This week: the perils of privilege, the whitening of pot, invisible galaxies, Modi's dark victory, and what freezing does to language.
He was a poet who reached across the aeons to Homer, yet he lived in a land which has never willingly taken a single poem to its heart.
Good morning, early birds. Bill Shorten has won the audience vote against Scott Morrison in last night's leaders' debate, and following the Easter Sunday terrorist attacks, a ban on any clothing that prevents identification has been introduced in Sri Lanka. It's the news you need to know, with Chris Woods.
Les Murray believed in soccer, and we believed in him.
Malcolm Turnbull took umbrage with the Anzac Day tweets of SBS' football reporter. He took the unusual step of reporting the tweets to SBS management. Fair enough, or government overreach?
Great Australian poet Les Murray wrote a book about his debilitating depression, but was cheerful at a recent bookshop appearance where W H Chong witnessed the world premiere of four poems.
Is form following function? Are we evolving? Or, to the question I want to consider here: is writing evolving? And is there a danger of Australian writers losing their distinctive voice, asks writer and editor Sophie Cunningham?
The Macquarie PEN Anthology will have a considerable effect on the burgeoning study of Australian literature abroad, writes Nicholas Birns. Yes, some bits are very literary, and some authors miss out, but finally Australian literature might get its deserved world recognition.
Four pages in the New Yorker should be enough attention to satisfy the ego of even an Australian poet. It is not likely that Les Murray will be basking in Dan Chiasson’s recent article about him.