Jozef Imrich, name worthy of Kafka, has his finger on the pulse of any irony of interest and shares his findings to keep you in-the-know with the savviest trend setters and infomaniacs.
''I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.''
“Men act through self-interest; and if they do things you wouldn’t do, you’d better not assume it’s because you have a nobler character. There are noble and disinterested actions done every day; but I think most of them are impulsive. I don’t think there’s any such thing as a deliberate noble action. Deliberation always has half an eye on how it will look; it wants something, if only admiration, for what it does.” ~ James Gould Cozzens, The Just and the Unjust You may have already seen this but I’ll err on the side of possible
duplication ... Former Crown Employee as in Legislature of NSW not Packer's Crown Mark Scott's farewell idea fewer channels shared ABC SBS transmission
In local government we trust ...For those looking for a front row view of Sydney's apartment boom, you couldn't get much closer than Darren Miller's place at Wolli Creek. A 14-storey tower is being constructed less than 30 centimetres from the balcony of Mr Miller's first-floor apartment – all with the blessing of Rockdale Council and local planning authorities The Wolli Creek apartment block so close you can touch it
A man has been held in a warehouse and tortured with a gun and tools including a drill, hammers and a metal hook, in a brutal episode lasting three days, a Wollongong court has heard. ( Almost like the torture at Nitra army barracks when it was tatoo time ) Man kidnapped tortured with tools in south coast warehouse
Most American novelists are not writing works like those of John Steinbeck, Upton Sinclair, or Ernest Hemingway—authors who confronted poverty, corruption, or battlefield carnage with realistic depictions of events that they witnessed. American writers have abandoned political fiction—what critic Lionel Trilling once described as the “bloody crossroads where politics and literature meet”—or that they are indifferent to the world at large and their place in it. Politics and fiction
Pillow talk is usually reserved for the more intimate, private times in life but a Sydney festival has convinced some of Australia's creative couples to open up about what makes the sparks fly between them. Not related to Senhor Hirschhorn Famous couples make their pillow talk public for Sydney's Spectrum Now Festival “In a neighborhood that is wearily familiar with the closing of local fixtures (two recent blows were Sounds record store and De Robertis pastry shop), the demise of St. Mark’s Bookshop stands out as painfully, publicly prolonged — one former employee I spoke to compared it to ‘watching a puddleevaporate.'” The New Yorker
The new mind control Aeon Try to read beyond the clickbait-y headline all the way to the end. Leaders especially in Wild west perth take note ... “The typical television scenario where a witness comes out of nowhere in a trial doesn’t actually happen much.”
War photography obscures death, destruction, and displacement. The images tend to be heroic, inoffensive -- and false
“We are made immortal,” Emerson wrote, “by the contemplation of beauty.” Immortality may be too elusive a promise, but beauty does work us over with the piercing immediacy of concrete vitality: we come alive in beholding beauty, intensely immersed in the here and now. Beauty beckons us — from Bach to Blake to the dramatic limestone outcrop on a Basque beach that unravels a billion years our planet’s story as a solitary spaceship in a vast and mysterious universe.
That’s what the Irish poet and philosopher John O’Donohue explores in Beauty: The Invisible Embrace (public library) — an enchanting meditation on how beauty lays its claim on the human spirit in such disparate realms as music, love, imperfection, death, and desire.
“The road does not seem the same, and yet every road seems the same.” Her journey comes to echo that of a religious allegory. The constant presence of death flattens reality into imagery: “And yet another metaphor: the border.”
That reading is now a social activity again… might seem cause for optimism. Yet D.J. Taylor regrets the passing of critical arbitration in matters of taste, and is at his most curmudgeonly when describing the “enthusiastic online amateur who protests his inability to ‘relate’ to the central character of the novel under discussion and imagines this to be the fault of the book”. Times Literary Supplement
The Master of the Day of Judgement begins not with a murder but with a suicide. Actor Eugen Bischoff leaves the party he is hosting and wanders into the garden, though not before recounting the story of a mysterious suicide:
“It was completely unmotivated, there was nothing whatever to explain such an act of total despair. He had no debts or other money troubles, no love trouble, and no illness – in short the suicide could not have been more mysterious.”