The saddest thing I ever saw is not the children's graves.
Marble tombstones. Flowers, teddies, whirligigs. Crayon drawings, handwritten notes.
Though that is sad enough.
But the saddest thing I ever saw is the marble tombstone.
Flowers, teddies, whirligigs. Crayon drawings, handwritten notes.
And the father's name scratched off.
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"What we want now in Adelaide are writers and artists who work from the heart of those commonplace suburban streets, who recognise the weirdness of the ordinary, who record it before the version of it we have now is swept away. We want passion and intensity, an art that comes from places like Port Adelaide and Thebarton and Holden Hill; that stays unofficially weird."
Barbara Hanrahan, 'Weird Adelaide', The Adelaide Review, March 1988
Barbara Hanrahan, 'Weird Adelaide', The Adelaide Review, March 1988
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