“It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.” – Dave Barry



To a Billy

James Lister Cuthbertson (1851-1910)


Old Billy – battered, brown and black
With many days of camping,
Companion of the bulging sack,
And friend in all our tramping:
How often on the Friday night –
Your cubic measure testing –
With jam and tea we stuffed you tight
Before we started nesting!

How often, in the moonlight pale,
Through gums and gullies toiling,
We’ve been the first the hill to scale,
The first to watch you boiling;
When at the lane the tent was spread
The silver wattle under,
And early shafts of rosy red
Cleft sea-born mists asunder!

And so, old Billy, you recall
A host of sun-burnt faces,
And bring us back again to all
The best of camping places.
True flavour of the bush you bear,
Of camp and its surrounding,
Of freedom and of open air,
Of healthy life abounding.

You bring us more – with those we love
We watched you boil and bubble,
And in the sunny skies above
Forgot each schoolboy trouble
So not without a kindly glance
We eye you in the study,
Although you’ve met with some mischance,
Although you’re black and muddy!

Remove an old tree and it will wither to death.


T.S. Eliot (1888–1965).  The Waste Land.  1922.

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

It looked like something knitted as a present by a colorblind aunt, the sort of thing you wouldn’t dare throw away in case the garbage collectors laughed at you and kicked your trash cans over. Pratchett.

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“Rubbish!” screamed a fat, elderly woman, in Richard’s ear, as he passed her malodorous stall. “Junk!” She continued. “Garbage! Trash! Offal! Debris! Come and get it! Nothing whole or undamaged! Crap, tripe, and useless piles of shit. You know you want it.”
― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

Never Scratch a Tiger with a Short Stick

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“Tigers, except when wounded or when man-eaters, are on the whole very good-tempered…Occassionally a tiger will object to too close an approach to its cubs or to a kill that it is guarding. The objection invariably takes the form of growling, and if this does not prove effective itis followed by short rushes accompanied by terrifying roars. If these warnings are disregarded, the blame for any injury inflicted rests entirely with the intruder”- Jim Corbett”
― Jim Corbett

Être cul et chemise

This expression is used when speaking about two persons that are absolutely inseparable, united, bound by a strong friendship.

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Transparent Lavender Chemise 

The evening breeze
Wafts the fragrance
Of distant flowers;
The yawning sun
Has fallen asleep
And the moon is frisky.

A woman in a transparent,
Lavender chemise
Dapples perfume upon her wrists
Before she kisses her lover.


And they fished til a traveler passed them and said, “Fools, to catch the moon you must let your women spread their hair on the water

Moon Fishing – Lisel Mueller

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Fishing for Sleep

Sleep eddies in this weather,

a difficult fish to catch.
A shoal of silver dreams swim past
but don’t catch on anxious hooks.


There’s a blood red grin of numbers
on the alarm clock:
a shark feeding on time and sleep.


A fishing rod stirs the ocean,
gumboot colored eyes and tension
– waiting for a tug at the line.


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