When I returned home soon afterwards, it was with a newly awakened sense of what Australian literature was good for: helping us define ourselves in relation to an Anglo past and American present, for example, or airing the wounds suffered by indigenous Australia, or inhabiting those new frictions that result from our expanding cultural pluralism. Above all, it could teach us to dwell more easily in a landscape that did not accord with the metaphors and myth-kitty that was our northern inheritance.
George S. WilliamsonTags: australia australian-literature australian
The e-reading revolution may have reached our shores this year but it has yet to reckon with Australia's summer holidays. Intense sunlight plays havoc with screens and the sand invades every nook and cranny, so as convenient and sexy as your new iPad may be, the battered paperback, its pages pocked and swollen from contact with briny hands, will likely remain the beach format of choice for a few years yet.
Geordie WilliamsonTags: books australia australian ereaders paperbacks print-books
You mustn't judge Australia by the Australians.
Dame Edna EverageTags: australian
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!
Tags: poetry australia australian
Is this the message 'save yer own skin at all costs'? Because if that's the message, no wonder America's in the state it's in. Thank God I'm Australian.
E. Van LoweTags: harrison australian earth-angel
(backpacker having conversation with Lizzie the Australian main character)
Backpacker: 'What's the drinking age in Australia?'
'eighteen'
'is that enforced'
Lizzie thought for a second before answering seriously, 'yes, they make us drink
Tags: drinking humourous australian backpacker
...stories want to be told. Stories have a power of their own ... you can't write a story until you've felt it. Breathed it in. Walked with your characters. Talked with them.
Angelica BanksTags: books writing stories australian allen-unwin finding-serendipity
Then the wind died down and the air grew warm and the flies awoke and started to drone, and they were a constant background hum, like ocean waves, rushing and ebbing and flowing, loud enough to hear through closed windows, and in great numbers, floods of flies, a communal purr, never just a single buzz.
J.T. McGowanTags: poetic australian scenery
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