Newcastle Morning Herald & Miners’ Advocate (NSW : 1876 – 1954) , Saturday 16 May 1891
“Old men and young, while gathered around the social beer table, relate their experience and quantity of beer they have swallowed at one sitting, or in one day, or in one evening with as much pride as an old hunter would rehearse his achievements in the forest or jungle. They seem to be as proud of the capacity of their stomachs as a prize fighter is of his muscle.” — Henry Ruggles, 1883
They’re privatising things we own together.
And though we’re still connected by the weather
They say that sharing things is now unsound.
They’re lonelifying all the public spaces.
They’re rationalising swags and billabongs.
g nature’s lovely places,
Dismantling the dreaming and the songs.”
The perfect man uses his mind as a mirror.It grasps nothing. It regrets nothing.It receives but does not keep.
Queensland Times (Ipswich) (Qld. : 1909 – 1954), Monday 27 December 1948,
The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), Saturday 5 September 1885,
The main courtyard was filled with warriors – mermen with fish tails from the waist down and human bodies from the waist up, except their skin was blue, which I’d never known before.Some were tending the wounded. Some were sharpening spears and swords. One passed us, swimming in a hurry. His eyes were bright green, like that stuff they put in glo-sticks, and his teeth were shark teeth. They don’t show you stuff like that in “The Little Mermaid.
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian
Khizr chose the path to Kabul in order to reach Paradise
For her mountains brought him close to the delights of heaven
From the fort with sprawling walls, A Dragon of protection
Each stone is there more precious than the treasure of Shayagan
Every street of Kabul is enthralling to the eye
Through the bazaars, caravans of Egypt pass
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs
And the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls …
Saib-e-Tabrizi, 17th century poet
having that day planted a garden
walked through it at evening and knew
that Eden was not nearly complex enough.
And he said:
“Let species swarm like solutes in a colloid.
Let there be ten thousand species of plankton
and to eat them a thousand zooplankton.
Let there be ten phyla of siphoning animals,
one phylum of finned vertebrates, from
white-tipped reef shark to long-beaked coralfish,
and to each his proper niche,
and — no Raphael, I’m not quite finished yet —
you can add seals and sea-turtles & cone-shells & penguins
(if they care) and all the good seabirds your team can devise —
oh yes, and I nearly forgot it, I want a special place
for the crabs! And now for parasites to keep
the whole system in balance, let . . .”
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
“As the week wore on, Ivan contemplated the merits of inertia as a problem-solving technique with growing favour”
― Lois McMaster Bujold
Give my words sun and rain,
desert and heat and mist,
spring flowers, and dead grass,
blue sea and dusty sky
Ian Mudie (1911-1976):
foto – mists over ulmarra farmhouse dec 09
The Colours Of Light
Oft the colours are pitched so high
The deepest note is the cobalt sky;
We have to wait till the sunset comes
For shades that feel like the beat of drums –
Or like organ notes in their rise and fall –
Purple and orange and cardinal,
Or the peacock-green that turns soft and slow
To peacock-blue as the great stars show .
a head operates in its clay
and thinks about the wings
it cannot elevate to understanding
here against the fickle light
foto – by susan pomroy 2009
It is said the birds came from dinosaurs.
foto – rainbow lorikeet in ulmarra backyard nov 2009