All my fiction is driven by a desire to 'see' the world of lived experience as it exists now. A world where objectivity and subjectivity combine in sociality and the construction of meanings and identity. As such they are all grounded in the social philosophy outlined in the political section. This philosophy could be termed Anarchism except it's not an ideology or an 'ism'. It tries to 'open' up actions of sociality (including speech) because through action together we create meaning. It seeks to allow that meaning, constructed in the immediate action, to be heard above that of the state and other forms of hierarchy. As such I am addicted to the beauty of the spoken word over state discourse or edicts from theorists.
Below I have included several extracts from my novel The Long Paddock' which is a white Australian dreaming. That is a dreaming invented by Captain Cook Australians as they 'built' the country. It features many mythical white Australian types - the big bloke, the ineffective intellectual, the battered and drained woman, the stupid corrupt cop and all the rest - and composes the story from their actions together. It is a 'spoken story' text (skaz) which tries to be as varied in mood as the lived experience it details. Colonial anthropologists invented the term 'dream-time' and applied it to the vast (over 500) different mythological belief systems they discovered among the multiple cultures that made up indigenous Australia. Of course when you invent something like that it is your projection onto other cultures, as well as an attempt to reduce and quarantine these other cultures, as a means to validate your destruction of their social being-ness and life culture.
One thing that occurs here though is that the biter gets bit - right now white australia has a more pervasive and unquestioned 'dream-time' than the indigenous peoples in Australia who are confronted everyday with attacks on their beliefs and the oppression of the settler state. On the other hand, drenched in self-entitlement and a long way from anywhere, Captain Cook Australia cruises along, lazing by their magic swimming pools, shrouded in magic BBQ smoke, uttering a litany of mythological nonsense concerning real estate prices, the best schools and why they can't get a park anymore. All modern life is full of myth and superstition. I just wanted to make fun of this particular one. Hope you enjoy it!
Highway leading no where -- everything except the land itself seems to sit fragile and temporary upon the ground - which seems to suffer it and then toss it away
Short Stories -- I'm still learning how to write short stories. They have requirements and manoeuvres all their own. I'm happy with the two here though. The one Leave is about what happens to a boy when an American soldier comes to stay on leave during the Vietnam war. The second one 'The Phantom verses the Revolutionary students of Paris' is about something else altogether.
I admire Isacc Babel, Denis Johnson, Elizabeth Taylor, Daniil Kharms and Bruno Schulz.
I've included both my stories in full form