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My interview Razor Sharp 18 February
Me interviewed by Sharon Firebrace on Razor Sharp on Tuesday 18 February. (0)

My interview Razor Sharp 11 February 2014
Me interviewed by Sharon Firebrace on Razor Sharp this morning. The Royal Commission, car industry and age of entitlement get a lot of the coverage. (0)

Razor Sharp 4 February 2014
Me on 4 February 2014 on Razor Sharp with Sharon Firebrace. (0)

Time for a House Un-Australian Activities Committee?
Tony Abbott thinks the Australian Broadcasting Corporation is Un-Australian. I am looking forward to his government setting up the House Un-Australian Activities Committee. (1)

Make Gina Rinehart work for her dole

Sick kids and paying upfront


Save Medicare

Demonstrate in defence of Medicare at Sydney Town Hall 1 pm Saturday 4 January (0)

Me on Razor Sharp this morning
Me interviewed by Sharon Firebrace this morning for Razor Sharp. It happens every Tuesday. (0)



It’s a Harvey Weinstein world

(Screen shot via YouTube)


Old white men dominate our news, our economy, our politics and our lives. Harvey Weinstein is but the latest example of rich white male ruling-class overlordship. Me in Independent Australia today.

Weinstein exercised his power in society to prey on women. He could only do so – and go unchallenged for decades – because of his position as the boss.

Weinstein, of course, is not alone in this. Powerful male bosses exercise their economic power over women, sexually, every day. It is a Harvey Weinstein world.

To read the whole article in Independent Australia click here.


Farewell young man – a poem

Farewell young man – a poem prompted by the death of a young Aboriginal man in Kalgoorlie in August 2016.

In the blacklight dark
That is my country
White men suit
Themselves to rule
Shining in their world
Of fading fools
While young boys lie
Hooded in our prisons
And boys on bikes die
From driving knife hands
No one asks why
They ‘understand’

To question
Is sedition
To protest, riot
How dare you!
Keep quiet!
And the blue boys and girls
Take turns with twirls
Of pepper spray
To restore the order
Of the invaders

They waded ashore
Took it all
Took more
And left the dead,
In our head
And left the dead,
Today, on the road
Mowed down
For being brown

This cannot change
It will not change
Until the white hearts
Are beaten
From their suits
Join us
In the streets of work
We will fight this hell
Until we well
The future for ourselves
Until we do, farewell
Farewell, all and everything

Farewell young man
Whose stolen land
The white man commands
The only way is this demand
It is our land

John Passant

The Chanters – a poem

The chanters

I have retreated
Not to the mountains
But to the conurbation
That mass of humanity
Spreading itself across the land

And the sea
We cannot forget the sea
For it does not forget us
Or those
Who wave the tide away

Which is what we all do
Do we not?
When reality imposes itself
On a life grown weak by strength
And brave faces

We are all stoics now
But that is not material
For in the world of slaves
There is no joy

I will roll the mountain
Up again, and again
It never ends, this rolling
Up, then down
Up and down

That is our life,
Is it?
No words, no visit
Just a parachute
To plummet down

Guided by the clown
A laugh will end the fear
No one volunteers
A smile
The jokes are dead

And so we retire
To bed, forever bed
Where the flames crash
Red, upon the soil
That is destiny

Yours, mine, all
The tortured mind
In a tortured soul
Made whole, by incantations
The chants never end

Only the chanters do

John Passant 10 October 2017

What NXT? The froth and bubble that is Nick Xenophon


Nick Xenophon is a self-interested show pony, who may win votes in South Australia but will never fix anything, says John Passant in Independent Australia.

Sport is politics

(Cartoon by Mark David / @mdavidcartoons)

Sport is a reflection of society and attempting to suppress a song about love is a very political move, I write in Independent Australia.

Amazon sales of my poetry book

For overseas and Australian friends who are interested you can buy my 2016 book of poetry Songs for the Band Unformed through Amazon

Can Australia’s social democratic left defeat neoliberalism?

Marriage equality rally, Sydney, 10 September 2017 (image via @sallymcmanus).

There is an urgent need for an organised political Left to challenge current neoliberal economic and social policy, says John Passant in Independent Australia.

I have marked the box of love – a poem

I have marked the box of love
And survived the survey
I am not gay, that is why

Survival is easy for me
A white man,
Free, at least, of oppression
A retired exploitée
Living on the scraps of super

But for those who have fought
So long and well
And those to come
Can we end this hell?

Embrace love, I did
That is the way
The truth, the light
Keep up the fight

For freedom rings its bell
It tolls the old ways
And better days ahead

John Passant 19 September 2017

Marriage equality will end Christmas, freedom and life as we know it

Conservatives are rallying against marriage equality in a desperate attempt to defend a backward system of discrimination that is crumbling around them, says John Passant in Independent Australia​.

The streets of old men – a poem

The streets of old men
We are all surfers on the waves of night
Where the bridge of humanity meets the edge of light
And where the old man stumbles along
Singing songs in the flattened tones of yesterday
Can we house him in a place of quiet?
Can he house himself in the riot that is life?
Can you?
There are too many questions without answers
Too many dances without dancers
And too many searchers searching,
Lost in a world of written words
Where the word remains unheard, always silent
While the stumbling continues
And we cross to the road’s other side
He is not our load, but others
Their steps do not come this way
They look and feign indifference
The market is nearby
That is why we pass the unnoticed
And then the stumble becomes a fall
The deaf hear the call
The anguish lives
Not in the home of the old man
There is none
But in our own
So much easier that the song end
Than that our oh so perfect diet
Unfriend a few on the net’s dear pew
The confessional of the correct
The pleader of upper class pleas
The old man is on his knees
And we walk by
There is a better world
Held together by lettuce leaves
Wet from anticipation
Strong in our nation of strong men
Until they age
And women, beyond the rage of men
They ken, they fucken ken
To no avail
All is failed, all is gone
The old man dies on the street, alone.
John Passant 17 September 2017