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July 25th, 2009
This week we’re kicking off a new series ‘ Where it’s at’. This is where the finest work we sing about on duckrabbit will go. The stuff that kicks our ass.
Where better to start then with Joseph Rodriguez?
Regular readers will know that duckrabbit couldn’t give a toss about the tedious cult of the photographer [...]
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July 24th, 2009
Wind and Tree
In the way that the most of the wind
Happens where there are trees,
Most of the world is centred
About ourselves.
Often where the wind has gathered
The trees together and together,
One tree will take
Another in her arms and hold.
Their branches that are grinding
Madly together and together,
It is no real fire.
They are breaking each other.
Often I think [...]
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July 17th, 2009
Sometimes the real art is in letting go …
“It was like being a proper journalist again …. turning up in a town you’ve never been to and not being allowed to leave until you’ve got a story.“
Last Weekend duckrabbit ran its first multimedia training course at the Trinity Arts Centre, in Bristol, England.
We threw our [...]
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June 12th, 2009
John Bennett’s photographic poem to London life.
Today this photo by Claire Hutton caught my eye. You could see it but instead Claire has written to say:
‘Duckrabbit you are very, very naughty, bad people for taking one of my photos that I’ve published on-line for everybody here to see and then putting it on your blog, [...]
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June 11th, 2009
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was [...]
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