Category Archives: MASTER, MISTRESS, SLAVE

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?” ― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW - 1842 - 1954), Saturday 13 February 1926

 

MORTAL TO IMMORTAL
The morning spits up the sun
Below my bed my lips peels
Yo our childs Hullabaloo over
Keeping our first abo culture good
Clean shaven back lands
And we sunstruck by a colourless talk by Americanos
The afternoon spits up the starred night
Below my head lays eyes looking
At the noses arse-end of this world
A first fella said I want to be oblivious
‘what for?’ cos midday squinting toward
a trespassive on Murri land
Rumour field the house of every Peoples Spirits of;
‘how come a sickle moon kisses earth and found out what heart’
Toned cry sitting love makes
So fuck love for yesterdays dump
So lullaby away dreams that don’t come true
Those Murri skills remain are
Future clumsy flinch with business
Those Murri hobnailed on naming
Each other cabs calm in drawer for a bit of money
The rituals gentle Murri sorcery
Gives ancient weathered faces
Stout to taut the looter?
Awake now readers and seed basic
Eternal life humble shipped out
Of man’s sorrow affairs
Murri old commanded us us
Murri young commanded us us
The morning wings me to supreme sacrifice
According to the perished
© 2010, Lionel Fogarty

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In fact, I have never met anyone who didn’t like Gargoyles.

– Keith David

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“A chap’s bedroom – you can’t get way from it – is his castle, and he has every right to look askance if gargoyles come glaring in at him.”

― P.G. Wodehouse, Right Ho, Jeeves

Lies are the religion of slaves and masters. Truth is the god of the free man.”

― Maxim Gorky, The Lower Depths, And Other Plays

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“People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I’ve learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires to be faked…The man who lies to the world, is the world’s slave from then on…There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.”

Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged