all of the businessmen are pleased to be outside on their lunchbreak. young men looking slightly awkward in suits reminds me of a past lover and I assume I will make this association for the rest of my life. I am always more ready than the men I meet. the clock in the arcade has the inscription above it 'time conquers all'. you could live by such a maxim, I daresay.
Susie Anderson
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Susie Anderson
Susie Anderson is a writer and multimedia artist based in Sydney, Australia. A descendent of the Wergaia and Wemba Wemba people from north western Victoria, her practice is concerned with the distances between place and people, themes she explores through prose poetry and media based works. Susie has performed and presented widely at literary festivals and events in Australia and abroad, and in 2015 co-ran an event of collaborative poetry performances at the National Young Writers Festival in Newcastle. Selected publications include Alien She, Keep Brave, Shabby Doll House, The Lifted Brow, For Every Year and Voiceworks Magazine. Susie was a recipient of a Wheeler Centre Hot Desk Fellowship in 2014.
Susie also makes work as part of the arts collective sociocreative trust, most recently Elsewhere, an exhibition at Redrock Books & Gallery in 2015 and Speak Easy, a curated dinner and performance at the 2016 Festival of Live Art in Melbourne.
Susie also makes work as part of the arts collective sociocreative trust, most recently Elsewhere, an exhibition at Redrock Books & Gallery in 2015 and Speak Easy, a curated dinner and performance at the 2016 Festival of Live Art in Melbourne.
I am always on the edge of being careless. if I am leaving a table at a bar, for example, people always remind me to pick up my phone or my wallet as opposed to forgetting it. it is kind that people care to remind me. leaving the bus I didn't have enough time to do my checklist, which involves locating important items like my Opal card, wallet and phone. after I got off I knew I didn't have my Opa ... (read more)
she used to walk out to the road at the end of town, put her arms and legs up to the sky and stretch out to reach all of the stars. the next summer it seemed like she would never have the chance to do it again, because of the locusts. everywhere in the town there were dead locusts covering the roads. locusts met their deaths on windscreens of cars and meshed inextricably into the grates of the tru ... (read more)
at the patisserie the waitresses speak in French to each other while they slowly put in your coffee order. they do not seem rushed and their dialogue makes the experience seem authentic. I did not have cash and asked if they had a minimum on card. it was $10 and I had to add a chocolate truffle to my order to meet the price. I laughed to deflect attention from getting chocolate in the morning and ... (read more)
someone is leaving a plane and feeling the city wrap around them again. the atmosphere, it is always heavy around here. what that means is that it's humid. within the person there is an internal battle, then there is a decision, then there is action. while the consequences of the action play out, crickets play and not even in the background. the sound rises and all of a sudden it feels like they a ... (read more)