KISSING TIME. By “Tootsie”
Now, friends, a kiss is a kiss,
And there’s nothing amiss
To be caught kissing Maudie or Elsie.
But there’s many a girl
Set my heart in a whirl —
Kissing under the ti-tree at Chelsea!
KISSING TIME. (1922, December 13).
Frankston & Somerville Standard (Vic. : 1921 – 1939), http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article75951930
Twas not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. Twas not my lips yo kissed, but my soul.
“Old and new kiss everywhere in Africa.
John Gunther, “Inside Africa”
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 10 September 1932
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.
One day the lion, the wolf and the fox went out hunting together. They caught a wild ass, a gazelle and a hare. The lion spoke to the wolf, “Mr. Wolf, you may divide the venison for us today.” The wolf said, “I would have thought it best, Sire, that you should have the ass and my friend the fox should take the hare; as for me, I shall be content to take only the gazelle.” On hearing this the lion was furious. He raised his mighty paw and struck the wolf on the head. The wolf’s skull was cracked, so he died. Whereupon the lion spoke to the fox, “Now you may try and divide our meal better. ” The fox spoke solemnly, “The ass will be your dinner, Sire, the gazelle will be your Majesty’s supper and the hare will be your breakfast for tomorrow morning.” Surprised, the lion asked him, “When did you learn so much wisdom?” Said the fox, “When I heard the wolf’s skill cracking.”
– Nubian (Sudan) Fable
AUSTIN O’MALLEY, Keystones of Thought
There are no passengers on Spaceship Earth. We are all crew.
~Marshall McLuhan, 1964
“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
― William S. Burroughs
― D.H. Lawrence, The White Peacock
“The thing you fail to grasp is that people are not basically good. We are basically selfish. We shove and clamour and cry for adoration, and beat down everyone else to get it. Life is a competition of prattling peacocks enraptured in inane mating rituals. But for all our effacing and self-importance, we are all slaves to what we fear most. You have so very much to learn. Here. Let me teach you.”
― Christopher Nolan, Batman Begins
I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain. James Baldwin
foto – cabin in ulladulla 2010
I’ll wait here for a while
“Night, Connelly’s Marsh”
site 2c – http://www.australianpoetryreview.com.au/0907oxley.htm
foto – izzy foreal at iluka dec 09