“There is a kind of sleep that steals upon us sometimes, which, while it holds the body prisoner, does not free the mind from a sense of things about it, and enable it to ramble at its pleasure. So far as an overpowering heaviness, a prostration of strength, and an utter inability to control our thoughts or power of motion, can be called sleep, this is it; and yet we have a consciousness of all that is going on about us; and if we dream at such a time, words which are really spoken, or sounds which really exist at the moment, accommodate themselves with surprising readiness to our visions, until reality and imagination become so strangely blended that it is afterwards almost a matter of impossibility to separate the two. Nor is this, the most striking phenomenon, incidental to such a state. It is an undoubted fact, that although our senses of touch and sight be for the time dead, yet our sleeping thoughts, and the visionary scenes that pass before us, will be influenced, and materially influenced, by the mere silent presence of some external object: which may not have been near us when we closed our eyes: and of whose vicinity we have had no waking consciousness. ”
― Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist
You cannot loosen a man’s tongue with root beer.
Original Klingon: Worf
Many a time a man’s mouth broke his nose.
foto ulmarra pub near grafton nsw australia
Adams and Flinders
Up in old Port Wyndham
back in the early days
at tale is told about two men
who wouldn’t mend their ways
Adams hated Flinders
they were the town’s JPs
They’d love to lock each other up
then throw away the keys
One hot and dusty afternoon
while drinking in the pub
insults turned to punches
over some imagined snub
Out in to the street they went
with flailing legs and arms
The cops came down and locked them up
before they came to harm
Then in the morning sobered up
there was one fact to face
Each would sit in judgment
upon the others case
Well Adams was the first to sit
upon the others crime
The gavel fell, the judgment was
a mere five shilling fine
Then Flinders turn to sit arrived
He donned his wig and frowned
‘There’s too much of this thing about
the fine will be ten pounds’
We don’t how it went from there
or how the story ends
but one thing we can bet for sure
they’d never be good friends
Aug 2000 Brisbane
MARY’S LITTLE LAMB.
Mary had a little lamb,
And a little indiscretion :
When asked to have some more she did.
And suffered indigestion.
1913 ‘MARYS LITTLE LAMB.’, The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), 6 December, p. 57, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article22219055
― Lindsey Kelk, I Heart New York
You can’t stay the same. If you’re a musician and a singer, you have to change, that’s the way it works.
“Have you not reason then to be ashamed and to forbear this filthy novelty, so basely grounded, so foolishly received and so grossly mistaken in the right use thereof. In your abuse thereof sinning against God harming yourselves both in person and goods, and raking also thereby the marks and notes of vanity upon you by the custom thereof making yourselves to be wondered at by all foreign civil nations and by all strangers that come among you to be scorned and held in contempt; a custom loathsome to the eye, hateful to the nose, harmful to the brain, dangerous to the lungs, and in the black stinking fume thereof nearest resembling the horrible stygian smoke of the pit that is bottomless.”
― King James I of England – VI of Scotland
― Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis
“In order to understand, I destroyed myself.”
― Fernando Pessoa
“That’s what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.”
― Richard Matheson, I am Legend and Other Stories
“Mad Hatter: Would you like a little more tea?
Alice: Well, I haven’t had any yet, so I can’t very well take more.
March Hare: Ah, you mean you can’t very well take less.
Mad Hatter: Yes. You can always take more than nothing.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
― Lewis Nordan
HALL, TOM T.
How old do you think I am he said I said well I didn’t know
He said I turned sixty five about eleven months ago
I was sittin’ in Miami pourin’ blended whiskey down
When this old grey black gentleman was cleanin’ up the lounge
There wasn’t anyone around ‘cept this old man and me
The guy who ran the bar was watching Ironsides on TV
Uninvited he sat down and opened up his mind
On old dogs and children and watermelon wine
Ever had a drink of watermelon wine he asked
He told me all about it though I didn’t answer back
Ain’t but three things in this world that’s worth a solitary dime
But old dogs and children and watermelon wine
He said women think about theyselves when menfolk ain’t around
And friends are hard to find when they discover that you’re down
He said I tried it all when I was young and in my natural prime
Now it’s old dogs and children and watermelon wine
Old dogs care about you even when you make mistakes
God bless little children while they’re still too young to hate
When he moved away I found my pen and copied down that line
‘Bout old dogs and children and watermelon wine
[ harmonica ]
I had to catch a plane up to Atlanta that next day
As I left for my room I saw him pickin’ up my change
That night I dreamed in peaceful sleep of shady summertime
Of old dogs and children and watermelon wine.
Hunger will lead a fox out of the forest.”
― Janwillem Van de Wetering
“Hell has three gates: lust, anger, and greed”
― Bhagavad Gita
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls
The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he’s as cunning as he is ferocious; once he’s had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.”
― Angela Carter
"My grandmother is over eighty and still doesn’t need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle." Henny Youngman
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THANKS TO SACRED TEXTS
Hindustani doggerel, the accuracy of which is only too true :
"Says the hemp, I am of gorgeous hue;
Says the poppy, I am king of the world;
But says the opium, I am a lady-love,
Who takes me once takes me for ever."
foto – SHELLBOUND in ulmarra 2009
"A classified collection of Tamil proverbs"
When a flood rises over one’s head, what does it matter whether it rises only a span or a cubit ? When one is completely discredited, further disgrace makes no difference.
foto – flood in ulmarra may 2009