Being Irish, I have an abiding sense of tragedy which sustains me through temporary periods of joy.
Queensland Times (Ipswich) (Qld. : 1909 – 1954), Monday 18 October 1954
The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 – 1933), Saturday 15 September 1928,
I don’t want tea,” said Clary, with muffled force. “I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them.”
“Unfortunately,” said Hodge, “we’re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it’s either tea or nothing.
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
|Lee Emmett, Australia|
Just occasionally you find yourself in an odd situation. You get into it by degrees and in the most natural way, but when you are right in the midst of it you are suddenly astonished and ask yourself how in the world it all came about. If, for example, you put to sea on a wooden raft with a parrot and five companions, it is inevitable that sooner or later you will wake up one morning out at sea, perhaps a little better rested than ordinarily, and begin to think about it.
Thor Heyerdahl The Kon-Tiki Expedition: By Raft across the South Seas (translated by F H Lyon).
foto- storm on waterfall way nr bellingen jan 2014
Before a rain storm:
Cats will clean themselves more and meow more,
Cow and sheep will huddle together seeking comfort,
Horses “switch and twitch” and sometimes bolt,
Insects fly lower and bite more, and
Birds chirp louder.
Some people will not tolerate such emotional honesty in communication. They would rather defend their dishonesty on the grounds that it might hurt others. Therefore, having rationalized their phoniness into nobility, they settle for superficial relationships.”
Everyone is like a butterfly, they start out ugly and awkward and then morph into beautiful graceful butterflies that everyone loves.
May God grant you always…
A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you.
The second fiddle. I can get plenty of first violinists, but to find someone who can play the second fiddle with enthusiasm
James K. Baxter, Collected Poems (OUP 1979)
“I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil. Overall, I was happiest to be alone; for it was then I was most aware of what I possessed. Free to look out over the rooftops of the city. Happy to be alone in the company of friends, the company of lovers and strangers. Everything, I decided, in this life, was pure pleasure.”
― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Yankunytjatjara Love Poems by Ali Cobby Eckermann
“I will show you a field of zebra finch Dreaming in the shadow of the
puli puli ochre
when the soft blanket of language hums kinship and campfires
flavour windswept hair
little girls stack single twigs on embers under tjamus skin of painted
the dance of kalaya feathers will sweep the munda with your smile
do not look at me in daylight; that gift comes in the night
tomorrow I will show ngunytju our marriage proposal in my smile”
My Sitting Down Place
My Sitting Down Place by Gail Kay, Proserpine, QLD
I go down to the creek
Where the water gurgles
As it hurries along
Over the shining sand and pebbles
To its destiny
With the sea.
Flits and moves
Across the water, over the creek bank,
And the birds sing happily
To the accompaniment
Of insects and crickets.
I sit in silence as I soak it all into my soul.
From the water
To my heart.
Whatever life brings me I now can face
Because of this,
My sitting down place!
― Samuel Johnson, The Idler; Poems
“There are people who are generic. They make generic responses and they expect generic answers. They live inside a box and they think people who don’t fit into their box are weird. But I’ll tell you what, generic people are the weird people. They are like genetically-manipulated plants growing inside a laboratory, like indistinguishable faces, like droids. Like ignorance.”
― C. JoyBell C.
― Steve Martin
Did you hear that they’ve isolated the gene for banjo playing?
It’s the first step to a cure!
There are times when the simple dignity of movement can fulfill the function of a volume of words.
MEMBER’S POEM: A FRIEND
A faithful friend is hard to find’
Who’ll stand through thick and thin, ]
But my ‘ ‘dog, ‘Dutch,
‘ is just ‘the kind
Who’d do that sort of thing.
She’s just a ‘Cairn terrier pup,
‘ As full of mischief as can, be.
With ears and tail cocked up so bold
As straight as one can see.
Two gleaming eyes, a cold, ‘wet ‘nose,
She stands there all agog,
A tiny bark, a wagging- tail
And that is ‘Dutch,’ my dog.
― Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
Te anga karaka, te anga koura, kei kitea te Marae
The shells of the karaka berry, and the shells of the crayfish, should not be seen from the Marae
Although this clearly has a hygienic undertone, it also refers to discipline. A tribe or war party who disregards organization and has no concern for where they leave their rubbish and gear reflects poor leadership and discipline, thus becoming easy prey for a more regimented force.
James Gould Cozzens (1903-) http://en.nordsprog.com/liknande/en_99813
“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.”
― Osho, Everyday Osho: 365 Daily Meditations for the Here and Now
“He’d noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: it fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they created vast banquets in their imagination – but at the end of the day they’d settle quite happily for egg and chips. If it was well done and maybe had a slice of tomato.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant