Category Archives: CONTEMPLATION

Get really comfy; wait for life to unfold, I’m no Cinderella but I do what I’m told.



by Lauren Hutson, St Margarets School – Australia

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My mother used to teach me “Cinderella is a perfect example to be” but I have learned that Cinderella can go fuck herself, I’m not waiting for anybody, anymore! I’m going to run as fast as I can, fly as high as I can, I am going to soar and if you want you can come with me! But I’m not waiting for you anymore.”

― C. JoyBell C.

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 8 August 1936,

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“Accept that some days you are the pigeon, and some days you are the statue. Dilbert



(Carl Sandburg)

The Flutter of blue pigeon’s wings
Under a river bridge
Hunting a clean dry arch,
A corner for a sleep–
This flutters here in a woman’s hand.

A singing sleep cry,
A drunken poignant two lines of song,
Somebody looking clean into yesterday
And remembering, or looking clean into
To-morrow, and reading–
This sings here as a woman’s sleep cry sings.

Pigeon friend of mine,
Fly on, sing on.


Lepszy wróbel w garsci niz golab na dachu
It’s better to have a sparrow in your hand, than a pigeon on the roof.


  • Rules are for the obedience of fools and the guidance of wise men.
    – Douglas Bader


Will you walk a little faster?” said a whiting to a snail, “There s a porpoise close behind us, and he s treading on my tail.

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South Australian Register (Adelaide, SA : 1839 – 1900), Wednesday 22 June 1870,

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Fern shapes in rock;
solidified in fluctuating neon;
human digits
scattered across gravel;
shapes of the Bear,
the Antelope;
glass bowls,

A courtyard of broken inscriptions.
Mosaic floors from the old Roman town
where children circle on bicycles
a tower split open down one side;
horseshoe of sky at the top.

The church bells toll:
“Tote dat barge,
lift dat bale”
for an invisible celebration,
a tricoleur and makeshift dais
erected in the empty plaza.
Snatches of marching music, an amplified voice:

un        deux     trois     quatre
un        deux     trois     quatre
un        deux     trois      quatre
un        deux     trois     quatre
un        deux     trois     quatre
ici       ici         ici
ici        ici        ici

and an old man in khaki,
weighed down by enormous red epaulettes,
steps out of a public lavatory.

Poet’s Note: 1988

© 1990, Laurie Duggan
From: Blue Notes

Eggs have no business dancing with stones.

Haitian (on prudence)




FOTO scrambled eggs at the boiling billy in bello nsw



I love the way you pose like weathervanes
on the axe handle,
to watch as I wash dishes
how today’s menu, or tonic
is borage or bindweed or dock
that you will strip back
to a handful of cellulose spikes.
The way you share a laying box
when there is one for each of you
and midwife one another
through your confinements.
The way you lay eggs –
those warm white ellipses
on the straw.
Somehow for all the wreckage
the garden was never more alive.

Harry was left to ponder in silence the depths to which girls would sink to get revenge.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

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“For the taking of revenge, a man locks himself up alone and thinks. His stomach must be empty for his head to be full. Vengeance comes a little from the heart and a lot from the mind; one must take oneself apart from the noise of men and of things, even from what resembles them; only the voices of bells and of thunder are allowed. Let the room in which you meditate be dark, narrow and warm.”

― Xavier Forneret

Talk about it only enough to do it. Dream about it only enough to feel it. Think about it only enough to understand it. Contemplate it only enough to be it.”

― Jean Toomer

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There is nothing more depressing,
than having everything,
and still feeling sad.
– Janet Jackson

Every man contemplates an angel in his future self ― Ralph Waldo Emerson


“Everyone of us is shadowed by an illusory person: a false self..We are not very good at recognizing illusions, least of all the ones we cherish about ourselves.  Contemplation is not and cannot be a function of this external self. There is an irreducible opposition between the deep transcendent self that awakens only in contemplation, and the superficial, external self which we commonly identify with the first person singular.  Our reality, our true self, is hidden in what appears to us to be nothingness….We can rise above this unreality and recover our hidden reality…. God Himself begins to live in me not only as my Creator but as my other and true self. “

― Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation

Alcohol is the river we sit on the banks of, contemplating. Sometimes we watch ourselves float past, sometimes we watch ourselves sink.”

― Nick Flynn, Another Bullshit Night in Suck City


“Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it.
Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens,
that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook
your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.”

Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac

BULGARIAN FOLK-SONGS Dig me the grave with your noble swords, Over my head, O comrades, place a fountain, Over my feet plant a shady tree, That an aged wanderer may have rest beneath it, That he may rest and think awhile of me. That a young traveller coming to the fountain May refresh his horse with the sparkling water, That he too may rest and think awhile of me. Whispering my name and my sorry fate.

"The shade of the Balkans: being a collection of Bulgarian folksongs and proverbs"

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"Be Silent yourself, that will induce Silence in others. Do not fall into the habit of shouting, talking long and loud. Reduce contacts to the minimum. Carry with you an atmosphere of quiet contemplation, wherever you happen to be. The less you talk, the more will become your mental power. With the increase in your mental capacity, there will be increase in your power of discrimination too. Consequently, you will give up individual discrimination . Because of this, you will begin to consider the good of the world at large rather than your own individual welfare. You must cultivate such broad feelings from this young age itself."


Those who do not study are only cattle dressed in men’s clothes. Chinese Proverb.

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Rain from Nowhere

Well he cried and laughed and shook his head then put the truck in gear,
Shut his eyes and hugged his dad in a vision that was clear,
Dropped the cattle at the yards, put the truck away
Filled the troughs the best he could and fed his last ten bales of hay.
Then he strode towards the homestead, shoulders back and head held high,
He still knew the road was tough but there was purpose in his eye.



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foto – ulmarra paddock new year’s eve 2009/10

Praise youth and it will prosper. Irish.


In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theatre before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin.

Arthur Schopenhauer


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foto – IMM and Kati B in urunga 1996