Ah, devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor function. Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror, unable to communicate with the spinal column. Which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way, but you can’t control it.
“When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but with creatures bristling with prejudice and motivated by pride and vanity.”
― Dale Carnegie, How to Win Friends and Influence People
Irima rirekagia riemba
The pit allows the grass to fall in
The proverb alludes to the pits the Kikuyu used to dig for trapping wild animals. These pits were covered with sticks over which, as well as over borders, they put a layer of grass. Since this grass often fell in the pit through the spaces between the sticks, so they say that often one falls into the pit dug by himself.
Hoist with his own petard.
… Jean Cocteau
“Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.”
― Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce
― Pete Townshend
“My dream is to walk around the world. A smallish backpack, all essentials neatly in place. A camera. A notebook. A travelling paint set. A hat. Good shoes. A nice pleated (green?) skirt for the occasional seaside hotel afternoon dance.”
― Maira Kalman, The Principles of Uncertainty
― Richard Curtis
“Everyday we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read the lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Everyman, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.”
― Henry Miller
Birdland – A Poem
Guitar riff, as a thorn-winged plover screechingly
messerschmitts magpies and butcherbirds,
bluff-diving to protect his nesting mate
Busily disputing their noisy offspring.
(Sooner can birds be silent in spring, and the crickets in summer.)
North Towards Yesterday
What I remember most are the birds,
their riotous music in the early forest,
the way they call to each other all day
and how, in the evening, their homing flight
feathers the sky with shadows.
VERY little fish expects to become a whale. He who would be every where will be no where.
foto – pelicans eating fish in urunga 2010 june
"Married in white, you have chosen all right; Married in gray, you will go far away; Married in black, you will wish yourself back;
Married in red, you’d better be dead; Married in green, ashamed to be seen; Married in blue, you’ll always be true; Married in pearl, you will live in a whirl; Married in yellow, ashamed of the fellow; Married in brown, you’ll live out of town; Married in pink, your spirits will sink."
foto creek at bellingen park 2010
Monkeys eat bananas. Why be surprised when they eat another one? That’s what monkeys do.
foto – back paddock raleigh 2010 with bananas