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Dangling from a rather loose noose, The Hanging Man features Death being fed up and taking a break from it all. From the taking of lives, from the removal of the idiots from the stream and generally being done with cleaning up the world of the people otherwise destined for the other side.
Reviewed 17 May 2006 under Stage Antics and Theatrics
Black humour when the deceased is known to those in the vehicle hurtling at the speed limit falls to an awkward reception. Hurtling down the freeway with time already having escaped one party and soon to bypass another. Scheduled for a one p.m. service, traffic and an ear full of soapy lather in a library of incense added much to the urgency. The premise of dying on the way to a memorial service never really entered into the minds of the occupants of that car. With fifteen minutes into the proceedings, the nondescript Macarthur Christian Life Centre was spotted and in entered four more known to the deceased.
Reviewed 20 June 2004 under Paradox of Sets
Scouring the obituaries leaves a sickly feeling of not having enough time in the day to ride shotgun in all those funeral processions. Time passes and the bodies move along into their destinations of burial or cremation. Gathering dust in much the same way a body left out would attract blowflies and kids on journeys of self-discovery, A Scent of Flowers Magazine, an A5 sized publication from Drake Publishing focussing on all things concerning funerals.
Reviewed 5 December 2003 under Racking through magazines
Years have passed since the last outing into the Australian Museum in Sydney. One thing was certain, if the St. James train station was at the front of Hyde Park, it was somewhere around the back. Spotting a gothic building with spires and people walking in and out of the doors, it was only when I was nearly clipped by a car that I realised I was walking up to St. Joseph's or Mary's college. Next to the college was the aquatic+fitness centre and some skaters. On the next block was a huge building with australian museum in nice sans serif font. Leeched onto the facade of the museum was scaffolding like that of years ago. Construction started then was still going and gave the building a feeling of archaic desperation.
Reviewed 10 June 2003 under Exhibitions, Expositions and Events
Then they will come around and ask for the hand that falls far from the tree. With no wrinkles nor blemishes. Only bones, webbing and the stark claw of dirt and a life of grime underneath the screaming dialect that exists a sliver of truth along the fingernails.
Published 30 January 2008 in Death and Biscuits
Down by Msario’s and next to the S_dney Sign Compa_y, right under the high-tension power lines, is where they found the body of the horse and its rider. Equidae and the damage done, "death a shock," quipped a headline.
Published 4 December 2007 in Paranoid Times
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