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natasha berta
Tom Cho Look Who’s Morphing – Book Review
Look Who’s Morphing is Tom Cho’s debut novel. Published in 2009 by Giramondo Publishing in Australia, it places Cho in the bosom of postmodern literature. A book of eighteen short stories, touching on themes of identity, popular culture, nostalgia versus technology...
Only the Animals Know the 10 Commandments of Revisionary Creativity
Be willing to destroy the very idea that you are original. What good will it do to lay there, clutching at old bones? - Camel Be courageous. Flaunt the authority of copyright oppression. How will anyone be able to tell if it’s theirs or yours once you’ve gone...
A day in November – draft
Preface Have you got your horse ready too? That’s the way. Right! We’re all ready to go galloping so that we can have some music. Let’s tell Mr Music that we’re ready too. Ready please Mr Music. Oh come with us and gallop, and gallop, and gallop. Oh come with us...
How do you read?
Through the process of our reflective imaginations we make stuff up, and the stuff we make up is somehow germinated by the text(s) of the world. How do you think this connects to the evocative comment of Ben Okri’s revisionary Don Quixote, when he says in Okri’s...
The illusion of creativity
I've had mixed feelings about the theoretical readings provided in ALL705 including "The Production of Creativity" by Daniel Allington, 2011. At times I get a sense of being understood, of validation. Other times I think these writers have too much spare time and...
Theft or Combinatory Art?
The discussion of "Theft or Combinatory Art" makes me think about a repeated response I hear from artists when they are asked: "what is your inspiration?" Often they say it's their creative community; their friends & fellow writers, artists and performers. Are...
The time after others
Morning birds sang their cacophony. Her heavy blinds stirred slightly; nothing could keep out the intense morning light. Mid-spring sunshine sharpened the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a blue finger-print of shadow...