Tag S Sorrensen
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S Sorrensen’s Here & Now: Meat and melancholy
My place. Sunday, 5.15pm The nutritious detritus from the last barby, a few days ago, is creating a tantalising smell as the barby heats up. The scent drifts past my nose and out into the valley. I breathe it in.... Read More →
October 4, 2018 | Eve Jeffery | 4 -
S Sorrensen’s Here & Now: Tipping point
It's in my nature to say hello to people. I say 'g'day' to passers-by in the street who catch my eye; to cashiers at the servo who ask me if I'd like a drink with that.
July 6, 2017 | S Sorrensen | 0 -
S Sorrensen’s Here & Now: Heed the call
I know a secret cave. Only a couple of other people know it. We’re friends. Friends of the Cave. A long time ago we swore an oath of secrecy, ritually cutting our palms with the Sacred Cave Knife, mixing our blood, like stoned Sioux, to seal the vow.
June 29, 2017 | S Sorrensen | 1 -
S Sorrensen’s Here & Now: Diamond days
‘Find the diamonds in the shit,’ the driver says to me. We jump the speed bump as we exit the university. The Subaru doesn’t really ‘jump’ the bump – it doesn’t get air – but the car does rise up on its toes before slumping back heavily onto its hydraulic heels, like a sumo wrestler.
June 1, 2017 | S Sorrensen | 1 -
Here & Now 209 The screech of life
Lorikeets may not be able to post selfies to Lorichat, change the climate, bomb babies or elect a toilet brush to presidency but they are able to live with others. That's a neat trick.
May 19, 2017 | Echonetdaily | 0 -
S Sorrensen’s Here & Now 209: Lismore. Saturday, 4.50pm.
Two lorikeets fly out of the sun, which hovers over the neighbour’s roof, and land in a grevillea near where I’m sitting. Their abrupt arrival startles me (I was thinking about that giant crack in the antarctic ice shelf) and... Read More →
May 18, 2017 | S Sorrensen | 1 -
S Sorrensen’s Here & Now: Pot, police and politics
‘What are you doing this weekend?’ ‘I’m going to MardiGrass.’ ‘Oh...’ MardiGrass – the very word elicits fear and loathing. If it comes up in conversation over latte at a Lismore cafe, people blink, look at their watch and leave.
May 4, 2017 | S Sorrensen | 5 -
S Sorrensen’s Here & Now: Is it happening again?
It’s dawn. It’s Anzac Day. That seems appropriate. The sun is still struggling behind the eastern hill, but the wallabies are already sitting on their tails, tummies facing the hill in anticipation of the warming rays. I’m sad, despite the happy wildlife.
April 27, 2017 | S Sorrensen | 5 -
Here & Now 205: Not another sandwich
What is this feeling? Why am I wheeling myself over to the kitchen to make another banana sandwich when I’ve already eaten eight, and I’m definitely not hungry? Why do I have the radio on, filling my brain with waffle? What is wrong with me?
April 20, 2017 | S Sorrensen | 4 -
The net of guilt
Charles MacFarland, Ewingsdale S Sorrensen wrote a rather clever article attacking ‘corporate collusion’ for advancing the Adani coal mine and thus worsening global warming. I agree with everything he says, but I think we can spread the net of guilt a... Read More →
April 11, 2017 | The Echo | 0 -
S Sorrensen’s Here & Now: Waiting for the sun
Outside, the rain comes down in symphonic crescendi on the tin roof of my shack in the clouds. Inside, it's Granddaughter's turn. We're playing musical round robin. She, her father, her grandmother and me are taking turns playing a favourite song, in whatever medium you want.
April 6, 2017 | S Sorrensen | 0 -
S Sorrensen’s Here & Now: When the time comes
So, when the time comes, I want to be prepared. I hope you are too.When the time comes, it will come rolling in like a dark wave over these green hills. The bird calls will be replaced by the roar of engines, the wail of sirens, and the blat-blat of gunfire.
March 30, 2017 | S Sorrensen | 4 -
S Sorrensen’s Here & Now: Paw paw poetry
My garden. Thursday, sunset. I gazed out upon a tree, It grows where I spat the seed, As I ate the fruit, and peed.
February 24, 2017 | S Sorrensen | 2 -
Here & Now 187: Merry shopping
Lismore. Tuesday, 4.35pm: I've made a Christmas resolution. Yes, I know, you're supposed to make a resolution on New Year's Eve, but I gave that up years ago. It was always the same.
December 15, 2016 | S Sorrensen | 0 -
Here & Now #185 Just a stage
The gig is going well. When stand-up is going well it feels great. And I'm not just talking about for the audience; I'm talking about for me.
December 1, 2016 | S Sorrensen | 1 -
Here & Now 177 Standing together
The little girl, ceremonial paint on her face, feathers around her arms, looks up at the people beside her to see what they're doing – and flaps her arms like a bird flying. She is flying energetically when, on a cue from the didgeridoo, the other dancers stop flapping, form a circle and, arms outstretched, glide on the wind.
October 6, 2016 | S Sorrensen | 5 -
S Sorrensen’s Here & Now: Something fishy
Look, these are strange times. There are ominous signs. The goldfish died this week. Actually, I don't even know if they died. They just disappeared. Four of them. One day after I put them in the garden pond, there was no trace of them. It was like Twilight Zone.
August 18, 2016 | S Sorrensen | 2 -
Here & Now #168: Muscle & lipstick
When I was a kid, tough men were wiry blokes with bodies shaped by hard physical work. Under blue singlets were stomachs as hard as a droughted paddock, flat as a factory floor. They weren't big men, but they were tough, with weathered skin and dirty nails.
August 4, 2016 | S Sorrensen | 3 -
Here & Now #164 All hail the hall
I like the old country halls. These boxy stupas from times past honour community, when community was what you called a group of people living and working together, not a retirement village or a social media movement.
July 7, 2016 | S Sorrensen | 3 -
Here & Now #163 Keep it cool
I have done many things in my life that have given me exquisite pleasure. Some I can even mention.
June 30, 2016 | S Sorrensen | 2 -
Here & Now 162: The frog and me
There's a frog in my shower. It's not a big green frog; it's a small speckled grey-with-green-flecks-on-its-flanks frog. Google calls it a Peron's Tree Frog, but I'm not sure. I call it S's Shower Frog.
June 23, 2016 | S Sorrensen | 2 -
Here & Now #161: Relationship talk
ACT 1 Scene 1: A modern kitchen. Outside the window are dead redgums and an open cut coal mine. Government (Gov) is sitting at a table eating breakfast (three eggs and bacon). He wears a suit. People (Peeps) is standing by the stove. She wears an apron.
June 15, 2016 | S Sorrensen | 3 -
Here & Now #160: The River vs Lismore
The Wilsons River is brown, solid and muscular, shouldering its way through parts of Lismore it's not supposed to go in. And the peak of the flood was yesterday, while I was nestled in my shack in the clouds, flooded in by a tributary, listening to the drumming rain and Harry Belafonte.
June 9, 2016 | S Sorrensen | 3 -
Here & Now #158: Meditation and medication
I'm not into structured meditation. I tried it, long ago, but it didn't work out. Sitting crosslegged with a straight back – hands resting on my knees, thumb and forefinger pressed together, eyes partially closed – was one of the most boring things I have ever done.
May 26, 2016 | S Sorrensen | 2 -
Here & Now #157 Dawn on me
There are some clouds, so I won't see the sun pop like an inflamed bubble out of the ocean. But, in compensation, I'm getting this textured igneous smudge across the horizon as dawn breaks like an egg.
May 19, 2016 | S Sorrensen | 0
