In the parlance of the silver screen, Lawson so often gives a detailed 'treatment' of the film he envisages through his imaginary camera-eye. There is no dialogue, and he pays much attention to the actions and gestures of, for example, the ill-starred drover and his companions detailed in his short story The Australian Cinematograph

There’s music in the sighing of a reed; There’s music […]

In the Presbyterian section of Gore Hill Cemetery on Sydney’s […]

In 1895, Christina Macpherson, playing a tune on a borrowed autoharp at Dagworth station in outback Queensland, inspired a song which is an echo of a far-off ancient tale—the song of a swagman, an Orpheus of the Antipodes

Henry Green gathered our great and notable writers into the leaves of one literary work, just as he planted the first seeds of a lovely garden as Sydney expanded around it. He welcomed people into his home to share its beauty, people who wrote books of fiction and non-fiction reflecting Australian life

Yves Montand's wistful air, a lifelong Communist's novel of life and death on Britain's speedway circuit, a staple in a black American folksinger's repetoire-- there is far more to Banjo Paterson's song, and what it has inspired, than the mere tale of a light-fingered itinerant coming to a watery end

Ethel Turner wrote Seven Little Australians in a house just […]

 (Post-prandial remarks by P.D. Le Maire, Esq., at the inaugural […]