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					    the cold day moons, and the blank sand           their rarefied air. When the republic comes,          ever extinguished, something haunting, that
is wiped clean for a moment and again and            the mountains on the flags will be swathed            could accompany a documentary in black
again is clear shining satin long after you’ve       in green eucalypts and, embracing global              and white, and end on that note.
stopped looking.                                     warming we will feed a pyre of skis declaring             A Manifesto Denouncing Snow.. Snow
    Symphony for the Century. The symphony           the great Southern Alps a no-snow zone.               is un-Australian, is European and therefore
for the century will begin with the unearthly             Waiting. Just off the point at Mornington        vaguely sinister. It blankets things, or dis-
sound of a single cello long and slow, like          we stand, hands in pockets, scanning the              guises them, lacks our open-ness, makes us


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something being drawn from far below the             grey bay for signs of other life. Alerted by the      dress up. Snow does not feature in our his-
surface; a scraping, scratching sound as             breathless signals of talk radio we arrive with       tory; Antarctic adventures notwithstanding
                                                     coats and camera lenses to frame these hid-           nothing significant has occurred in snow The


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a chair will catch that same strange note
dragged out from under a rope, or an anchor          den shapes, willing up dark shadows from the          Snowy River is a euphemism. Our explorers
line snagged miles below, on the bones of the        depths, one of us pointing excitedly at a patch       like it hot. Snow distracts and distances, our
ploughed over. Mother Russia, Leningrad win-         of ruffled, empty sea, embarrassed at the             cities shun it, even English Hobart keeps its


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ter, the Somme, another damned forest of the         emptiness and our odd congregation. Up and            distance. Snow is not open and acces
dead; all the familiar names of lost poets and       down the coast, this cold morning divided by              has occurred in snow The Snowy River is
their scratched out secret letters; you could        the wind, solitary figures on the cliffs harken-      a euphemism. Our explorers like it hot. sible
go on naming them. That note will sound clear        ing towards the promise of invisible shapes           democratic or hard-won. It is prickly and slip-
and plain and unwavering through the rises           in the dark.                                          pery. It is the top end of town, a sliding mate-
and falls of faceless lives and the pain and the          The Day it snowed in Frankston. The day          rial for the bourgeoisie and their rarefied air
first hopes and the end of those hopes. The          it snowed in Frankston the bay bit blue cold          When the republic comes, the mountains on
    Calligraphic telegraphy these black and          round the pier and the joints ached and the           the flags will be swathed in green eucalypts
white and gray scripts, tight reshuffling digit-     blue-white mussels broke sharp open as in             and, embracing global warming we will feed a
ally a feathered print out semaphore signal          a dream. The day it snowed in Frankston the           pyre of skis declaring the great Southern Alps
intermittent, chaotic flickering binary like         creek came to a frozen halt and the hire-boat         a no-snow zone. Just off the point at Morning-
shutters or the steel-grilled Aldis lantern          engines grew heavy with thick cold oil and            ton we stand, hands in pockets, scanning the
stuttering on a grey destroyer. This flickering      stopped too. The day it snowed in Frankston           grey bay for signs of other life. Alerted by the
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                                                     something. They are shapes grown strange              each like the elongated ‘f’ of a violin scribed
coats and camera lenses to frame these hid-          and dark through sunless winters; the shore           scriven, tattered and blowing around my feet
den shapes, willing up dark shadows from the         littered with coin shaped fragments of frosted        they sound like dry paper look like the fad-
depths, one of us pointing excitedly at a patch      glass that were once bottles you could see            ed letters have broken free, and are blowing
of ruffled, empty sea, embarrassed at the            through. Look closer, the open mussel shells          away. I catch one word and they’re gone.

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emptiness and our odd congregation. Up and           are broken or buried and their blue-black               Feature in our history; Antarctic adventures
down the coast, this cold morning divided by         sheen is dull and splintered or filled with soil,     notwithstanding, nothing significant has oc-
the wind, solitary figures on the cliffs harken-     the dead skins of crabs lie dry and brittle as        curred in snow The Snowy River is a euphe-

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ing towards the promise of invisible shapes          peanut shells. So this place is burying itself,       mism. Our explorers like it hot. Snow distracts
in the dark.                                         or unburying itself, filling and unfilling old        and distances, our cities shun it, even English
            Calligraphic telegraphy these black      hollows as the tides rock back and forth un-          Hobart keeps its distance. Snow is not open
and white and gray scripts, tight reshuffling        der the cold day moons, and the blank sand            and accessible, democratic or hard-won. It is
digitally a feathered print out semaphore            is wiped clean for a moment and again and             prickly and slippery. It is the top end of town
signal intermittent, chaotic flickering binary       again is clear shining satin long after you’ve        a sliding material for the bourgeoisie. And
like shutters or the steel-grilled Aldis lantern     stopped looking.                                      their rarefied air. When the republic comes
stuttering on a grey destroyer. This flickering        Symphony for the Century. The symphony              the mountains on the flags will be swathed
signal redistributes itself invisibly my eye, try-   for the century will begin with the unearthly         in green eucalypts and, embracing global
ing to read its tight-packed imagery this mid-       sound of a single cello long and slow, like           warming we will feed a pyre of skis declaring
morning font accompanied by the sound of             something being drawn from far below the              the great Southern Alps a no-snow zone.
the sea. Then, the dried curlicues of seaweed,       surface; a scraping, scratching sound as                Waiting. Just off the point at Mornington we
each like the elongated ‘f’ of a violin scribed,     a chair will catch that same strange note             stand, hands in pockets, scanning the grey
scriven, tattered and blowing around my feet,        dragged out from under a rope, or an anchor           bay for signs of other life. Alerted by the
they sound like dry paper look like the fad-         line snagged miles below, on the bones of the         breathless signals of talk radio we arrive with
ed letters have broken free, and are blowing         ploughed over. Mother Russia, Leningrad win-          coats and camera lenses to frame these hid-
away. I catch one word and they’re gone.             ter, the Somme, another damned forest of the          den shapes, willing up dark shadows from
  Feature in our history; Antarctic adventures       dead; all the familiar names of lost poets and        the depths, one of us pointing excitedly at a
notwithstanding, nothing significant has oc-         their scratched out secret letters; you could         patch of ruffled, empty sea, embarrassed at
curred in snow The Snowy River is a euphe-           go on naming them. That note will sound clear         the emptiness and our odd congregation. Up
mism. Our explorers like it hot. Snow distracts      and plain and unwavering through the rises            and down the coast, this cold morning divid-
and distances, our cities shun it, even English      and falls of faceless lives and the pain and          ed by the wind, solitary figures on the cliffs
Hobart keeps its distance. Snow is not open          the first hopes and the end of those hopes.
and accessible, democratic or hard-won. It is        The symphony for the century will begin with          harkening towards the promise
prickly and slippery. It is the top end of town,     the clear in human scraping of a single cello,        of invisible shapes in the dark.
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