Sunday, December 21, 2008

wine on the high wire.


Blog update. Work rushed headlong into Xmas break, my book/website project has been tentatively approved for sponsorship by the faculty, I scored First Class Honours in Law as quietly confirmed (in manner that is not open to most students - so hurrah for working in the faculty), my little bro looks on his way to cruising quite well into a selective school with all his friends (which is all he wants right now, other than more lego and to go to the Powerhouse Star Wars exhibition and play Wii + PS3 and sing Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, the Bono cover), I fell privy to personal scandal to rival de Sade's finest works (Philosophy in the Bedroom, of course - thank you Iris for that continually amusing book), I am now fully employed and then some, pulled into several projects (Catfox, 85Boroads, the new Communications Law Centre), I caught up with old friends and found new ones, tidied up a little more Japan organising...

...and Julian came back from Vancouver, alive with the wild bug of traveling in a way he's never known before.

This, like so much, is for you.

To the world out there: I expect your intelligence and worldly experience, whether gained from a book or first person, will leave you to infer the finer omitted details.

"Travel & Leisure." (or "Here, the strange familiar.")

You said: I'm home when I'm with you.
Whispered in my ear as we reached (backseat, where else)
For the elusive
In the midnight crisp
By the black shadowed park tall with trees gnarled
Skin dried thin, cracked and peeling with burn
Trees emaciated after an overindulgence of summer.


You said: I found something
The Siren's song, an Absolute
I've sought so long in the strange familiar
Shapes of clouds.
In dead philosophers and suburban churches
In nights deep with you
I found it
In the north of the border city, walled by wide high snowy peaks
All alone but not lonely
Kerouac's months of mountains.

And you should see it.
I want you, you said, to see it.
I heard you. In my head, your voice -
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera

I - in stasis so long
Broke.
Fell below bottom and loved the fall.
I rolled as the wind in the tunneling space of no stars, no milky way
Flew me to a place
Free of -
Words and art and other cages
Naming the nameless.
Grasping the Tao - The Great Beyond.

I dipped my pale face, my slender long nose and its midway crook
Into spring bloom roses.
Low hung magnolia seized my senses
And shattered my sensibility.

Oops.
Beyond rock bottom is not a floor
Solid and infallible.
No, it is an endless fall.

Delicious.

And through, you call -
I want you.
I want to give you everything.
I am ready.

I heard you.
I fell through.
Sweet with dinner dates
Clever young men of many inclinations and tastes
Sharing our elitist histories under the glimmer lights, a carnival
This side of the Harbour.

You know as well as I do -
You can lose yourself, you can betray
In many creative and amusing ways.

Et cetera, et cetera.
Singing in my ear, Thom Yorke is so
Beyond the thrall.

You are here. I am here.
I wonder at the lines that have left your face
The world's weight cast from your
Muscular, winter-tanned, taut shoulders
Your Armani exchange and your red muffed headphones
Your bewildered smile. Your assured, self-possessed air
Your confidence.
You speak - but unlike before
With sureness.
Built upon a deeper knowledge and understanding
As always - you say precisely what you mean
And do exactly as you like.
So right.

Though now, it is 5.05.
None of this has happened yet.
You're walking in the store - looking for
Kino's Travel + Leisure
December's evening pleasures.

You're looking, well, very good.
I'm thumbing through Lonely Planet
Budapest - the Avis-itis city
The 'Second city' of the Hapsbergs

You're here. Like The Who:
You're looking at me and I'm looking at you
We - ah. Don't know what to do.

I look you down and size you up.
Head to toe, to fall for.
Absolutely.

Stranger. Familiar.
Later, you will say: for you, I'm here.
For now, I straight-shoot look at you
And say:

"Hello there."

Saturday, December 6, 2008

So let's go crazy.


"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop."

- Jack Kerouac

It's a seductive, easy declaration. One for poets and professional bums, philosopher artists by reputation, purveyors of heady intoxicants and high as satellites when there's bills due. Attractive sentiments, true. Especially while the rule of cool logic has delivered a natural earth stretched on the rack of human demand, pollution and population growth, brinking on collapse; when distrustful neighbour nations choose useful weapons of annihilation and war rhetoric ("You are either with us, or against us", and you know the rest) over diplomacy; when lego economies crumble under the pressures of near-sighted lending policies, speculative investment and regulatory absence - yes, yes, when everything you know, blows in a deeply unsatisfying way, sexy declarations of ideals suddenly glow.

Don't mistake me for a revolutionary. I've grown up more or less knowing only affluence, even in the early years, when the wealth was reached for through glass display windows and glittering parties at which I did not belong. I've caught a lot of breaks in my short life so far: intelligence and luck, intrinsic talent and the will to risk, conspired for some very good times. In such surrounds - as I watch myself, my family, my closest friends and further friends of extended amusement, emerge, I suppose. Reap, as my friend said (over coffee, in Newtown, could it be any more cafe philosopher apt :p) reap the rewards for our long and lonely uncertain efforts.

And I wonder. Cos that's what you do at 1am when you're definitely supposed to be doing something else - like buying travel insurance, planning itineraries, writing law articles, organising interviews, reading the New York Times, browsing foodie blogs, filing my professional life, brewing a cup of oolong - you wonder about Douglas Adams stuff. 42 and the meaning of everything.

Around this time last year, I kinda broke. Law clerkships, the tugging obligation of a well-paid corporate future to match my impressive grades, sleepless nights and crankiness, were you know, annoying me with taglines. "It's amazing what a doodle can reveal." "We value our people." "No day is the same." "9 to 5 is boring." (This should ring alarm bells for anyone with a shred of value for sustaining human relationships. Not work, not academic - human. The kind of coffees, strawberries, gin martinis, reckless indulgence, midnight wisdom and inappropriate confessions.) It was, in fact, around 1am. Glazed and glaring at the July 2007 edition of Lawyer2B (the magazine to read if you are young and lawyerly), which featured a medical diagram of the human brain, with a young woman ripping through, between the eyes, peeking, apparently, at her future. Headline: Anatomy of the Ideal Grad.

I read it cover to cover. I was pretty sure I was supposed to have applied for every major clerkship in town. Or at least some. As opposed to...none. (I did accidentally win an interview at the Law Careers Fair with Gadens. To their greater wisdom and my lasting joy, I made it to the final round but didn't get hired.) Still, HECS debts were looming. Plus the general feeling that someone in my position should just be amazing already. North Sydney Girls, brilliant marks, a CV that employers swoon for...and here I was sipping black tea and doing things so useless as 'wondering.' Revelation struck. Seized by impulse, I foraged a black DVD marker pen from my little chinese take-out box on my table (from Sugar Fix!) which serves as a pen holder and drew lines through the medical anatomy of a human brain, the front cover of Lawyer2B. Dividing the brain, the face, into partitions of essential graduate attributes of the ideal lawyer to be.

Blind ambition. Flexible ethics. String of failed marriages/relationships. Shameless narcissism. Prozac + cocaine addiction. Cardiac arrest. Nagging sense of disillusion. = Ideal corporate drone. (There's more, definitely more. Haha!)

Tagline: ...It's amazing what a doodle can reveal.

Forgive me - or at least excuse me - I was something like depressed, cynical, and anger was a step up from being in the pits. Let it stand for the record that I don't think this is true any more. That like all that's worth knowing in this world, there's a lot more to lawyers, to corporate culture, to graduate recruitment and professional practice, there's worthy ideals that still hold and guide soulful (currently) corporate lawyers, there's corporations committed, (no, really) to being ethical world citizens (I did my thesis on this, just to prove it) ... there's a lot to like. Fine dining, magnolia in bloom, blue open skies, Border 35% off vouchers, Alicia Keys/Jack White, Obama 2008 ("Penn just went. Bolinger Bolsheviks. This is wild."), oysters and wine, John Mayer and Disney, park rendezvous, John Legend...ok, lots. Trust me. You know too. Really.

I'm coming to a point, I promise. I said at the start of this entry that mad people are the only ones worth knowing, that madness is underrated. No, I'm too bourgeosie to head for the nearest asylum for some friend-making (or to NSW Parliament, Seven News or Macquarie Bank, for that matter). My point is this: given the rather unsuccessful way logic has ruled our world for a few hundred years, in its Darwinian cycle of conquest, domination or to destroy what one cannot have (yes yes, success is relative, etc, but neither being a Jew in the Holocaust nor being a Palestinian in Gaza is a particularly pleasant reflection on the success of society's rules right now).... I seriously doubt whether the prevailing definition of sanity has served us well.

So I say, madness is an evolutionary imperative.

We're a generation raised by Tyler Durden & Dangerous Liaisons/Cruel Intentions. Interesting role models, no?

I say: Let me never be content (with the perfect sofa). Let me never be (made) complete (by buying stuff I don't need, funded by jobs I hate.) Deliver me from clever art. Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from self-destruction. Deliver me from nihilism.

Embrace craziness. Trust me. It's very cool right now. And maybe, with all our supposed excess of IQ points and other incredibly poor measures of intelligence, with all our lucky breaks, dazzling talent, thrilling potential and worlds of oysters and brimful promise, we might do something useful. We might go mad. We might - yes yes, you know you want to hear it - we might forge a better world.

Are you in?

Friday, November 28, 2008

Intermezzo.

For spectacle, and abandon.

Intermezzo.

The fill act
Lodged by rock and mortar
By Act Two and the grand finish
As hushed patrons hustle to
Dial urgent calls to their lives outside
Busy, important, awaiting no plays
Hurry to toilet breaks
Join lines long and slithering round red curtained walls and corners

Intermezzo before the fall.
She is not watched - the dancer
Sleek, lithe, unseen
Her artful leaps and arcs
Bear no practise
Her movements roll with the mood of the breeze
With the popcorn crunching crowd's sighs
Averted eyes, watch-glance impatience
She does as she will
So to please
Herself.

Only. Absolutely.
Brinking, as the pit violinist strings a high C -
And holds it -
Impossibly -
Still as she -
Levitates
Defying Newton's Laws and multiple city regulations

Intermezzo.
Before the fall.

...

And for the record, Quantum of Solace is every bit as satisfying, burning vengeful, rogue chaotic, bitter wise, as nobody is telling you. You know, don't see it if you're in search of an absolute romance, or any other absolute. For those needs, I recommend Nights in Rodanthe. Or The House Bunny! Australia! There's plenty.

As of today, I am fully employed and brinking on far too employed. Life's good, no?




Friday, November 14, 2008

stomp off, let's go!

Louis Armstrong says it best! So - set this entry to the soundtrack of Louis Armstrong: The Ultimate Collection, Disc 3, Track 13, because that's what's flowin from my cd player right now. Mmm-mm. It's raining, a thunderstorm remnant to douse out the bushfires which burned high near my house yesterday; I assume it was close because we were choking smoke all evening, but I was out all day shopping and caught up in the absolutely awful task of reading Australian Gourmet Traveller & Delicious back issues under the slip light fogged ceiling of the Mitchell wing, State Library, revelling in a room walled with books, smelling library. Yep, it's a fantastic life, and someone's gotta live it! ;)

As I just urged a friend: Listen to the rainfall. Trickle down tango partnered with birdsong. A family of rainbow lorrikeets squeak and squawk from our jacaranda beyond my balcony. On such a morning, like a Louis Armstrong song, I can't help it, I'm on the sunny side of the street, I'm in the mood for love, I'm stomp off, let's go!

So another friend, Alex, texted me yesterday to ask how Day 1: Operation the end of undergrad uni forever (ever ever, ever ever??) went down. And I wouldn't be a wayward procrastinating writer worth my whimsy if I didn't end up answering in a poem. Here it is. Yes it's long, but so was a 5 year degree. Unlike the degree, it goes down easy, like a Tetsuya Ying Sling infused with lychees, definitely a drink to woo women with.

"There must be more than being happy" (Scream love.)

14 Nov.
(1999). A mud hue sedan veered into Pennant Hills Road
The automobile artery of NW Sydney
Male, the driver, late 20s
His mind a kite on a long flying tether
On Caltex, milk and cigarettes
Failed to check right.
His collision theorised by Isaac Newtown four double oo years before
'One object in motion will proceed in due course
Until acted upon by some opposite force.'
Smash!
21.34.
I drank saltwater hospital soup & watched tiny-screen Jerry Maguire
In ER.
The boy across my aisle bore a bloody stump
For a left arm.
So it goes.
(Vonnegut theorised too, fifty years before.)

14 Nov.
(2008.)
I missed my stop.
By plan if not purpose
Thrilling under the passing Bridge beams
Steel pine shadow beams
Harbour glimmer, Quay cruise ships and sunshine
The drop point where a boy
Brilliant, my age, days ago
Dux, final year high
Law Revue loved
Career ready, steady Freehills for life
Forgot the feel of the sun
Heady perfume of magnolia bloom
Of crisp-baked French roll's virgin crackle
Forgot & knew only
Life. Hard life that stretched thin as the skin of a drum, ever ever on.
03.26.
43 mins before the first dawn Cityrail.
By the cold blowing sea gusts, under Bridge beams
He stepped off - saw not
Cruise carnival ships, the harbour as it glimmered
By the city's high lights and brand names neon emblazoned
Felt at last, the thrilling wind as it flew
From the fell drop to the sea.

12.43am.
North Sydney Station.
Unrecognisably changed.
Gone - the smog, 'smoke fog' stairway
Advertising lined, blasted steps
Here, slit aluminium ceilings let in light
By degrees. Dispelled shadows
By design.
I loved to see this. This change. I grew up on this steppes.
Now they're gone.
My battered phone buzzed a message - Alex:

'Spectacular sunny day,
Don't you think?'
I didn't think.
A wild idea for a walking brain.
No-mind. Zen free.
Part of the Plan.

'Exam soon, so relaxed.
Hope you're doing well,
First day of freedom -

Scream love!'

My reply was one line.
The end of the line.
(If I stake my word-bound career by this
I'll be a cardboard box pauper,
Give it days.)
Law - the corporate dream
Hard living
Now a myth.
Dispelled by design.
In one line.

"LOOOOOOVE!!!"

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Midday Swing

Wrote this in the Reading Room of the Customs House Library, hearing the horn-blare of ferries going to and fro from the Quay dock, the heaving blue-white Sydney buses veer the corner, and the whisper shuffle of study notes echoing down the long wood tables, the walls of yellow page books. Pretending to study while Alex actually studied. Ah, so good.

The Midday Swing.

Farflung the bloom at noonday
Drift
Wind-seized at the height of its
Great green life
Purple bloom, to knock you flat
In one blind blow
The blood rush thrilling, flows
To mend your swelling eyes, bruised hands and feet
Last touched
Petal kissed
Revel.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Change has come (Grant Park Victory Speech)

Today I won the Devil Wears Prada job every girl dreams of - PR gig with gourmet food & luxury travel firm in hip little Darlinghurst, working with writers from titles like GQ, Inside Film, Frankie ~swoon~ - but this was far overshadowed by the election of an extraordinary man compelled by circumstance and vision to lead the US into a new unprecedented era. Revolution only occurs when economies are dire and change is not merely a whimsical desire but a vital drive; I'm so glad to be alive right here and now to see and share the moment. You know - wow!

Just aired half an hour ago...

PRESIDENT-ELECT BARACK OBAMA: If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.

Its the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that difference.

Its the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled - Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America.

Its the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.

Its been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America.

I just received a very gracious call from Senator McCain. He fought long and hard in this campaign, and hes fought even longer and harder for the country he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine, and we are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader. I congratulate him and Governor Palin for all they have achieved, and I look forward to working with them to renew this nations promise in the months ahead.

I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on that train home to Delaware, the Vice President-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.

I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last sixteen years, the rock of our family and the love of my life, our nations next First Lady, Michelle Obama. Sasha and Malia, I love you both so much, and you have earned the new puppy thats coming with us to the White House. And while shes no longer with us, I know my grandmother is watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight, and know that my debt to them is beyond measure.

To my campaign manager David Plouffe, my chief strategist David Axelrod, and the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics - you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what youve sacrificed to get it done.

But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to - it belongs to you.

I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didnt start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington - it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston.

It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give five dollars and ten dollars and twenty dollars to this cause. It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generations apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organized, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from this Earth. This is your victory.

I know you didnt do this just to win an election and I know you didnt do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime - two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century. Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us. There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how theyll make the mortgage, or pay their doctors bills, or save enough for college. There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair.

The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America - I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you - we as a people will get there.

There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who wont agree with every decision or policy I make as President, and we know that government cant solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And above all, I will ask you join in the work of remaking this nation the only way its been done in America for two-hundred and twenty-one years - block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.

What began twenty-one months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night. This victory alone is not the change we seek - it is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were. It cannot happen without you.

So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other. Let us remember that if this financial crisis taught us anything, its that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers - in this country, we rise or fall as one nation; as one people.

Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House - a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity. Those are values we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, We are not enemies, but friends…though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn - I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too.

And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world - our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand. To those who would tear this world down - we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security - we support you. And to all those who have wondered if Americas beacon still burns as bright - tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from our the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope.

For that is the true genius of America - that America can change. Our union can be perfected. And what we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.

This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one thats on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. Shes a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing - Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.

She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldnt vote for two reasons - because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.

And tonight, I think about all that shes seen throughout her century in America - the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we cant, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.

At a time when womens voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.

When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.

When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.

She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that We Shall Overcome. Yes we can.

A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes we can.

America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves - if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?

This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment. This is our time - to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth - that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we cant, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people:

Yes We Can. Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America.

Monday, November 3, 2008

"In the unlikely story that is America..."

Yes We Can.

(Speech by Barack Obama.)

It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.

Yes we can.

It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.

Yes we can.

It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.

Yes we can.

It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.

Yes we can to justice and equality.

Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity.

Yes we can heal this nation.

Yes we can repair this world.

Yes we can.

We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change.

We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics...they will only grow louder and more dissonant ........... We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.

But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.

Now the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we will remember that there is something happening in America; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people; we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea --

Yes. We. Can.

Checkpoint.

Checkpoint


I lie listening
Rain, echo heavy
Dancing in the night
Now a waltz
Light step two and to the side
Trickle-rain
Drooping the arms of branches
Maple, out of season
Cypress by the lake
Heaven sent to river depths
Slipped one by one down the flay pattern leaves
Rain.

I whisper secrets to the rain
It whispers back. Carrying my scandal
To feed the fields and river fishes
Corn grows plump on my secrets
Dead winter abates.
See how the land ripens, rich
With our contraband love
Our necessary secrets.
We walk on, drunk poor and forgetful
Under the rain
By the brimful lake
Gliding ever by some hidden back way
To the open, anonymous sea.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Reckless.

Evening gathers. Summer is gone.
I walk the city streets lost
To – oh
The broken glass breeze rips past cloth, and skin
To bone. And deeper still.
You kiss this way.
Not tender but brutal
Desire a starved beast
Whose hunger gnaws night after night
Within you
Without me.

Here, there, our ghosts haunt the alleys
By a withering enclave – a back-office exit
By the low row of cypress
Dipping their tips to drink a river
By a city laid below
Twinkling lamps and lives
Lined up – straight and narrow

Wrapped in night and each other.
One and alone to the world.

The river, like the clouds in the sky
And the blowing wind and the ebbing tide
Flows on, goes on

Time is nowhere.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

September by Ted Hughes

A favourite and obscure poem.

September

We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold:
No clock counts this.
When kisses are repeated and the arms hold
There is no telling where time is.

It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still:
Behind the eye a star,
Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tell
Time is nowhere.

We stand; leaves have not timed the summer.
No clock now needs
Tell we have only what we remember:
Minutes uproaring with our heads

Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's
When the senseless mob rules;
And quietly the trees casting their crowns
Into the pools.


Fall

For the last Friday we lost to a quirk of the Justinian calender and a long-winding drive to the moutains and down again. Home again. 'Time is nowhere.'

Fall

A secret

Can you keep it

To a whisper –

Here, sir’


Your warm breath

Climbs the window pane

As if a sudden mountain

Sprung from blizzard mist


You kiss as the breeze tugs the leaves

From the oak tree perched

Askew to the brokedown fence

Timber hollowed termite suburbs

Shrouded in red-yellow oak leaf

Teasing now. Oh it’s Autumn. March.

Fall.

Fall for me.


A secret

This private undoing and losing

Of ourselves

No explosions.

No forgettable blasts.


We shiver in deepening dusk

A suggestion of breeze

The first fall of leaves

In evening.

Friday, February 22, 2008

atonement - the two letters.





















Atonement Letter #1 (p.85):
"You'd be forgiven for thinking me mad - wandering into your house barefoot, or snapping your antique vase. The truth is, I feel rather light-headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don't think I can blame the heat. Will you forgive me? Robbie."

Atonement Letter #2 (p.86):
"In my dreams, I kiss your cunt, your sweet wet cunt. In my thoughts I make love to you all day long."

...

Definitely a letter worth spending a lifetime atoning for ;)



Look who's watching: Privacy Protection in Australia & the UK...
















Story by:
Wenee Yap
November 12, 2007

(For portfolio use only - original available here)

Celebrity weddings were never going to be a private affair. Call it our voyeuristic thirst to live vicariously the resplendent lifestyles of the cashed-up and well-publicized - but our hunger to know about the private lives of public figures has made the industry of fame a lucrative venture, particularly for paparazzi and trash magazines. So when Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones exchanged vows, in a Hollywood matrimonial quid pro quo to end all nuptial opulence, they sought to guard against paparazzi invasions of their wedding by signing a contract with OK! magazine, giving the tabloid exclusive photos of the Douglas's tying the knot. But the paparazzi are like sand - no matter what you do, some grains will slip through. OK!'s rival magazine, Hello! acquired unauthorised shots of the event and rushed them to publication ahead of OK!'s official and authorised photos. You know what's coming next - a lawsuit claiming, amongst other grievances, a wrongful invasion of privacy.

The case of Douglas v Hello! Ltd [2006] threw privacy law into the spotlight. Dr David Rolph of the University of Sydney observed its importance in a seminar on a comparative study of privacy protection in the United Kingdom and Australia, as part of the UTS:LAW's Lunchtime Seminar Series. Both jurisdictions, he noted, have been without a tort of privacy. Yet in this case, Dr Rolph highlighted a "fairly frank admission by the minority" that the equitable action for breach of confidence, traditionally confined to commercially-based breaches of confidence, had been expanded to include a second distinct action: "a form of personal privacy action separate from commercial confidence."

Closer to home, the High Court in the landmark case of Australian Broadcasting Corporation v Lenah Game Meats Pty Ltd (2001) suggested "in some tantalising dicta, that there might be a tort of privacy recognised in Australian law," said Dr Rolph. Venturing one step further, Dr Rolph said that if a tort privacy was recognised, "it would be for the benefit of natural persons" not corporations - a view much in line with the notion of privacy as an individual human right.

Should Australia recognise a tort of privacy? If so, will it be by statute, developed by common law or a combination of the two? With the advent of intrusive and freely available surveillance technology like Google Earth, and the capacity for swift mass proliferation of personal information via internet sites such as Facebook, this is a vital issue. Both the New South Wales Law Reform Commission and the Australian Law Reform Commission have thrown their resources into two major papers on the thorny subject of privacy law. Both, said Dr Rolph, have suggested a relatively "open textured" statutory protection of privacy, affording courts the flexibility of interpreting the proposed legislation in a way best suited to ensuring justice is delivered to all parties, depending on the facts of a given case.

Not to be outdone, district and county courts in Queensland and Victoria have recognised an actionable right to privacy, with the judgment in the 2003 Queensland case, which involved a pesky ex-lover turned stalker, offering four essential elements for a common law tort of privacy to be proved.

"The impetus of privacy protection in the UK is celebrities," observed Dr Rolph. By contrast, the push for a tort of privacy in Australia "is coming from genuinely private parties - people without a significant public profile," said Dr Rolph. "If you pop your head above the parapet and you court publicity, but claim to need your privacy protected, it raises the question: how do you balance freedom of expression against a right to privacy?"

Sunday, February 17, 2008

The Cost of Law: VSU & Funding Crisis Forces Closure of Award-Winning UTS Community Law Centre

Story: Wenee Yap
Nov 2007

$218,000. This is about a third of the cost of a single-storey house in a moderately-priced Sydney suburb. It is the cost of two full-fee degrees in law or medicine. It is also, according to a UTS Faculty of Law brief, the projected cost of running the UTS Community Law Centre during 2007.

The commercial value of these services? Over $900,000 per year, in an estimate from the same UTS:Law report.

Over its 11 years of operation, dedicated staff and volunteers of the Community Law Centre have given free legal assistance to over 6,700 UTS students and staff; the Centre has also won prominent awards, including the UTS Human Rights Award (1999), the Combined Community Legal Centres Group Award (2005) presented by the Law and Justice Foundation of NSW, and the inaugural UTS Equity and Diversity Award (1999) for its seminal and groundbreaking community-based research and other initiatives. During its lifetime, the centre received grants for projects like the ental Health: Know Your Rights!?website, research into ambling and Crime?and publications such as the Young Peoples Rights Guide?

Despite its vital and valuable contribution to the UTS community, a critical funding crisis caused by voluntary student unionism will force the UTS Community Law Centre to close its doors at the end of this year.

"I think it's devastating. It's a tragedy of enormous proportions, and we can thank the current Federal Government and its policy of Voluntary Student Unionism, together with economic rationalism and bottom-line management, for the closure of the centre," said past director of the UTS Community Law Centre, UTS:Law Senior Lecturer Dr Ian Ellis-Jones. From 1997-2002, Dr Ellis-Jones chaired the Centre's management committee, led high-level research into social issues like problem gambling, drug law reform and the sex workers' industry, and also worked regularly as a volunteer solicitor at the Centre. "The work that I did at the centre was very gratifying, and I am very sad and angry about its closure," said Dr Ellis-Jones. "Community law centres help to ensure that there is some equity and social justice operating in our legal and justice systems so that the less fortunate can have access to legal services that might, and probably would be otherwise unavailable to them."

Current Director of the Centre, UTS:Law Senior Lecturer Jennifer Burn also expressed her sadness at the Centre's imminent closure. We made representations to the University Union and the Council, said Burn. Since the UTS Union withdrew funding in 2005 post-VSU, the UTS Faculty of Law has picked up the bill but can no longer do so. "We prepared funding submissions to external agencies," Burn said. "None of the applications were successful. We haven't been able to secure funding to continue our work."

Dr Ellis-Jones acknowledged the changing nature of legal practice in Australia, observing that the practice of law is becoming increasingly mercantile and commercial, and as a result more unaffordable. "Access to law, equity in the law, and social justice just don't seem to register on the radar these days."

Milton Das, a current fourth year Communications (Writing and Cultural Studies)/Laws student and volunteer at the Community Law Centre, agrees. "Somewhere along the line in your life, you're gonna need legal advice. The community law centre offered this for free and has helped heaps of students along the way. For me, volunteering was an opportunity to get exposure to the practical application of the law, for a meaningful cause."

"I only wish the so-called "big end of town" did more than it does to help in this area,"said Dr Ellis-Jones. "True, there are many fine firms, and practitioners in those firms, who are doing their bit for social justice and greater equity in the law, but, sadly, not enough do. The practice of law in this country and in most other Western nations has become, for the most part, a business rather than a profession, and a very mercantile business at that as well."

In the words of Alan Jay Lerner, "Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment that was known as Camelot." At the risk of sounding over-sentimental the UTS Community Law Centre was our Camelot."


----Case Study----

Who needs the services of the UTS Community Law Centre?

Students and staff seeking advice about issues ranging from domestic violence, motor vehicle accidents, consumer debt problems, family law, tenancy disputes.

"Perhaps the most personally satisfying case I was ever involved in was when a UTS student from China came to see me one morning back in the late 1990s when I was working at the centre as a volunteer solicitor," said Dr Ellis-Jones. "While driving, the student had collided with an elderly pedestrian and faced a number of serious criminal charges, dangerous driving occasioning grievous bodily harm. "

"It was one of the freak occurrences which can happen to any of us when we lose our concentration for less than a second," explained Dr Ellis-Jones. He took on the case despite having little background in criminal law.

"I really grew to see the inner goodness in this young man, and to appreciate the significance of those immortal words of Omar Khayyam, namely: "The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ,/ Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit/ Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,/ Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it." I quoted those lines to the magistrate in my plea in mitigation for the guy. He lost his licence for 6 months, which was a most exceptional result in all the circumstances, and it was perhaps the most satisfying thing I have ever done in the law, in my 30 years of being a practising lawyer."

----Achievements & Initiatives of the UTS Community Law Centre----

Public Space: The Journal of Law & Social Justice inaugural edition, 'Sex and Mercy' published in April 2007 with UTS Faculty of Law


Launch of new subject, Community Justice Studies, an opportunity for law students to undertake placements & research, develop and deliver plain language presentations or short courses about community legal issues, with organisations like the Human Rights and Equal Opportunity Commission (HREOC), NSW Law Reform Commission, Women Legal Service and Law and Justice Foundation.

The Anti-Slavery Project - sponsored by the UTS Community Law Centre, dedicated to eliminating slavery and helping enslaved and trafficked persons

Research partnerships with Harvard Law School, the University of Sydney and Student Associations for the University of Western Sydney and Southern Cross University

Also provides free, confidential legal service to staff and students of the Sydney Institute of Tafe (SIT)

Professional links with solicitors from Clayton UTZ, Blake Dawson Waldron, Allens Arthur Robinson, Legal Aid Commission of NSW and prominent silks including Peter Bodor QC and Malcolm Ramage QC

Practical Legal Training and valuable legal industry exposure for student volunteers
Range of research grants and community legal publications

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With thanks to UTS:Law Senior Lecturers Dr Ian Ellis-Jones & Jennifer Burn for their assistance in researching this article. Your commitment to social justice is inspiring. Thanks also to Milton Das, Communications (Writing)/Law student & UTS: Community Law Centre volunteer (2006-2007)

perfume


'I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes or blackouts. I liked that certain undefinable something directed at me by members of the opposite sex. For want of a better word, call it magnetism. Like it or not, it's a power that ensnares people and reels them in.'The closest comparison might be the power of perfume. Perhaps even the master blender himself can't explain how a fragrance that has a special magnetism is created. Science certainly can't explain it. Still, the fact remains that a certain kind of fragrance can captivate the opposite sex like the scent of an animal in heat. One kind of fragrance might attract 50 out of 100 people. And another scent will attract the other 50. But there are also scents that only one or two people will find wildly exciting. And I have the ability, from far away to sniff out those special scents. When I do, I want to go up to the girl who radiates this aura and say, 'Look, I picked it up. No one else gets it, but I do.'


- South of the Border, West of the Sun. Haruki Murakami.

Leaf.

Finer things have fallen
From leaf to wind
And earth to dust

Once green, cracked thin
The slightest gust
Sweeps up the last brown maple leaf
Swooning to its partner, the wind in coldest autumn
Is but a breath's caress
They dance
In ever graceful turns and arcs
Pirouette spins dizzy
For the wind like any lothario
knows well the steps of love
The low toned promises
Melt and burn

Draw near, black earth
Splinter, brown leaf
The wind loves all and nothing.
Splinter. Splinter to bits.

© Wenee Yap

Dusk Rouge

Sweat into the summer dusk
The red sun blaze
Sinks to burn other places
Other times

Still the remnant heat strips us
A million faces now bare
Gone the impish tease
Risk all romantic, eyes afire
Or furrowed brow student’s frown
Fast advancing shadows melt all such details

The world kneels into night.
Black shapes, limbs without bodies
And whispers, whispers everywhere
To the dip of your back and the sleek of my hair

Tell me, what do fingertips see?
A new face in the darkness.
Mine or yours
Yours or mine.
Time, time
Is gone.
In some other place
In far away climes.


© Wenee Yap

Silver

There. Like water it’s gone.
Irretrievable.
The palm cannot catch
Mercurial, the slip of silver
Precious ore, mined and pure
You and I and all our hours
Thieved by the wind, by the river
By the sea
Sunk into silt beneath
Bare bones for fish

© Wenee Yap

Private Joker

In the space between
Gasp and afterglow
By the slip-fault
Of wood frame and window

She’s taking photographs of a future life
He – smirking heroic
In khaki poised
Patient as death, his kaleshnikov scythe
Awaiting the kill shot
By the slip-fault
Of wood frame and window

Freeze – her forefingers frame the shot.
Blooming
From absent white to blood red

And here, she is
Hunched, nestled in bedsheets
Writing, ‘You’ll see, I’ll forge the world anew
My pen is the barrel of a gun.’

He keeps forgetting she is younger than he.

Down by desert flats the sun
Passes a uniform arc
From horizon to night.
Buildings which would have once blocked its passage
Now rubble.

Her ideals are hard.
They will break before they bend.

He will break her.

© Wenee Yap.

Monkey

Like a shadow in shadow
The night becomes him.

Black monkey in a blue night
Moisture from the rains rising all around him
They fell in afternoon, and give themselves up in the evening hours
They are lovers newly made, tentative and desiring

He climbs the terrace wall, up and over
Always an owl to watch the lit windows
In the branch by his side

Children before bed will be told,
‘He is stronger than an ogre, he can lift whole houses
Shops,
Wine glasses gifted by the Sultan’
In this country where any state ruler can, for a year
Be king.

A glint of silver
A trinket for a woman he has not yet met
In a jazz bar in the blue hours
‘Love,’ he’ll whisper, whisky on his breath
‘Love is a fire’ slipping the stolen necklace
Her breath on his wrist as if she had kissed him

‘Love is spark,’ singing, ‘lost in the dark’

Outside the sun rising, the new rains falling.


© Wenee Yap

Room 101

All I ever asked of you was perfection.
And you fell, of course you fell
Head over feet to my knees
A tumble
A mess, a tangle
Spread as a devout before my toes
Where I wanted you

How I wanted you
Skin bare and profane
Deep in sin
Irresistible, the celestial gravity
Of two bodies
Coming in
The spin

The sight of you
The sight of you blinds me
The world outside goes on beyond
Beyond locked doors

You turned the key
And gave it to me
I slipped it away
For a sunny day


© Wenee Yap

Urban Loneliness

She shivers a thrill
Reeling
Above the sun in its sky so aching
Wheeling on skids an arc
Over the dome, sea blue

I never, never, never
Knew we'd lose so much, so easy
Let it slip. Let the breeze
Steal it over deep wells of oceans
The shimmering Pacific, the indigo Indian
Its air hung heavy with rumours of spices and slaves
Let it carry
Through days and nights of endless time
Which turns as the world turns
A dollar coin flipped on its edge
In spin.

Clammy-cool dusk. An easterly breeze
All the way from New Zealand
Raises every hair on her wrists
Her exposed knees.
She shivers a thrill
Reeling. Alone with the world.
Still breathing.


© Wenee Yap

Agent Orange

Order he embraced with open arms
And handcuffs.
He sought clarity, precision.
He minced no words.
He did what he did because it was right
And good.
Because he could.

When he loved, he loved with purpose
He romanced financier's wives
General's daughters.
Once more, sans feeling
He was, after all, a true professional.

The ebbflow of empires
Of seasons in all splendor and colour
Were but dates to be crossed
Stamped and banished to history
Presidents dispatched. Bombs delivered
Or defused. Cities towering from rubble
Or leveled.
Economies scaled, or broken.

You have no heart. No soul.
Said a lover, deep in twilight's black hours
He left.
On the Parisienne streets, not a soul
The stars hooded from view
He wandered the city lemon-sewer scented sidealleys
Til rose the blue before dawn.
Another day.
Another date.

Stowaway, soul refugee.
Southwest, an airbus flew him
To an expanse of deserts.
New Empires.
New Order.
New histories to be forged.
Pawn of governments, fate
Jealous politics
Slink into the wastes of brittle sand
Free of memory, or history
His soul aglow
In a tinderbox locked
Left by his bedside
revolver.


© Wenee Yap

Other Lovers

Swift is the blood pulse
Beneath your naked skin
Of paper - wet, stretched
Fragile, but firm to touch.

By the slant window
The sun flies west
Jealous moon, bleached light borrower
In cool pursuit
At six am, they switch again
Pursued and hunter
One or the other
Tireless, til Time's end.

You too, are tireless
Kissing me awake
Night or day
Day or night
The stopped wall clock keeps watch
At six o'lock.

We were not the first, are not the last
Lovers, others
Will too, find
The hidden gardens we have known
In dusk summer
In silent winter
In red-twine fall and spring's bloom
Purple iris will reach to tickle
Their ears and fingers
To delight their sense of beauty
These other lovers.

But not you. Not I.
In youth's first flush
Of folly delirium.
We will never be as we are
Now. Fragile.


© Wenee Yap

Peculiar Pelican Pete

Was looking for something to eat
But he couldn't find fish
So he sat on a dish
And nibbled upon his webbed feet.


© Wenee and Juwin, Xmas 2007

Love Poem #13

Every word read
Would break clean your heart
Cleaved half
One for me
One for the sea.

Up and ever caught
In the breathless swell of foam
To wander deep sea caverns off map
Unknown.

Of mine, well
I'll have a locket made
And locked
With copper key I'd keep
Through flecked rust and fickle age
Through nights and days
And taken hours
Time we stole.
Time to pay.

No not yet
Not today.
Today the sun shines bright.
In the east we meet, and are filled with light.

Shadowside


Eyes of deep brown compel you
To do, to go, to leap the breach
The shadowside
Of her half-smile
Of her raised eyebrow

To where, and from where you will never return
A smoulder-red sun slides into dusk
The night trees arch and gather evening in their leaf-fingers
Stars, hide your fires!
A rough-worn palm
An earlobe droop

She is soft to him, she feels it
His desire
Met
Left like the sea
Flow, and ebb

The low-strung moon rippling spilt ink
From shore to oceania.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Ophelia.

Ophelia


© Wenee Yap Jan 2008.

We loved you as Ophelia.

Til you tore my careless heart

Drawn. Quartered.

Delicious.

Again.


You, for whom any passing pilgrim

Would pause to kneel

In worship

You, who despised idols.

Most of all those cast

In your graven image.


Wild like Plath

But not so doomed.

Did you hate this too –

Your silver-spoon privilege

Draped in shabby-chic

Charity bought angst

On loan from the State.


Spare me your doomed Ophelia.

You are no wayward Dylan.

You cannot unpick your shadow

From your sand-grit toes

Here, against the windswept white cliffs

Home to so many mad poets

There is only you

And I.

Remember those posters.

© Wenee Yap

If tomorrow was the last day

Of my brief, bliss inkblot life

I would wake up naked

Beside my lover in the blue hours and love, make

Before breakfast. During, and after

Once more? yes, more.


Meander by the back-alleys that maze to the city

By ten

Hand in hand

To watch the Sunday box-kites take flight

And the skywriters write

Love vows and brand names of shoes

I might buy

As the Central Station clock strikes eleven

I'd have tea and scones by the ponds

Of the rain-puddles

Huddled overnight from a lost storm

That blew through

En route to the South, to the Pacific


My lunch would be grand:

Cheese, crackers and toast

Red wine, a sip, a gift

Uncorked for the cork to leap

In hyperbole arc to the far side

Of Hyde Park

Distressing pigeons in the midst of lovesong

As the sun fell from view I'd

Sample chocolate - Belgian and Swiss

Ten dollars apiece

From the Food Hall below as it closes

By the flood of families

Home-bound for supper


Dinner at seven. Sumptuous.

French? No, Italian

Where all the waiters read Specials

You ask for encore - not for the food but the song in their voices

Fish, seared tender.

Lemon and coriander

Mash in blended cream butter

Mmmm.

Again wine, and fine conversation

About Chechnya and the oncoming zombie apocalypse

The distant of end of times

Delayed to 2014 from 1999.


As once more the blue hours close in

We'd walk where the shore hugs the Harbour

Music wafting like the sea in the breeze

Opera from the House

Jazz saxophonist, old Ella Fitzgerald

His notes on the wind like the scent of the sea

As if a taste left to linger

Or a kiss.


Til dawn our toes would dangle

Tips to dip in the river flow

As fresh current sinks to salt depth

And rumoured sharks roam

Hand in hand

Cheek to cheek

Beneath open skies that arc without end

That turn blue the chambers of the sea.

Fight the Future: Environmental Activist & UTS Human Rights Award Winner, Holly Creenaune...
















Published from the original

Story by
: Wenee Yap
December 17, 2007.


Eight-thirty pm, Saturday 24th November, 2007. Some wept, some wailed; others cracked open wine bottles with the special-ordered label: Howard's End. Whether you love or hate politics, this time marked the end of an era. Unionists binned WorkChoices on the nightly news. High-ranking Liberals toppled - or were pushed over - like dominoes. Signing Kyoto was just around the corner; Australia was going to come in from the cold on climate change.

For environmental activist and fourth year UTS Journalism/Law student Holly Creenaune (pictured above) who laboured through Howard's plans for nuclear power and his controversial refusal to sign the Kyoto Protocol, it seemed her efforts were at last affirmed by the prodigal entry of a popular Australian government committed to addressing climate change.
And hard labour it was. In her time at UTS, Holly has been the first ever National Convener of the Australian Student Environment Network (ASEN), co-ordinated the 2005 and 2006 Students of Sustainability Conferences, been a founding member of the Australian Youth Climate Coalition (AYCC), co-authored the first report in the world on nuclear research and education - 'Opportunities to Waste: Australian Universities and the Nuclear Industry' and participated in the Australian Nuclear Free Alliance, which supports indigenous land owners in their efforts against uranium mining on their traditional land. All while completing a sought-after UTS Journalism/Law double-degree.

"Campaigning and education on human rights and environmental justice is challenging, frustrating, joyful, and deeply rewarding," said Creenaune. "It was fantastic to have my work on climate change, Aboriginal rights and environmental justice recognised by the University. Human rights campaigning, education and research must be front and centre of the efforts of universities, and it was great to have this recognition by UTS."

She admitted that for most people, climate change doesn't immediately spring to mind when they think of human rights. "However," she observed, "climate change affects our most basic of rights - to water, sustenance, livelihood, culture and life. Already, our neighbours in Tuvalu and the Carteret Islands in the Pacific are being forced to flee their homes because of rising sea levels, facing food and water shortages, and experiencing the destruction of their homes, communities and culture."

Driven, intelligent and fiercely committed to her chosen cause, Holly is a formidable force in environmental activism, and her efforts were recently recognised in the prestigious Elizabeth Hastings Memorial Award for Student Community Contribution, presented by High Court Justice Kirby at the 2007 UTS Human Rights Awards. "Young people are facing a future of dangerous climate change - of sea-level rise, of extreme weather patterns, of food scarcity and poverty, and the displacement of hundreds of million climate refugees," said Creenaune. "Climate change is the biggest social, human rights and environmental issue of our generation."

"I am inspired by our strong history of success and our capacity to make real shifts and stop dangerous climate change. Thirty years ago, scores of students supported Aboriginal peoples in organising the Freedom Rides for justice, sovereignty and reconciliation. By 2002, thousands of students travelled to the Kakadu National Park to support Mirrar Traditional owners in blockading and successfully shutting down the huge Jabiluka uranium mine. In the last 2 years, hundreds of students in the Australian Student Environment Network have been shifting universities to renewable energy. I work everyday with Traditional Owners, community members and young people right across Australia for a more just and sustainable world - it is creative, inspiring, and worth every second."


Her experiences as an activist have allowed her to find a wiser, well-tempered route to working with indigenous land owners on many Australian issues, from climate change to sovereignty. Of particular influence were the sentiments of Lila Watson, an Aboriginal activist from Brisbane. Said Watson to Creenaune: "If you have come to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you are coming because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together."

Friday, February 15, 2008

Dubai by the sea: Top UK Law firm Denton Wilde Sapte looking for fresh talent...





















Published from the original

Story by: Wenee Yap
January 15, 2008

An indoor ski field that snows. Sixteen Starbucks in one super-shopping complex. A hotel - underwater. All at the edge of the desert, riding the boon of Middle-Eat oil wealth, Dubai is currently the prized destination for high-flying professionals of all fields, from engineers to corporate lawyers. At the fore of its latest recruiting drive for the region is top UK law firm Denton Wilde Sapte, Christopher Aylward (pictured above), who is UTS:LAW graduate and partner of the firm, has flown into Sydney over Christmas and New Year 08 to seek talented law graduates or young lawyers interested in working in the Middle East.

"To say this is a boom region is really understating the situation," said Aylward. "Dubai has a thriving economy. You can do everything, from real estate projects to project finance." Aylward estimates ex-pat numbers in Dubai to be about 80-85%. "Dubai is in a really odd situation: the person who builds a building, the person who picks up the rubbish, plus the person who designs the building, and even the person who owns the building could all be ex-pats."

Aylward describes Dubai as "fascinating, challenging. The financial rewards are considerable, of course. The firm is very collegiate. Within our office we have a great mix of nationality - quite a few Australians, New Zealanders, English, South Africans, Jordanians, and Lebanese. A really good social scene; people work reasonable hours. It's not pulling all-nighters four nights a week. It does allow for balance. We're there to make a profit, obviously, but you're not going to do that if people are stressed or tired."

As a former 'ex-pat kid' himself, Aylward said he was always attracted to the idea of practising law overseas. "It's not the same as London or Sydney or New York," he observed. "Dubai is an emerging market. You're sometimes dealing with less sophisticated companies and banks; at the same time, you're also dealing with high-flyers who have done these kinds of transactions in twenty different jurisdictions. You've got to be able to hold your own."

Aylward is a veteran of ex-pat corporate law, having also worked in Bangkok on the waning end of the Asian Tiger fallout. The Middle East is quite a different prospect. "You need continuity for your clients. It is part of the Arab culture: 'If you show you're committed to us, then we'll show you a great deal of loyalty." The last thing our clients want is to pick up the phone and speak to a different lawyer every time they ring.

So what does it take to succeed in this flourishing mid-East metropolis? "People who have initiative," said Aylward. "We need people who aren't afraid to pick up the phone and communicate with clients - professional services are the nature of our business, after all. If you can do this in under thirty-eight pages of footnoted advice, then we would be interested in hearing from you."

To near and new graduates, UTS:LAW graduate Aylward has this advice: "Do your time in a firm. Make the most of your rotation when you get there, to find out exactly what you want to do - especially in a big firm. If you are in a smaller firm, or the smaller office of a big firm, you can have the opportunity to try a number of different things. We want people who are happy with what they're doing. Within the practise areas that we offer, we're more than happy to move people as suits their interests."

Help! What can I do with my law degree...

Published from the original

Story:
Wenee Yap
September 27, 2007


You know the feeling. It's past one in the morning, you're wrestling to write the last thousand words of a law essay due the next day. As you reach for your fifth cup of straight shot espresso, three questions strike you: Why am I doing this? What will it lead to? Will it be worth it?

Now in its third successful year, the UTS:LAW Careers in Law lectures are held to answer just these questions. Featuring two categories, alternate law careers vs. traditional law careers, the lectures covered legal pursuits ranging from barrister, journalist, academic, diplomat, corporate lawyer, mediator, publisher, parliamentary researcher and community lawyer.

Jason Chai - Graduate Trainee, Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade (DFAT)

"I started out in law school thinking that I wanted to work in a big law firm," said the assured and fiercely intelligent Jason Chai. After completing a summer clerkship, and a stint as an Australian Youth Ambassador in Beijing, Chai applied to DFAT's graduate programme, which offers trainees diplomat postings in one of Australia's 95 overseas missions. The expectations were immense. "Within a month of joining the department, I was overseas in a negotiating forum," said Chai.

Career Tip: "When you have a law degree, you start to become cynical; you start to question the underlying assumptions. Intellectually curious, analytical people willing to get under whatever the key message is, able to communicate concisely and work within small team environments - that's what DFAT wants."

Nicole Simon - Lawyer, Finance Group, Minter Ellison

Nicole Simon, former Minter Ellison summer clerk cum graduate solicitor of the top tier law firm, took a more direct route to her current career. "No day at Minters is ever the same," Simon said. Her work delves in intellectual property, banking and finance "on quite a grand scale"; her clients included global 100 companies and major banks. "Working in a big firm gives you a lot of opportunities: whether you shoot for partner, branch off as in-house counsel or gain appointment as a company secretary or director, the world is your oyster."

Career Tip: "Being able to manage, adjust and prioritise your work is obviously an important skill."

Wendy Grey - Consultant, Tax and Legal Services, PricewaterhouseCoopers

Wendy Grey decided against the big law firms, preferring the internationalist aspect of multi-national professional service firms. "Even if you start in one area, you can move around internationally. This is one of the best advantages of the professional services field." Promotion is swift for the gifted. "I expect to move to senior consultant next year. I don't know any law firms where that could happen."

Career Tip: "Remember the 70:30 rule: if you can see yourself enjoying your work 70% of the time, that career might be for you.

Emma Palmer - Graduate, Private Bank, Macquarie Bank

A typical day for Emma Palmer, Private Banker for Australia's eminent Macquarie Bank, might begin with an analysts meeting at 7.45am, reviewing a co-investment deal by mid-morning and meeting with a hedge-fund manager in the afternoon. "Its pretty varied, and that's whats really fantastic about it. I work really closely with the head of the private bank, with really senior people throughout the organisation."

Career Tip: "During the interview process, I found the questions I was asked were really broad ranging. Marks are really only one part of the puzzle."

Chris Merritt - Legal Affairs Editor, The Australian

UTS Alumni Chris Merritt, journalist since his high school days, has now achieved the grail for many Journalism/Law students: Legal Affairs Editor for The Australian.

"It's a very fulfilling job. If theres a story that's happening, it's my job to be on top of it. It's like riding a rollercoaster: the events dictate what you do. You've got to be prepared to work very quickly. What you write appears in print, and if you make a mistake, the world will let you know about it. You have your finger on the pulse. It gives you an opportunity to influence legal policy, legal developments to an extent that most lawyers will never experience. You know. You have the luxury of knowing things most people would never know."

Career Tip: "Write. Write as much as you possibly can. Get it published wherever you can. It's an extremely competitive game. The technical craft of writing will determine success or failure. The legal overlay simply gives you the ability to determine what the important issues are."

Lesley Townsley - Academic, University of Technology, Sydney

Lesley Townsley moved between professions as varied as drug/alcohol abuse counsellor, chef and library technician before settling in her current career as a legal academic. Her work is two-fold: teaching and research. "This is the best job I've ever had. My potential isn't inhibited: I've been doing this for four years, and I'm fully encouraged and supported to reach my potential."

Career Tip: Community service, teaching experience and published academic work are essential. "I was really lucky as a student: I was invited to work with 5 academics on 7 research projects as well as some general research. My advice: if you write a really good essay as a student, try and get it published."

Margot Morris - Lawyer, UTS Community Law Centre

Former Freehills high-flyer Margot Morris found her way into the funding challenged but emotionally rewarding world of community law centres via an unlikely route: a five month pro-bono secondment at the Kingsford Community Law Centre. "Community lawyers are really focused on promoting human rights, using the law to help the most disadvantaged members of our community," said Morris. Her clients, often from non-English speaking backgrounds or with mental health issues, cannot qualify tests for Legal Aid, nor afford a private lawyer.

Career Tip: Volunteer in one of NSW's 35 Community Legal Centres.

Justin Raine - Barrister at Law, Henry Parkes Chambers; Alexander Street SC Barrister at Law, Seven Wentworth

Servants of all, yet of none, so goes the barrister's motto. "Barristers are sole practitioners", said Justin Raine, junior barrister. "It's a blessing, it's a curse sometimes. You answer to no one but yourself and your reputation." As of August, former UTS student Alexander Street SC will have been a barrister for 25 years. "It's an extraordinarily satisfying career: rewarding but very demanding. You are, in essence, in control of your own destiny."

Career Tip: "In Sydney, there are 2000 barristers, enough work for 1000 and it's done by 500," said Raine. "There's no set pathway to the bar, but be prepared not to make money for the first year."

John Hartigan - Director, UTS Legal Services

"I've been a litigator, family lawyer, property and commercial lawyer and in-house counsel. If you're after glamour, the big money, the flash car, you probably should head for the major firms. There is a price to be paid, of course," said Hartigan. "You don't see the kids. I once worked for 16 weekends in a row. There's no work/life balance."

"In-house counsel is an area that's building up. UTS employs four solicitors. Financially, your salary sits between small firms and big firms - though top end senior counsel at BHP does get paid very well."

Career Tip: "Choose well and choose wisely. Research shows you won't stay in the same job. What you will take with you from each job is an incredible experience that will serve you well. Even at a junior level, there are many jobs advertised in Seek, or the Friday Law section of the Financial Review."

Jean-Marcel Malliate MDR - Principal Mediator, InterMEDIATE Dispute Management

"I work as a mediator and also a family dispute resolution practitioner," said Malliate. "Mediators tend to come from the law, social work and psychology. It's often what lawyers do 'as well', though some in-house dispute resolution officers earn $60,000-$70,000.

"Mediation is about helping people get their needs met but firstly asking them and listening to what those needs are. It's about peaceful resolution."

Career Tip: "For fresh graduates, look into sessional opportunities with organisations like Relationships Australia, Centercare, LEADR and Unifam."

Gareth Griffith - Senior Research Officer, NSW Parliament Research Service

As a senior research service officer, UTS:LAW graduate Gareth Griffith delves into two roles: individual research requests by NSW MPs and publishing research papers on topical issues such as his recent co-authored work, 'Protecting Children from Online Sexual Predators.' "Most Parliaments have some research service. Our NSW team consists of 6 research officers, four of whom are from legal backgrounds."

Career Tip: "For lawyers, there's a lot of work within parliamentary committees, the main career path for research officers."

Susan Quinn - Product Manager, Thomson Legal & Regulatory Ltd

As a Product Manager for renowned legal publisher Thomson, Susan Quinn spends most of her time editing or liaising with authors. "I started off in 2001 as an electronic editor, while I still studying Journalism/Law here at UTS," said Quinn. "If you're more interested in academic works and writing, this could be the area for you. Youre given a lot of freedom to put forward your own ideas."

Career Tip: "Entry level editor roles exist in law journals and law reports, leading to positions as senior editor or in commercial product management."