“In Mexico, dishes pile up in the sink just as fast as in the States, goddamn it.”
― Jason R. Koivu, Go Home, Oaxaca. You’re Drunk.
“Paradise was always over there, a day’s sail away. But it’s a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home.”
― J. Maarten Troost, Getting Stoned with Savages: A Trip Through the Islands of Fiji and Vanuatu
Like the cockroach, the displaced
have crawled through the cracks
and selected for themselves
an agreeable niche.
A place to start from scratch.
They thrive in the vegetable air.
You wonder how you’ll survive,
unfit, unable to work.
Lacking the predatory skills,
you’ve stayed in the trees,
a dreamer, all your life,
even now wanting to believe
a change of scenery
will get you back on your feet.
A brief hiatus in the vegetable air.
foto – vegie garden in bilambil december 2008
Hindu saint and mystic, Kabir,
I laugh when I hear that the fish
In the water is thirsty
You wander restlessly from the forest
while the Reality
Is within your own dwelling.
The truth is here! Go where you will.
foto – under the hills hoist in ulmarra 2009.
I believed that Saturn was gone, but he squeaks in my hair.
This reminds one of a European story about a hobgoblin which had been the torment of a family for a long time. At last the householder decided to remove to another house, hoping that the hobgoblin would remain where it was but ns he was going along the road to the new house with the last cart-load of his things rejoicing that he had left the goblin behind, it poked its head out of a bushel measure on the cart and said : " It seems that we two are moving to-day !" And this again re- minds one of the Tamil proverb : " Even if you go to Benares, your sin will follow you."
foto – knoxing at point danger nsw/qld border. 2008
Changing Countries or Beds, cures neither a bad Manager, nor a Fever.
foto – new quilt set forealty towers 09