Tags: Hobart, Jordan Marson, Justice Yeldham, Lucas Abela, Rice Corpse, Santospirito, Sound Art
Writings by Craig
2 SepI have been asked by numerous people about further writings by Craig San Roque. They are not easy to find, but they can indeed be found. The majority of his writings are in volumes that can be bought from the States. I really recommend you get them in front of your eyeballs and into your brains so I tried to compile some of them here for ya – SO
Here’s a list (not exhaustive) of books that contain articles, essays etc by Craig San Roque
An article in the book Landmarks – entitled Coming to Terms With Country.
Psyche and the City has a corker called Sydney/Purgatorio.
Academic pieces can be found also – here’s one with Dr Leon Petchkovksy.
Growing up in Central Australia – this book has a great article by Craig about his Alice Springs backyard and the way people move around it – really interesting!
Placing Psyche – Edited by Craig and others.
A Long Weekend in Alice Springs was originally contained in The Cultural Complex: contemporary Jungian perspectives on Psyche and Society.
The essay of The Long Weekend was adapted into a comic by me, Joshua Santospirito, and can be found at SanKessto Publications, in this volume he wrote a beautiful piece that went into the book called A Book of Sand, the name of which was taken from the book of the same name “The Book of Sand” by Jorge Louis Borges.
Here’s an article about Petrol Sniffing and psychic pain.
An article/interview with Craig in the Alice News.
‘The Long Weekend In Alice Springs’
23 AugA fine review of the Long Weekend
A book review, for something different:

Craig San Roque’s Long Weekend In Alice Springs
Adapted and drawn by Joshua Santospirito. San Kessto Publications, 152pp, $35.
Alone on a clear winter’s night in 2008, I lugged my swag up a dry creekbed a couple of kilometres north of Alice Springs and slipped into unconsciousness. Later, from the inchoate, moonlit sand beneath my head, the guttural sound of a wild dog’s growling dragged me back to my body. Seemingly, I had been suspended deep in the remnants of the ancient, granulated ridges beneath me—now terrifyingly rendered into a conduit for dog-noise. By the time I found the means to move, the hound had gone, unsighted, into the night. On the fringe of Alice Springs a few weeks earlier, another person—somnolent like me, though inebriated—had been killed by a pack of wild dogs. Another had been severely injured. I decided to drive myself…
View original post 685 more words













