After a long, drawn out 15 months that morphed from terror (aka Black Summer’s Mother of All Conflagrations) into a pervasive and enervating state of uncertainty (aka Covid-19), we are finally…cautiously…re-emerging.
What a peculiar ‘new normal’ now faces us all, with tectonic shifts on the geopolitical stage, socio-economic injustice and vulnerability more starkly exposed than ever before and the integrity and decency of the political class (once again) in absolute tatters. The perfect storm of climate change and pandemic has toppled the precarious house of cards that was the latest version of the Patriarchy’s New World Order. Has capitalism finally corrupted The System beyond repair and sent us all to the dogs? Very possibly. All of the above notwithstanding, we’re just going to bury ourselves in the studio and attempt to ride it out.
So, back to business…
We’re kicking the year off with our perennial obsession, Ned.
“Deep in the nether regions of The Melbourne Club, hidden behind fortified baize doors in the inner sanctum of the cohort’s secret Trophy Room, hangs the club’s most hallowed prize; the death mask of Edward (Ned) Kelly. Indeed, it’s a barely acknowledged fact that the very campaign to outlaw and hunt the notorious bushranger was conceived within, and directed from, this most august establishment; key players in the affair – Sir Redmond Barry, Frederick Charles Standish, et al – being not only eminent members of the club but also high ranking brethren of the Masonry.”
This week has marked the anniversary of the Kelly Gang’s infamous shootout with the traps at Stringybark Creek (in the Wombat Ranges) – setting them on a fatalistic course culminating in Glenrowen, Ned’s capture and his consequent execution.
Gang member Y (who wishes to remain nameless!) took herself off to the Old Melbourne Gaol this morning to pay homage to Neddie, arriving shortly after a group of Ned’s descendants had visited with floral tributes on this, the 136th anniversary of his hanging…
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Hmmm, we may well adopt that hand signal as an alternative to flippin’ the bird/giving the finger.
[This – the opportunity to pay respects to our beloved Ned – may well be the one upside to being stuck in Melbs waiting for a bleedin’ plane to Bali. n(Ed)]