Monday, April 25, 2016

St. Kilda Beach

Even though my birthday was on Friday I celebrated it on Saturday with scones and cake and lovely company. But yesterday I went to St. Kilda beach because I had a yearning to see water. I ate at Tommy Tucker's in Acland Street before I headed down to the sand and on the way ran into the lovely Elenor Poppa and her daughter. I hadn't seen them for ages. Anyway here's a photo I took of Brooks Jetty. Not entirely sure what I'll be doing on Anzac day, but I've already thought of my grandfather Charles Winter Clarke and my father David Clarke who were in WW1 and WW2 respectively. War's a bitch and looking at the world as it is, it seems that war is going to be part of our psyche for at least the next hundred years.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

This and that

I saw an amazing Hungarian film at Cinema Nova in Carlton last week called Son of Saul. It was intense and almost claustrophobic in the way it was filmed. Warning, the film contains graphic representations of Auschwitz and the fact that most of these images were in the background and blurred made them none the less compelling. I'm still editing my novel and not liking it any more than I did a few weeks back. It may never see the light of day. I went to The Essential Ingredient in Prahran today to purchase some Muscovado sugar for the birthday cake I'm making on Saturday and on my way I dropped into the Market Gallery, 205 Commercial Road and saw some incredible photo-realistic oil paintings by a female artist called Eve (sorry, can't remember her surname). Go and have a look if you are down that way. Had my yearly fluvax this morning, my left arm is sore and I'm not feeling on top of my game. It's raining and tomorrow it's my birthday so I'm hoping it's a reasonably nice day. I'll begin by going to the gymnasium and having a morning coffee. Cross fingers that I'm not too sick. Best to everyone who follows this blog.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

The past week

I saw 200 Years of Australian Fashion at the NGV Federation Square last week and couldn't believe that an Alannah Hill dress I wore circa 1997 was one of the dresses displayed. It was sheer with a raised flocking design. The exhibition is extensive and worth the entry fee. Afterwards I saw Susan Norrie: Fieldwork an exhibition of large screen videos at The Ian Potter Museum of Art at Melbourne Uni,  and stayed for a while to hear her talk. My preference was the misty landscapes in the right hand gallery space on the ground floor. My afternoon was complete when I ran into and had a good long talk with Francesco Vitalli, who I hadn't seen for ages.
I've spent most of the week writing and editing my novel. As I said, I currently have a love/hate relationship with it and I'm doing my usual walking, sweeping, cleaning, washing and gym work.
I'm presently at the Richmond Library, but I'm heading off to see an exhibition at Margaret Lawrence Gallery and to hear Peter Tindall and Fiona McDonald talk at VCA about their work.
The sun's out, I've booked in to have my yearly flu vaccine next Friday. More reportage sometime next week. Until then, happy Thursday.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016


Even though I purchased a 'catch and release' unit so that I don't have to kill any mice, I've been unable to catch one even though I saw one running near the wall in my lounge-room last night. Beady-eyed little rodents!
I've written just over 57,000 words (138 pages) of my novel and have ambivalent feelings about it. Perhaps that's usual. I'll keep plodding on.
I had a busy, but lovely Easter and yesterday went to the Kino Cinema and saw Eye in the Sky (Gavin Hood, 2015). It has echoes of American Sniper (Clint Eastwood, 2014) in that both films address ethical issues surrounding 'collateral damage' resulting from American attempts to destroy terrorists. Both are excellent films.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

'If you're happy and you know it...

Last week I put down a cockroach trap and caught a baby mouse, which I threw outside. However, I've now discovered that there's a much larger mother mouse and two more baby mice hiding behind the stove in my unit. I don't want to kill them, but they are beginning to annoy me with their sudden appearances and swift racing across the carpet, which startles me out of my writing stupor. Meanwhile, I've logged up nearly 56,000 words of this bloody novel, which I'm beginning to loathe. Everything one does these days appears insignificant compared to atrocities occurring in the world. After the initial shock of seeing such things on television we become desensitized, or, if not callous, then we immediately adapt to seeing acts of terrorism. I'm writing this on a computer in the Richmond Library and talking about terrorism appears bizarre because just behind me are mothers and their children sitting cross-legged on the floor singing 'if you're happy and you know it clap your hands'! Will keep you posted, this mood will surely lift because it's almost Easter.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

It's a #ucked world.

Ok, I've written 50,745 words of my novella and have re-read through half of what I printed out  last week and am in the editing process, which will continue ad infinitum, or until I get sick of writing the bloody thing. A rodent, which I could hear crunch-a-lunching on something near my stove last Thursday ran across the kitchen floor behind my gas heater on Sunday night. It was quiet for a few hours and then last night ran from behind the heater to the rear of my television stand and then back again behind the heater. I've not seen or heard from the rodent since then and am hoping it's found its way outside. Nothing much else to report except I'm still troubled by body pain as well as migraine's and have absolutely no desire to draw or paint. It may be something I do when I feel I need a rest from writing. I didn't participate in Moomba celebrations this year but was disgusted when I saw the riot at Federation Square reported on the TV news. I don't know why people have to destroy other people's enjoyment. But as they say 'it's a #ucked world!'

Monday, March 7, 2016

You may be wondering...

You may be wondering why I haven't posted anything on this blog for the past few weeks. It's primarily because I've been working on writing a novel. Ha! I can hear you say, Isn't everyone? No, really, I've chalked up 45,000 words so far and am plodding along attempting to write at least 500 words per day, but it isn't easy. I'm much more confident writing academic texts and find dialogue most challenging. It may never amount to anything substantial, but for the moment I'm happy to be thinking and writing. I don't cope well with the weather constantly changing and my sleep patterns are all over the place, but that's expected because whenever I write I tend to work things out in dreams. OK, enough, I need to get back to it.  Will blog again soon.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Nothing much to say

I've been in the habit over the past year or so of going to the gymnasium each morning and doing about 20-30 minutes of formal exercise. I usually have a coffee at one of the local establishments, do a little shopping and then go home to read, write, paint or do some domestic duties. I added knitting to my list over the past few colder days and have been happy to be just sitting in front of the television passing wool over needle. The cold mornings have reminded me of what Winter is like and although I enjoy Autumn, which is just around the corner, I can't say that I like the cold. The doves and magpies I feed twice a day are also feeling the cold and are demanding more food and fighting over it when it arrives. I haven't really got that much to say. I have nothing that I feel really passionate about at the moment and I suppose that's strange for me, but I figure maybe I just need a rest from the things I usually do for a while and then when the internal motivation kicks in again I'll be back in action.