Dean Kalimniou
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Diatribe: In a town of Osroene
My passionate Armenian friends are wincing. I am relating to them the story of a half Iranian, half Armenian friend who, being of mixed ethnic and religious heritage, was ostracised …
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Greeks for Mahsa join protest against Iranian oppression at Federation Square
“Woman is a ray of God” Jelaleddin al Rumi “Sex is great but have you ever been f….d by the Islamic Republic of Iran?” Placard at Federation Square. Twenty two …
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Diatribe: Smyrna – The last Word
Whenever I miss my grandparents, I re-read Dido Sotiriou’s classic novel «Ματωμένα Χώματα» (Bloodied Earth), not only because she provides a harrowing and all too human account of an Asia …
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Diatribe: Smyrna – Death of a metaphor
“A world ends when its metaphor has died. An age becomes an age, all else beside, When sensuous poets in their pride invent Emblems for the soul’s consent That speak …
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The hidden history of the Parthenon
It is a natural Austro-Hellenic knee-jerk reaction to cry appropriation, with regard to the National Gallery of Victoria’s latest projected installation of its Architecture Commission series, in this case, a …
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When migrant swallows return
Kyra Koula and her daughter Anastasia have recently returned to our antipodean climes after their long-hoped for summer sojourn in the motherland. Separated from her own mother in the village …
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Diatribe: Ionikon
In 1911, 11 years prior to the Asia Minor Catastrophe, Alexandrine poet Constantine Cavafy penned the hauntingly beautiful poem «Ιωνικόν» or Ionian. At that time, it would have impossible to …
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Diatribe: When Homer serenaded Stalin
If you want to really roast someone these days, social media offers ample opportunity to do so in a multitude of ways. If you want to do so without the …
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Diatribe – Winter ruminations
Ignatios, who goes among the populace under the soubriquet of Nate, is a proud Peloponnesian. His ancestors hail, he tells me, from one of the many villages in which, the …
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Diatribe: In the mirror’s image
It is that time of year when an icy wind blasts itself through Oakleigh, hurtling tumbleweeds down a desolate Eaton Mall. On the other side of Melbourne, a few lonely …