Aperçus of Paranoid Times

No more gagging on Deep Throat

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 1 June, 2005 - 17:40:05 - print it raw

Usurping the moniker from pornographic film star, Linda Lovelace, former FBI official, W. Mark Felt, admitted in an interview with Vanity Fair that he was and is the infamously shadowy figure known as Deep Throat.

During his time in underground car parks, Felt fed information to Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein that help break the Watergate scandal through the pages of the Washington Post, instrumental in the toppling of President Richard Nixon from his office.

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Mind the multicultural mind gap, Mentallo

Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 24 May, 2005 - 20:07:44 - print it raw

Stamped across envelopes and all sorts of immigration papers, the words Return To Sender whistle in a most Elvis Presley like reverence toward postal items. Such is the current climate in Australian migrant policy as they see a trio of women step onto the soil that they may even have the audacity to call home.

Shocking the Government with her recent media conference, Cornelia Rau spoke to reporters and journalists in a language written down for their editors, English. As clear as the methylated spirits drain through a loaf of bread, her words and demeanour rang to a truth about them that would surely scream for compensation. Clearly one for the missing files and wayward personnel reports and making with the flood as she opened the doors months ago on the treatment of detainees at the Baxter Detention Resort Facility.

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twenty odd years now waiting for the flash

Belvedere Jehosophat - Saturday, 21 May, 2005 - 01:38:51 - print it raw

I think I saw myself when I was walking today.

Not myself-myself but a myself that had come back from the future.

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Stay forever on a date like this

Ethan Switch - Thursday, 5 May, 2005 - 17:57:00 - print it raw

Here it hits. Once every year, for the first twelve years of each doom filled century. On a date like this; a date like this.

A triplicate run of numerals lining up along the gallery. All the same. All knowing of each other's fit. They who would be triplets sharing an identical nature; split from the same cell. Born under the same sum, running with a different hum.

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Government strife strafes the parting parties

Ethan Switch - Monday, 7 March, 2005 - 18:03:02 - print it raw

"Doom and gloom" fills the vernacular and vocabular diet of the seat fillers in Australia's parliament. The expected abuse and dead moose come at the expense of the trenches of fudge that flows between the eyes. Mechanics are left to wonder what price they will pay when the doors to their secret world is taken to with dynamites of paint sniffers and the aborted embryos of art students.

Paying no favour toward a ruling government that offers no sympathy, the Reserve Bank, having finally helped interest rates mount up and lift its girdle by 0.25 per cent, is long gone and down by the sidelines chatting with the cheerleaders. A movement in the wrong direction if given election promises laid out by the Howard government are of any concern. Yet as with any election promise, is of no concern whatsoever.

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Mi'Zar + Alcor

Belvedere Jehosophat - Saturday, 26 February, 2005 - 00:11:33 - print it raw

{watching a siren flash by the side of the road; an ambulance perhaps, or maybe a fire truck}

Cars stop when a siren bathes the world in two colours – red and blue. There is an almost demented beauty about a world that exists in just two colours. It is gratifying and reassuring to have existence, in all its multifaceted glory, reduced, even if for a short time, to this binary state: red and blue; red and blue; red and blue. It is also selfish, to be perfectly honest, and puerile too. When a siren flashes we are able to, for a second, for just a second, reduce the complexities of life to these two colours, & when we do, we crow and exult and brag and swagger and giggle insanely – we now understand everything as easily as we understand the abstract concept of ‘binary’. We are so childish, some of us at any rate – some of are relaxed and take everything in our stride.

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