The Vox Bendigo Fyffe Prize for a manuscript of poetry, story, essay or a combination, is open for online submissions here: http://www.thecapital.com.au/Vox_Bendigo_Fyffe_Prize
Manuscripts can be from 3000 to 15000 words.
Payment of $20 entry fee can be made online; please follow the link.
The prize, judged by Bendigo Writers Festival artistic director Rosemary Sorensen, poet Terry Jaensch and writer-laywer Jennifer Digby, will be announced in June, and the winner will receive $1000, with winning entry published as a chapbook and launched at Bendigo Writers Festival, August 7-9.
More information can be found at www.bendigowritersfestival.com.au or email email@example.com
Indigenous Australian composer and musician, Bart Willoughby, will perform his We Still Live On live tour at Bendigo’s Sacred Heart Cathedral on Saturday.
The first Indigenous artist to perform on the Melbourne Town Hall Grand Organ in 2014 Willoughby received an Australia Council Musical Fellowship to tour his show nationally.
When you open up your computer and take a look at a newsite, you are inundated with a mishmash of mostly bad news, from the trivial to the truly awful.
We know that those who were born in the digital age are not so much bothered by this as those born in the print age.
Not to be bothered, of course, does not necessarily mean not to be affected. The muddle of shouting messages that greets us each morning and on throughout the day has to be having some result on how we think, what kind of people we are.
It is literally quite wonderful, what’s going on at the top of Rosalind Park, on the very same site where the disgruntled miners met in 1853 to protest the unfair licencing fees imposed on them.
It’s the very same site, too, where a very dour “panoptic” prison was built… a weird use of one of the best sites in Bendigo, but then, there have been some odd decisions made by the “fathers” of the city since white settlement.
Sometimes, the streets of a city such as Bendigo can feel a bit sad: you find yourself among people who don’t seem to have much in common with you, there’s no connection as we all pass by without a glance, sort of closed in on ourselves and our lives.
There’s even, too often, a vague feeling of animosity among people in the street. The bigger the city, the more people shoulder to shoulder, the stronger this feeling of alienation can become. Stand aside, I’m coming through – that’s the way city-people move en masse, and it isn’t pretty.
Here’s what we hope all those contemplating entering the Vox Bendigo Fyffe Prize will keep in mind… this is a prize that gives you scope to be a little bit innovative and bold.
We’re looking for a chapbook-length manuscript we can publish in time for Bendigo Writers Festival.