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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)



Archive for 'Poems'

There is no one to walk with

There is no one to walk with Today No one to talk to Today No one to pat, or feed To lead, or be led, away Past the dam Damn my head I miss you my friend And your pushy walk me ways I miss you my friend And the feeding frenzy you made Your […]


Johnny Peasant, Peter Swain and The Awesome at the National Folk Festival in Canberra over Easter

We’ve been holding our breaths with excitement but finally we are able to announce that The Awesome have been selected to perform at The National, joined by poet John Passant and didgeridoo/artist/poet Peter Swain. Happy dance 💃!!!    

Songs for the Band Unformed

  You can buy signed copies of Songs for the Band Unformed, my first book of poetry, via the Independent Australia Online Store. As that site says:   John Passant released his first book of poetry, Songs for the Band Unformed (Ginninderra Press 2016).   The poems are a mix of the personal and the […]

A last minute Christmas present?

  Looking for a Christmas present for someone interested in poetry? And a leftie? My book Songs for the Band Unformed may or may not be your answer.   You can buy a signed copy or copies from the Independent Australia online shop. But you will have to be quick if you want a signed […]

Enough! – a poem

Enough!   The island is quiet, tonight The overlord stalks the fence Enforcing the peace that is not Through water, food, Electricity, and denial   Despair remains And determination To fight, to dream, to win We see you from our balconies Of love and fear We are not there But here And nothing changes, yet […]

I did nothing today – a poem

I did nothing today Because I am lazy So the busybodies say Yet Marx proclaims The joys of laziness Drive us to find Better ways to do things Without labour And all the rotten things That flow from that Under capitalism For workers Like unemployment And for the bosses Falling profit rates I did nothing […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]