Sunday, January 4, 2015


A friend recently asked what is the book I always go back to… a good question, I thought. I answered, de Botton's "The Consolations of Philosophy". In addition to the human wisdom it surveys, it is so wonderfully wry and droll. "1788: Arthur Schopenhauer is born in Danzig. In later years, he looks back on the event with regret: 'We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness.' 'Human existence must be a kind of error,' he specifies, 'it may be said of it, 'It is bad today and every day it will get worse, until the worst of all happens.'"... "1853: His fame spreads across Europe… He receives fan mail. A woman from Silesia sends him a long, suggestive poem. A man from Bohemia writes to tell him he places a wreath on his portrait every day… Philosophically-minded Frankfurters buy poodles [his dog of choice] in homage."

Thursday, January 1, 2015


The ideal holiday read. A heady brew - 500 years of social and political history swirling around at the bottom of a cocktail glass. 

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Thursday, October 23, 2014


Is it so that the intestines of cats
Strung the staunch wooden racquets
Of the ladies in starched dresses
So pleated and hard white?

Are the universes all kept like beetles
In a matchbox in the bottom drawer
Of a desk at which no-one sits,
Nor may ever have sat?

Writing a lengthy To Do list
Whilst idly stroking a cat
That grew the generic for any beast
That gave its guts for our glory,

One item is to consult the entrails
For the origins of all the species
That jostle and snore, frolic and claw
In the matchbox of your bottom drawer.

- Larry Buttrose

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Tuesday, September 16, 2014


'And we are, aren’t we, us fiftysomethings? We’re the pierced and tattooed, shorts-wearing, skunk-smoking, OxyContin-popping, neurotic dickheads who’ve presided over the commoditisation of the counterculture; we’re the ones who took the avant-garde and turned it into a successful rearguard action by the flying columns of capitalism’s blitzkrieg; we’re the twats who sat there saying that there was no distinction between high and popular culture, and that adverts should be considered as an art form; we’re the idiots who scrumped the golden apples from the Tree of Jobs until our bellies swelled and we jetted slurry from our dickhead arseholes – slurry we claimed was “cultural criticism”.' - Will Self

Now, who got out on the wrong side of the bed? But all this is true of course. Pomo theory stunted the brains of a generation who had been denied a formal secondary education before that, impeded their curiosity and lambasted individual critical thinking. Thus we have students regurgitating theory they don't understand in words they can't spell and sentences they cannot phrase. Fortunately we can blame the French - the words arrogant poseur are their own after all.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014


Coming up on Sat 11 October 2014, Katoomba Theatre Company presents a special preview of Heather Lee's one woman show DIVA DIVINE that is having its world premiere at this year's Parramasala International Arts Festival in Sydney. 

Written and Directed by Larry Buttrose, with Musical Direction by Kim Cunio, it is the story of an English opera singer touring India in 1899 who falls in love with an Indian man. 

Gifted with "Australia's purest voice" (The Age) Heather Lee sings some of the most beautiful music ever composed in Europe and India. 

When: 8pm Sat 11 October. 

Where: The Baroque Room at The Carrington in Katoomba. Duration: 60 mins.