Sometimes, however, when they had all had enough, the lepers raised a red manou like a flag in the middle of the yard, a way of showing their pathetic rebellion.
(Claudine Jacques, ‘Life sentence’, tr. Patricia Worth, Southerly 76.3)
That he was able to express himself in a language not his own was deeply impressive to me, though I never admitted that to him; I just covered his pages in small red marks.
(Adele Dumont, ‛This is not a conversation about asylum seekers’, Southerly 76.3)
The carnage in the retail apparel industry just gets uglier. On Friday Oroton was the latest to deliver a result in this year’s fashion colour―red.
(Elizabeth Knight, ‛Apparel retailer Oroton follows this year’s fashion colour into the red’, Sydney Morning Herald 30 Sep. 2017)
Scene: a tall, erect man, aged 60, is walking up a long gravel driveway. He is impeccably, incongruously dressed for the country surroundings: dark blue suit and tie, rose-pink shirt, dress shoes. It is the Go-Betweens’ Robert Forster.
(Andrew Stafford, ‛The Go-Betweens: Right Here doco shows old wounds remain close to the surface’, Sydney Morning Herald 20 Sep. 2017)
The sailor lugged out from a case he had a pair of greenish goggles which he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears.
— Are you bad in the eyes? the sympathetic personage like the town clerk queried.
— Why, answered the seafarer with the tartan beard, who seemingly was a bit of a literary cove in his own small way, staring out of seagreen portholes as you might well describe them as, I uses goggles reading. Sand in the Red Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the dark, manner of speaking, The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a Rose is She.
The reds and the ochres of the earth surrounding the town can seem like a vast movie set recreating a spacecraft landing in Mars, or a savage ecological blight. I feel my throat tighten with emotion. The red dirt is what our family remembers most. No matter what colour your garment was for any chosen social engagement, you came home red. The colours of this place are foremost, infernally beautiful.
(Tim Rogers, ‛Kalgoorlie’, Detours)