July 05, 2004
it's still raining outside
There are many different images of Australian culture. It promised to light up a world. It's dreams now lie shattered.
The images recreate and reinvent a world that has such few roots.
John Brack, The Bar, 1955
Many do not express the existential depths of Robert Johnson's blues--that sense of a brutal world full of terrors that are hard to endure.
Albert Tucker, City Image 2, 1973
When a woman gets in trouble everybody throws her down
Looking for her good friend none can be found
You better come on in my kitchen
Babe, it's gon' to be rainin' outdoors
Winter time's comin' hit's gon' be slow
You can't make the winter, babe that's dry long so
You better come on in my kitchen
'Cause, it's gon' to be rainin' outdoors.
C'mon in My Kitchen, Robert Johnson
We can no longer see the light on the hill. It's too dark and the rain is too heavy. We run from a terror that we cannot name, and which is always in front of us.
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