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Dean Kalimniou

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Flesh and bones of a distant homeland

In 1952, a motion to allow women to become members of the Greek Orthodox Community of Melbourne and Victoria was defeated at an Annual General Meeting with members present making …

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Diatribe: The People’s ‘Republic of Reeds’

The village of Perama is mostly known for its remarkable cave, replete with stalactites and stalagmites more twisted and tortuous than the inhabitants themselves. Extending for over a kilometre it …

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Diatribe: Byzantine Somnophilic rape and the victim’s voice

From sixth century Byzantine poet and courtier Pavlos SIlentarios comes this deeply disquieting epigram, whose narrator describes the violent assault and rape of a woman who he finds asleep: «Δειελινῷ …

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Diatribe: Karagiozis at Antipodes

“Georgie, come on. We are going to get a souvlaki.” “But I wanna watch the puppets mum.” “Come on. You’ve seen enough. Souvlaki time now.” “But the puppets, mum.” Ordinarily, …

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Diatribe: Not counted as people

It is the year 2030. After annual resurgences of the pandemic, consecutive interest rate rises and mortgage foreclosures, a sky-rocketing of power and food bills and renewed hostility against regional …

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Diatribe: Tolkien and the Greeks

J R R Tolkien’s fantasy world of Middle Earth, populated by Hobbits, Dragons, Dwalves and Elves has been rightfully considered to have been inspired by Old English, Germanic and Norse …

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Diatribe: Lakeside March

When first learning of the prospect of our National Day March being held at Lakeside Stadium, I was sceptical. After all, a stadium cannot in any way compare to the …

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Diatribe: Trevor in time of mourning

My good friend Trevor (which is short for Aristogeiton) is in mourning. The object of his most ardent affection and veneration is dead. Constantine, the deposed king of Greece has …

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Diatribe: On lionesses and cheesegraters

“Χρόνια πολλά, and Happy New Year,” my Russian friend, a student of theology, greeted me ebulliently. “I have a question. How would you translate edible underwear into Greek?” I belong …

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Diatribe: My Christos Tsirkas

Twenty years ago, when I used to work in the city, I would walk to Medallion Café at lunchtime, sit myself at a footpath table, open up a book and …

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