Category Archives: MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS

What do I care that the stream is trampled, the sand on the stream-bank still holds the print of your foot: the heel is cut deep. Hilda Doolittle

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'How should I judge my brother when my 
sins run out behind me like the sand in this basket?' 


Apophthegmata Patrum The Sayings Of The Desert Fathers

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“The cactus thrives in the desert while the fern thrives in the wetland.

The fool will try to plant them in the same flowerbox.

The florist will sigh and add a wall divider and proper soil to both sides.

The grandparent will move the flowerbox halfway out of the sun.

The child will turn it around properly so that the fern is in the shade, and not the cactus.

The moral of the story?

Kids are smart.”
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When the fern begins to look red, 

then milk is good with brown bread : 

when the fern is as high as a ladle, 

you may sleep as long as you're able : 

when the fern is as high as a spoon, 

you may sleep an hour at noon. 

He has an oar in every man’s boat, and a finger in every pie.

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There were three sailors of Bristol city 
Who took a boat and went to sea. 
But first with beef and captain's biscuits 
And pickled pork they loaded she. 
There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, 
And the youngest he was little Billee. 
Now when they got as far as the Equator 
They'd nothing left but one split pea. 

W. M. Thackeray: Little Billee.

A critic is someone who meddles with something that is none of his business. permalink Paul Gauguin

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“The youngest, aged twelve, could not conceal her disappointment, and turned away, feeling as so many of us have felt when we discover that our idols are very extraordinary men and women.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Jo’s Boys

It is only God that saves a cow that has no tail from flies.

 

 

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Me come yah fe drink milk, me noh come yah fe count cow

I came here to drink milk, not to count cows.

Mind your own business. Enjoy what you are entitled to. Don’t worry about details which do not concern you.

 https://www.nlj.gov.jm/?q=jamaican-proverbs#cow

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The Cows on Killing Day

BY LES MURRAY

All me are standing on feed. The sky is shining.
All me have just been milked. Teats all tingling still
from that dry toothless sucking by the chilly mouths
that gasp loudly in in in, and never breathe out.
All me standing on feed, move the feed inside me.
One me smells of needing the bull, that heavy urgent me,
the back-climber, who leaves me humped, straining, but light
and peaceful again, with crystalline moving inside me.
Standing on wet rock, being milked, assuages the calf-sorrow in me.
Now the me who needs mounts on me, hopping, to signal the bull.
The tractor comes trotting in its grumble; the heifer human
bounces on top of it, and cud comes with the tractor,
big rolls of tight dry feed: lucerne, clovers, buttercup, grass,
that’s been bitten but never swallowed, yet is cud.
She walks up over the tractor and down it comes, roll on roll
and all me following, eating it, and dropping the good pats.
The heifer human smells of needing the bull human
and is angry. All me look nervously at her
as she chases the dog me dream of horning dead: our enemy
of the light loose tongue. Me’d jam him in his squeals.
Me, facing every way, spreading out over feed.
One me is still in the yard, the place skinned of feed.
Me, old and sore-boned, little milk in that me now,
licks at the wood. The oldest bull human is coming.
Me in the peed yard. A stick goes out from the human
and cracks, like the whip. Me shivers and falls down
with the terrible, the blood of me, coming out behind an ear.
Me, that other me, down and dreaming in the bare yard.
All me come running. It’s like the Hot Part of the sky
that’s hard to look at, this that now happens behind wood
in the raw yard. A shining leaf, like off the bitter gum tree
is with the human. It works in the neck of me
and the terrible floods out, swamped and frothy. All me make the Roar,
some leaping stiff-kneed, trying to horn that worst horror.
The wolf-at-the-calves is the bull human. Horn the bull human!
But the dog and the heifer human drive away all me.
Looking back, the glistening leaf is still moving.
All of dry old me is crumpled, like the hills of feed,
and a slick me like a huge calf is coming out of me.
The carrion-stinking dog, who is calf of human and wolf,
is chasing and eating little blood things the humans scatter,
and all me run away, over smells, toward the sky.

Les Murray, “The Cows on Killing Day” from Subhuman Redneck Poems. Copyright © 1997 by Les Murray

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“There were rules among friends, commandments, really, and the most important one was Thou Shalt Not Lust After Thy Friend’s Sister.”

Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

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SHIT POEM

by JAS H. DUKE

I’m in the shit business 
I work for the sewerage department 
I analyse experiments 
I draw graphs and flow charts 
and conclusions 
today I was sitting at my desk 
trying to explain 
the dissolved air flotation process 
where streams of little bubbles are released 
into a tank full of sewerage 
to float the suspended solids up to the surface 
to be skimmed off 
but what I was really thinking about 
was lunchtime 

http://www.takver.com/history/925/925_sum.htm

Beware of a silent dog and still water.

 – Latin

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“The distinction between sanity and insanity is narrower than a razor’s edge, sharper than a hound’s tooth, more agile than a mule deer. It is more elusive than the merest phantom. Perhaps it does not even exist; perhaps it is a phantom. ”

― Philip K. Dick, VALIS

 

 

Dog buy rum, cow drink am, hog in sty get drunk.

A matter may not concern someone, yet he or she gets involved.

http://www.guyana.org/proverbs.html