A man walks into a gallery and punches a Monet. And you laugh. I mean, I did. Quite frankly it sounds like a joke.
Marty Hiatt is a Melbournite. Before realising he was a poet he erroneously wrote a novel. It ends badly. He also translates and occasionally writes criticism. He is the author of the chapbooks Rook’s Lair on a Lever (2012), portfolio of nothing file of cream (2013), and festivalize this (2014), which he put out himself with Bulky News Press.
General Practice. It used to be a dirty word among residents at the hospital. Everybody wanted to be a cardiologist or a neurosurgeon. It was more exciting to burr a hole into a patient’s skull or unplug their artery with a tiny balloon than to sit behind a desk and listen to their problems.
Inequality kills. The growing imbalance in the distribution of our wealth has a death toll.
A recent US Senate Committee report provided the specific details for something which many people already knew: namely, that the CIA applied a wide range of torture techniques against its detainees, including waterboarding and rectal ‘feeding’.