where the past is not past and culture is not in flames
Welcome to the Burning Archive. Here since 2015 I have kept safe from the flames of cultural decay my responses to the writers, stories, institutions and traditions that make the flowers of my mind.
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Jeff Rich, Melbourne, 2022.
My ride is half an hour
Beside me, left and right,
Private conversations
Blown to the stale wind.
Cognac on the menu tonight?
I’ve got a few hours to kill
Before the footy.
The nagging phone call
From the end of the day.
Sounds like we’re in.
But we don’t want you.
We just want to help
In any way we can.
None of these words
Are worked to rhyme
Or reason, only marked
By my arbitrary stop
The dreams of my day.
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