Founded in 1965 by a couple of mentally volatile – read poetically inclined – Celtic-Australians, first seeing light on Empire Day (no longer observed) at the South Sydney Women’s’ Hospital (since demolished) in Camperdown, an inner Sydney suburb named after a rather obscure naval battle between England and the Dutch Republic off the coast near The Hague.
I am a poet. At least that’s one thing I am sure about. I don’t look at the world as most do.
To me, it’s still dazzling and ceaselessly astounding, this Creation in which I’m allowed to roam around.
To me, there is nothing mundane about life.
Awe and tenderness, passion and fury.