Ah, but how long would you be there ... before you mysteriously disappeared?
I've only ever seen Hanging Rock once, from a distance, while driving from Mildura to Melbourne via Bendigo. It was looming away there in the distance against the background of an oncoming storm. Frightened the bejesus out of me.
I've also only ever seen Leonard once, too -- early last year when he was in Australia, performing at an idyllic Southern Vales winery on a still, hot evening. It was so perfect I decided not to go again.
We went there for a Food and Wine festival they had on. I'd loved the film for ages, and consequently was quite disappointed by the safety rails, helpful signs, and of course a bizarre pole carved with scenes from the film! And the film makes the rock look gigantic, but it was actually quite an easy ascent. No sense of danger or adventure at all!
Will Cohen, Paul Kelly and Dan Sultan vanish whilst Claire Bowditch is left behind yelling "Leonard! Come back!". Then they'll discover his fedora hung on a eucalypt or wattle branch?
I find the myth of Hanging Rock fascinating. I used to think it was true. Anyway, children/sexualisation/lost in the landscape stuff. Interesting Australian anxiety. Anyway, I just found out what was in the final unpublished chapter. It's better not to read it I think.
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I don't know about wise, but it's certainly odd.
I'd be there with bells on ...
Ah, but how long would you be there ... before you mysteriously disappeared?
I've only ever seen Hanging Rock once, from a distance, while driving from Mildura to Melbourne via Bendigo. It was looming away there in the distance against the background of an oncoming storm. Frightened the bejesus out of me.
I've also only ever seen Leonard once, too -- early last year when he was in Australia, performing at an idyllic Southern Vales winery on a still, hot evening. It was so perfect I decided not to go again.
excellent 'painterly' photograph of The Rock in Weekend Australian Nov 13-14 Travel section page 3
and it really does look creepy and mystical.
Will he have to compete with those bloody pan pipes?
From what I've seen of him, Anthony, he would find a way of incorporating them into his performance.
We went there for a Food and Wine festival they had on. I'd loved the film for ages, and consequently was quite disappointed by the safety rails, helpful signs, and of course a bizarre pole carved with scenes from the film! And the film makes the rock look gigantic, but it was actually quite an easy ascent. No sense of danger or adventure at all!
I've got a friend who's going. I'll get a full report out of her.
...if she makes it back, that is.
Mind bending juxtaposition of Leonard Cohen in a frilly white dress is hurting my brain.
We are going to a Leonard Cohen tragics dinner to gather round the wireless and listen, apparently.
The picnic races on (I think) Australia Day at Hanging Rock are well worth a trip. With a (ominous music) picnic, of course.
Will Cohen, Paul Kelly and Dan Sultan vanish whilst Claire Bowditch is left behind yelling "Leonard! Come back!". Then they'll discover his fedora hung on a eucalypt or wattle branch?
I find the myth of Hanging Rock fascinating. I used to think it was true. Anyway, children/sexualisation/lost in the landscape stuff. Interesting Australian anxiety. Anyway, I just found out what was in the final unpublished chapter. It's better not to read it I think.
Casey, do you know Peter Pierce's book about lost children?
hehehe - And you say you aint an academic anymore?
Well, I should have added, that I have just finished a draft chapter on McGahan's White Earth and quoted Pierce quite a few times in it.
I used Pierce in my honours thesis too.
Yet, for such a prolific work, does but pay scant regard to the stolen gens don't you think?
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