'How should I judge my brother when my sins run out behind me like the sand in this basket?'
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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.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
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.
Some say, Let every man soap his own heard.
What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul. Jewish Proverb
You can take a man out of the bog, but you can’t take the bog out of the man. (Irish )
He has an oar in every man’s boat, and a finger in every pie.
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.
“Ice burns, and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish one sensation, fire, from the other, frost.” ― A.S. Byatt, Elementals: Stories of Fire and Ice
“Let everyone sweep the snow from his own door, and not busy himself with the frost on his neighbour’s tiles.”
A critic is someone who meddles with something that is none of his business. permalink Paul Gauguin
“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.
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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
“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
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
A hundred wagon loads of thoughts will not pay a single ounce of debt.
(Italian
Be like the old lady who fell out of the wagon.
(you aren’t involved, so stay out of it)
Beware of a silent dog and still water.
– Latin
“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
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