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Posts tagged ‘eureka folklore’

franks’ troubles, the byron pests.

Surprise surprise Frank, they said, look at what we found.

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a woman by the side of the road

all is quiet

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on the hill

Pretty boy that dog my wife says as we steam past on the rutted gravel.

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oswald, the cyclone

An account of the weather

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the bolt chewer

Lismore is a little to the west of Byron Bay - that place on the coast where everybody wears towels

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dead cows, wild dogs, men with guns.

Only a shooter knows the feeling.

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the wandering jew

the spiderwort

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the gates of mount jerusalem

An empty dumpster cannonaded past him at the bottom of a narrow passage and Berrigan glimpsed the crazy smile of the driver as he crashed past.

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the falling fish of ballina.

the codstorms of singapore and ballina

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ari levi and the oranges

oranges with brown sugar or chocolate.

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byron bay cops and long memories

Big fellow Ben - carries an ugly snake bite scar on his face.

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the commodore and his orchard

This is Eureka folklore, or so I'm told.

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the eureka slab

Carlisle only remains standing. Moving his knees and hands a little this way a little that. He sleeps.

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the buffet, the blood –

Noosa. Abandoned to hope, lost to influence and old money, overbuilt and overcome. Noosa, poisoned with wealth. Noosa, the shadow home of the Kabis, stripped of its forests.

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clyne’s virus, darwin’s theory.

A snake fell off a ceiling rafter and onto his desk last monday. Clyne pulled back from his keyboard and the snake whipped into his drive.

Quick as that.

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feral cats, three-rubber spearguns and bush omelets. a recipe.

Heard this low growl about 2 am and looked out of the tent, saw a bloody feral cat sitting by the fire - big bastard.

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lismore and the road to the sea

The provincial town, girls on horseback and another dead man.

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the cow in the culvert

Mudcrabs, dead cows and the twin with no nose.

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west of byron bay

Al is a Dylan man, lifelong, plus he has no nighttime eyesight – and his emphysema betrays a swamped puddle of rotted lungs – yet he smokes and smokes.

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