a Year, An Anthology of Optimism

So, that was MIAF 2010, signing off last night with a huge star-studded Black Armband extravaganza in the Myer Music Bowl. The weather gods ...

MIAF Diary #7: Opening Night

Finally, in its last week, the Melbourne Festival has warmed up. Quite literally - there's no doubt that a couple of balmy nights help l...

MIAF Diary #6: Vertical Road

Death cultivates visibility...The image does not reflect reality, but rather, the spectacular end of all reality.To see, means to die; to wa...

MIAF Diary #5: Jack Charles v. The Crown, Adapting for Distortion / Haptic

Now I'm facing Melbourne Festival Week #3: and I confess that my feathers are a little bedraggled, my tail and whiskers a little less th...

MIAF Diary #4: The Beckett Trilogy

This inertia of things is enough to drive one literally insane.Molloy, Samuel BeckettSamuel Beckett is famously one of the most recondite of...