Why “I Didn’t Mean To Hurt You” Is Not an Apology.

untitled-design-2.pngI never used to listen to commercial radio, but now I have it on in the car, and sometimes while I do the dishes. I’m not completely averse to pop music anymore, however it does disturb me how so many modern love songs normalise disrespect, objectification and the notion that stalking is somehow an acceptable form of romance.

What disturbs me the most is that the songs on the radio are only a reflection of real attitudes to romance and dating. Attitudes I am unfortunately familiar with.  Let me tell you what happened to me late last year.

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On Conflict

Have you ever had that weird effect when you’re lying in bed and you can feel yourself floating up in a sort of out-of-body experience, but simultaneously you can feel yourself sinking down into the earth? And you’re not sure if you’re as big as the sky or you’re just a tiny particle of sand. You’re both. Well, that’s how I feel when I think about conflict.

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The Sum of Them – a thank you note to my parents on closing night.

I am currently sitting at my desk, drafting thank you notes to the cast of The Sum of Us – the fab four – in preparation for tonight. Being closing night, I have the equally awesome and awkward task of accepting thanks and accolades for a production well done and showering the cast and crew with the praise they deserve.

But the two people that enable this entire production to happen, and dedicated hours towards this show – the two people I most want to thank – never even stepped foot inside the theatre.

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Flashback Friday – Poem “It Is Night”

I’ve got so many pieces of writing on my computer and in journals that have never seen the light of day, so I’ve decided to do a flashback Friday thing on my blog. Not every week, just when I think of it.

This poem was written sometime in 2007 or 2008, while I was living in Melbourne and studying at Deakin. I remember I was on the long train ride to my parents place in Kerang when I wrote it, and I was thinking about the inevitable dwindling of hope in unrequited love. Continue reading “Flashback Friday – Poem “It Is Night””