Jepke Goudsmit

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An eager audience was treated to the award-winning documentary Palestine Under Siege by filmmakers Jill Hickson and John Reynolds in Gadigal/Sydney, reports Jepke Goudsmit.

Child with Palestinian flag

Poetry by Jepke Goudsmit.

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Poetry by Jepke Goudsmit.

Still from 'My Imaginary Country' by Patricio Guzman

Artist and playwright Jepke Goudsmit presents her impressions of Patricio Guzman's new documentary on Chile's second revolution.

Image: Ilya Pakhomov from Pexels

A new poem, written on International Women’s Day. In the middle of the climate crisis. At the brink of another possible world war. By Jepke Goudsmit.

Kinetic Energy Theatre Company co-directors Jepke Goudsmit & Graham Jones have been readying the Sydney-based company’s body of work for publication.

A poem for the times, by playwright and performer Jepke Goudsmit.

Our good Earth is red and black and brown

And fresh grass will always be green

White chalk washes off in the rain

And the sun shines down on us all

While there is air for us to breathe

I sing back to life an indivisible soul

And find in our good Earth’s fertile ground

The seed of our common goal

Walking together in dark times

To the brink of an unknowable fate

Sharing our path, our purpose, our pain

On the edge of madness still lies the dawn

For the grass will forever be green

Kunturu Kulini — Heart Listening
ARTSITE, Sydney
Until November 25

A week of action was launched on November 4 in support of the historic Uluru Statement from the Heart, released last year by delegates to an Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Referendum Convention held near Uluru in Central Australia.

A brand new Belvoir production of An Enemy of the People reunites the team behind critically-acclaimed hits Medea and Jasper Jones, director Anne-Louise Sarks and the superb Kate Mulvany, in a timely new version of Norwegian playwright Henrik Ibsen’s prophetic masterpiece from the late 19th century.

The season of zonked flies
Trapped behind windowpanes
They fall into coffee cups
Loll in left over gravy on dinner plates
A last indulgence on dessert platters
Rolling over, legs up
Not dead yet but on the way
Gone brutally bonkers
No wriggling out of here