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Aug. 29th, 2019
After a doctors appointment and a haircut today I ... did no writing and little else, utterly absorbed in this. I’m simultaneously incredibly impressed with the investigative work, and deeply unsettled by the ethics of MUP publishing it (and by the ABC 7.30 report segments it’s drawn from), when the police investigation was still live. Not because I give credence to the conspiracy/witch-hunt accusations against Milligan et al, but because surely it’s unfair to the complainants to risk a mistrial on the basis of prejudice? It’s striking that the surviving victim in the Cathedral case gave Milligan little and didn’t want to talk to her: did that count in his favour as a credible witness? She paints his reluctance to talk as trust issues, but it strikes me as extremely smart for a man in his position. . And yet: the reporting is very good, very careful work. If it had been released post-conviction I would have no qualms at all about it. And it does seem from the final chapter that Milligan, and many of her sources, simply had no expectation that Pell would ever leave Rome to stand trial. . #auslit #nonfiction
August 29, 2019 at 11:15AM
August 29, 2019 at 11:15AM
Justin Lowe - The Tempest
Aug. 29th, 2019 03:13 pmthere is a system of pulleys
let’s call them the four elements and sleep
there is wind and rain
and love drying its tears on a rock
there is gravity that has a switch
it takes a rocket to flick
there is the fire that beckons
and the fire that dispels
the wind that gathers
and the wind that scatters
white sails across the mind’s eye
the tortoiseshell of longing
there is earth that whispers finally
and islands where the sky weighs anchor
islands of breath that you hold
as the blind ships pass
there is the sky
that opens and shuts like a lung
there is a hoist for language
and a rope for forgetting
the tension between them
is what the shipwreck walks on
around the signal fires
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let’s call them the four elements and sleep
there is wind and rain
and love drying its tears on a rock
there is gravity that has a switch
it takes a rocket to flick
there is the fire that beckons
and the fire that dispels
the wind that gathers
and the wind that scatters
white sails across the mind’s eye
the tortoiseshell of longing
there is earth that whispers finally
and islands where the sky weighs anchor
islands of breath that you hold
as the blind ships pass
there is the sky
that opens and shuts like a lung
there is a hoist for language
and a rope for forgetting
the tension between them
is what the shipwreck walks on
around the signal fires
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4.8.19, Hakone #nofilter Lake Ashi from above the checkpoint on the old Tokaido road https://ift.tt/2ZXNyEP
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