Welcome to PhotoVoltaicPoetry
poems ~ photographs ~ videos ~ music ~ essais – through a green lens
I am a writer and photographer passionate about art and the natural world and deeply concerned about the future.
Eos poem with images ~ March 4
A new video uploaded ~ Running fast to Keep Still – about the need to manage natural environments now that they are so degraded and endangered.
New Video Feb 2018 – This is Where ~ Three Days in October (‘The bush’, mythic strategy of white Australia belonging.)
Eos Photo essai in Plumwood Mountain 5:1
The decline of high profile mammal species
Australia Day, Sydney
– from the Premier to the marchers such different responses – Change the date!
Your Silence On Manus And Nauru Is Your Complicity, Lauren Bull, New Matilda – ‘What Australia has done to people seeking asylum is the responsibility of all Australians, writes Lauren Bull. If you don’t exercise your democracy, you’ll lose it. It’s as simple as that. What is happening on Manus right now is the direct result of decades of silent acquiescence, of politicians being emboldened by a public who don’t hold them to account, and of the normalisation of cruelty.’
Australia built a hell for refugees on Manus. The shame will outlive us all, Richard Flanagan (Nov 22, 17). Yesterday March 4 we went to a screening of ‘Hope Road‘ in Bellingen, a local Fundraiser for Refugees. It is a film by Tom Zubrycki about Zacharia Machiek and a few supporters who want to raise money to build a school back in his home village in South Sudan. It reveals the difficulties of living in Australia as a refugee, the difficulty of fundraising and the awful ongoing conflict in Sudan.
The news today (Nov 1) from Mannus is appalling. For the latest reports see the Guardian. Back in August, Paul Bongiorno gave an impassioned account of the government’s duplicity – especially in the light of the leaked telephone conversation between our Prime Minister and the US President. Hear Paul here. The Local Refugee Group Facebook page is here.
After thirty years in the heart of Sydney, I now live on the Mid North Coast of NSW beside a forest by the sea.
a small Jagun poem
a haiku might grasp
momentarily for ever
the essence of incoming spring
but I’ve just made a photograph
of winter light
graphic on burnt Blackbutt
and stuffed my pockets
with Senna seeds