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Renate Nguyen’s Artist Blog

If you read my Vocal Space blog and have had a look around this site, you’ll probably know that I am a Singer & Songwriter as well as a passionate blogger. This Vocal Space blog focuses on Indigenous Music and Arts of course, but I also write about music more broadly on my Artist Blog.

In my artist blog I share my latest recordings, videos and updates. I also write Music Reviews. My latest music review is of a WOMADelaide compilation CD that includes some indigenous music. You can read the review here.

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Thought of the week…

6 Apr

When common sense keeps you from being the person you were created to be (& living the life you were destined for), that may be common, but it makes no sense.

Renate

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Poets Wall @ Stanmore

16 Aug

Strolling through a part of Sydney that I normally drive through, I spotted this phrase scribbled in red on an industrial wall at the bottom of Denison street in Stanmore – a bit of urban wisdom from the Graffiti Poet on the local ‘wall-zine’

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A Surry Hills Winter

12 Jun

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Regret 遗憾

16 Sep

How the dictionary defines ‘regret’ I do not know, but I have heard it said that in looking back one can destroy one’s previous work. Looking back ruins that which you have laboured to achieve.

Regret is a very fundamental betrayal. Like disagreeing with oneself, regret is emotional violence against the person you once were. It is the throwing of empty punches in the air, a futile attack on the memory of someone you no longer are.

There is the notion of guilt of course – but guilt can be atoned for, can be forgiven – regret is far more hopeless. Like an unalterable pain, it carries a sense of the unredeemable. I don’t know what the cure is for such regret.

Some convince themselves that nothing matters, that regret is for those who still yearn. I have seen that. I have witnessed their gradual and willing surrender to emptiness, as though they hope to silence the voice of regret and die with it.

Beyond a certain redemption, I do not know what to do with such regret. I do know however the intent to seek and cling to Life and the invitation to let regret be an educator.