Comes a scout in silence flying, One white cockatoo.

Comes a scout in silence flying,
One white cockatoo.
Back he goes to where the meeting
Waits among the trees.
Says, “The corn is fit for eating;
Hurry, if you please.”

Banjo Patterson

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THE CAPTIVE COCKATOO.
The cockatoo, a while freed from his cage,
If maimed wing allows, or tethering chain.
Climbs on the fence that overlooks the lane;
Or hobbled on his rusty iron stage
Glares round the yard And yet his heritage
Was mountain height illimitable and plain,
A whole wide continent was his domain
Who views a shrunken world In silent rage.
Sometimes to bitter fate he seems resigned,
And gabbles phrases of his captors speech,
But soon despair once more overclouds his
mind.
He calls, as though the gods he would beseech
For pity on his fallen state, with screech
He calls imprecations on all human-kind
GERALD BYRNE.
1932 ‘THE CAPTIVE COCKATOO.’, The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), 13 February, p. 9. , viewed 23 Jun 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article16840685

I like actors that are good with pantomime and that can transmit a lot by their presence and attitude more than through their dialogue. (Guillermo del Toro)

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“A magician creates magic and mesmerizes the audience. But it is a pantomime, and the audience knows that it’s a ruse. It’s in the name: a “magic trick”. They play along when the magician tugs his sleeves to show there is nothing hidden within them, or that the top hat is empty of a rabbit, or eggs, or flowers. Beneath the façade there is only sleight of hand, wires and contraptions, misdirection at a key moment.
“But what the audience does not realize is that it’s not always trickery. Or at least, not quite.”

― Laura Lam, Shadowplay

“I like The Eiffel Tower because it looks like steel and lace.” Natalie Lloyd

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for Robert Delaunay

Tour Eiffel
Guitare du ciel
Guitar of the sky

Attracting words
to your telegraphy
like a rosebush its bees

At night
the Seine stops flowing

Telescope or bugle

EIFFEL TOWER

It’s a hive of words
an inkwell of honey

At the end of dawn
a spider with wire legs
spun a web of clouds

My boy
to climb the Eiffel Tower
you climb up on a song

Do
re
mi
fa
so
la
ti
do

Nous sommes en haut
We’re at the top

A bird sings                                         It’s the wind
in the telegraph                                    of Europe
antennas                                             the electric wind

Hats fly off
They have wings but can’t sing

Jacqueline
Daughter of France
What do you see up there?

The Seine’s asleep
under the shadow of its bridges

I can see the Earth turning
and I blow my bugle
to all the seas

On the road
of your perfume
all the bees and all the words take off

On the four horizons
who hasn’t heard this song

I AM THE QUEEN OF THE DAWN OF THE POLES
I AM THE COMPASS ROSE OF THE WINDS THAT
FADES EVERY FALL
AND FILLED WITH SNOW
I DIE FROM THE DEATH OF THAT ROSE
ALL YEAR LONG A BIRD SINGS INSIDE MY HEAD

That’s how the Tower spoke to me one day

Eiffel Tower
Aviary of the world
Sing                             Sing

Bell-clang of Paris

The giant hanging in the void
is a poster for France

On the day of Victory

Chilean poet Vicente Huidobro (1893–1948)

Eiffel Tower

I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all … a day … an hour. Catelyn’s thoughts

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“If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.”– Katharine Hepburn

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