Category Archives: INDIVIDUATION

A girl should be two things: who and what she wants. Coco Chanel.

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When you meet a man who is broken, pick him up and carry him. When you meet a woman who’s broken, put her all into your arms. Cause we don’t know where we come from … we don’t know where we are. ”

― Laurie Anderson

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Every family has at least one black sheep.

The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. - 1866 - 1939), Saturday 5 May 1923,

The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), Saturday 5 May 1923,

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An Australian poem.

The sun was hot already – it was only 8 o’clock
The cocky took off in his Ute, to go and check his stock.
He drove around the paddocks checking wethers, ewes and lambs,
The float valves in the water troughs, the windmills on the dams.

He stopped and turned a windmill on to fill a water tank
And saw a ewe down in the dam, a few yards from the bank.
“Typical bloody sheep,” he thought, “they’ve got no common sense,
“They won’t go through a gateway but they’ll jump a bloody fence.”

The ewe was stuck down in the mud, he knew without a doubt
She’d stay there ’til she carked it if he didn’t get her out.
But when he reached the water’s edge, the startled ewe broke free
And in her haste to get away, began a swimming spree.

He reckoned once her fleece was wet, the weight would drag her down
If he didn’t rescue her, the stupid sod would drown.
Her style was unimpressive, her survival chances slim
He saw no other option, he would have to take a swim.

He peeled his shirt and singlet off, his trousers, boots and socks
And as he couldn’t stand wet clothes, he also shed his jocks.
He jumped into the water and away that cocky swam
He caught up with her, somewhere near the middle of the dam.

The ewe was quite evasive, she kept giving him the slip
He tried to grab her sodden fleece but couldn’t get a grip.
At last he got her to the bank and stopped to catch his breath
She showed him little gratitude for saving her from death.

She took off like a Bondi tram around the other side
He swore next time he caught that ewe he’d hang her bloody hide.
Then round and round the dam they ran, although he felt quite puffed
He still thought he could run her down, she must be nearly stuffed.

The local stock rep came along, to pay a call that day.
He knew this bloke was on his own, his wife had gone away
He didn’t really think he’d get fresh scones for morning tea
But nor was he prepared for what he was about to see.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what came into view
For running down the catchment came this frantic-looking ewe.
And on her heels in hot pursuit and wearing not a stitch
The farmer yelling wildly “Come back here, you lousy bitch!”

The stock rep didn’t hang around, he took off in his car
The cocky’s reputation has been damaged near and far
So bear in mind the Work Safe rule when next you check your flocks
Spot the hazard, assess the risk, and always wear your jocks!

 

“You have nothing to dance about until you are over the age of 30.” — Bert Balladine

http://www.shahina.com/poetry/quotes.htm

 

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I’ll dance with mob on this red Land, munda wiru

place

I’ll dance away them half-caste lies ‘cos I got my

Nanas face!

Ali Cobby Eckermann.

little bit long time. Australian Poetry Centre, Balclava, 2009.

 

 

Red meat is not bad for you. Now blue-green meat, that’s bad for you!

-Tommy Smothers

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The Old Black Billy and Me

by Louis Esson

 

 The sheep are yarded, an’ I sit

Beside the fire an’ poke at it.

Far from talk an’ booze o’ men

Glad, I’m glad I’m back agen

On the station, wi’ me traps

An’ fencin’ wire, an’ tanks an’ taps,

Back to salt-bush plains, an’ flocks,

An’ old bark hut be the apple-box.

I turn the slipjack, make the tea,

All’s as still as still can be –

An’ the old black billy winks at me.

http://www.oldaussierecipes.com/aussiefoodpoems.htm

 

 

“We listened for a voice crying in the wilderness. And we heard the jubilation of wolves!”

-Durwood L. Allen

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We sincerely regret the manner in which the events unfolded this morning. In the process of being cautious, we allowed the jubilation to go on longer than it should have.

(Ben Hatfield)

Shooter Teton Sioux All birds, even those of the same species, are not alike, and it is the same with animals and with human beings. The reason WakanTanka does not make two birds, or animals, or human beings exactly alike is because each is placed here by WakanTanka to be an independent individuality and to rely upon itself.

http://www.ilhawaii.net/~stony/quotes.html

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“Who would deduce the dragonfly from the larva, the iris from the bud, the lawyer from the infant? …We are all shape-shifters and magical reinventors. Life is really a plural noun, a caravan of selves.”

― Diane Ackerman

But don’t hunt for dissonance: There is no such thing; People dance to all tunes.”

― Antonio Machado

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but the corset had the odd power of making her seem somehow more naked; it turned her into a forbidden, armored creature with a soft side inside he had to hunt for.”

― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

“Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.”

http://www.thoughts-about-god.com/quotes/quotes-life.htm

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“It is to be remembered that all art is magical in origin – music,
sculpture, writing, painting – and by magical I mean intended to
produce very definite results. Paintings were originally formulae
to make what is painted happen. Art is not an end in itself, any
more than Einstein’s matter-into-energy formulae is an end in itself.
Like all formulae, art was originally FUNCTIONAL, intended to make
things happen, the way an atom bomb happens from Einstein’s
formulae.”

― William S. Burroughs

 

For you know that I myself am a labyrinth, where one easily gets lost.”

― Charles Perrault

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But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.

William Shakespeare

Where is there dignity unless there is honesty?

― Cicero Marcus Tullius

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“What we ask is to be human individuals, however peculiar and unexpected. It is no good saying: "You are a little girl and therefore you ought to like dolls"; if the answer is, "But I don’t," there is no more to be said.”

― Dorothy L. Sayers, Are Women Human?

But it is impossible to go through life without trust; that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.

― Graham Greene, The Ministry of Fear: An Entertainment

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“Critics who treat ‘adult’ as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”
― C.S. Lewis

If I told you I’ve worked hard to get where I’m at, I’d be lying, because I have no idea where I am right now.

― Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not for Sale

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“But you see," said Roark quietly, "I have, let’s say, sixty years to live. Most of that time will be spent working. I’ve chosen the work I want to do. If I find no joy in it, then I’m only condemning myself to sixty years of torture. And I can find the joy only if I do my work in the best way possible to me. But the best is a matter of standards—and I set my own standards. I inherit nothing. I stand at the end of no tradition. I may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one.”

― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead