Category Archives: STEP 8

On paper,England is a good cricket team. The trouble is – they play on grass. Arthur Smith

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The Sultan of Swat

‘Why don’t you read the papers?
 It’s all right there in the papers.’
                                    — Babe Ruth
Waking, wiping the
sleep from his eye, he
reaches for his pills.
Reading the label on the bottle:
it seems to say:
‘don’t try too hard just
             let it carry you’ –
             like… a river, he finishes,
                        the sentence and his pills.
It’s prescribed like this
because mythology inadvertently
gets mixed up in the games
of chinese whispers
                                    we play with our history.
Drunk on fairy floss and beer
the story they’re telling in
Sideshow Alley is that Don Bradman,
fulfilling a promise to a
terminally ill child,
points straight back over
            Larwood’s head at a spot
      somewhere in centre field.
Winding up Larwood
          gives it everything he’s got,
   to the screaming ecstasy and
spilt beer of the Chicago fans,
            but  even as the ball leaves his hand
      Bradman’s eyes are fixed upon it and,
                  with a flick of his wrist,
            he sends it soaring out of
                          Wrigley Field.
Larwood, sticky with humiliation,
imagines a ball rocketing into
the soft-flesh of the batsman’s
helmetless head as he walks
back to his mark.
Bradman, luxuriating in the profanities
and abuse he has evoked
watches an angry fan hurl a cup
of beer onto left field and spits
nonchalantly just missing the fielder
at short leg.
Larwood turns and Bradman, like
            a brave Achaen points back
      prophetically to the same spot.
    The bowler runs in like a fierce
       bull charging through the streets
  of Pamplona and digs it in short,
              a spear jagging up sharply,
    but our Achilles has wiser eyes than this
         stepping backward and away,
                        hooking awesomely
the ball
                seems to climb
to the sun.
The news story is packaged thus:
The footage of the shot
from a variety of angles,
an interview with humble Bradman,
fans saying how he’s the greatest
the world has ever seen and
then the fadeout:
the small child smiling from
his hospital bed,
this miracle breaks hearts
for joy at dinner tables
nationwide.
A kid finds one of the balls out in the street.
He hides it away in a box,
and forgets about it for years
until one day, for no reason
     that he can name,
  he starts to take it out at nights
and let its elegant stitching
   take him back to the cutgrass
    summer twilight that now
seems so important.
It is a fact:
    The Bambino grows in deed and
    stature with every passing year.
Poem © Liam Ferney

 

 

The chains of addiction are too light to be felt until they are too strong to be broken.

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The Wilderness

for Peter Barden

Penury in Sydney had grown stale
And, at twenty-two, my childhood was in danger
So I preceded you, in all but spirit,
To the far-back country
Where the tar roads end.

In the silent lands
Time broadens into space.
Approaching Port Augusta, going on,
Iron-brown and limitless, the plains
Were before me all day. Burnt mountains fell behind
In the glittering sky.

At dawn, the sun would roll up from his lair
In the kiln-dry lake country, fire his heat straight through
The blind grey scrub, awaken me beside wheeltracks
And someone’s car, and I would travel on.

At noon, far out in a mirage, I would brew
Tea with strangers, yarn about jobs in the North
And, chewing quietly, watch maybe an upstart
Dust-devil forming miles off, going high
To totter, darken
And, quite suddenly, vanish
Leaving a formless, thinning stain in the heavens.

Where the spirits of sea-cliffs
Hovered on the plain
I would remember routines we had invented
For putting spine into shapeless days: the time
We passed at a crouching trot down Wynyard Concourse
Tell each other in loud mock-Arunta and gestures
What game we were tracking down what haunted gorge . . .
Frivolous games
But they sustained me like water,

They, and the is-ful ah!-nesses of things.

http://www.lesmurray.org/uncollected_twc.htm#rttw

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Euroa Advertiser (Vic. : 1884 – 1920), Friday 20 February 1885,

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The chains of addiction are too light to be felt until they are too strong to be broken. SWAHILI.

http://swahiliproverbs.afrst.illinois.edu/love.html

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Mkuki kwa nguruwe, kwa binaadamu mchungu

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A spear only fits a warthog, it’s bitter to a human being

In other words, those people who like to cause harm and discomfort to others, often times are very quick at crying foul when something bad is done to them.

http://www.glcom.com/hassan/kanga.html

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Always, though, fear
makes him careful:
like me, some scene
where the warthog masks up -
lips, tushes, plastered with blood -
settling small eyes to explain
that he’s kind, that he’s nice . . .

Martin Langford

http://www.hotsdots.com/poetry/author/mduwell/

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Prentiss: “Men are more ready to repay an injury than a benefit, because gratitude is a burden and revenge a pleasure.” Tacitus

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Hotchner: Thomas Kempis wrote, “Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of its trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible.”

http://agoldoffish.wordpress.com/criminal-minds-opening-and-closing-quotes/

We’re all of us haunted and haunting.”

― Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby

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Comedian Russell Means finds himself plagued, even in his adulthood, by memories of acts of mischief and pranks done during his childhood. Thus, at around seven or eight years old, he watched an elderly neighbour planting flowers. The man, seeing Russell’s gaze, explained and illustrated, in some detail, the ways in which the seeds could be rooted into the ground, then grow into seedlings and buds, then, in time, flowers. Stepping into his home for a moment, he asked the young Means to be sure not to trample upon his flowers. Once the man had gone inside, Means, after waiting a moment, felt gripped by an urge to tread on every flower until it disappeared into the flat of the earth beneath it. He did so. The hurt and shock in his neighbour’s eyes when he emerged from his house and viewed the destruction, continues to haunt the now wealthy and renowned comedian.

https://sites.google.com/site/swanezine/guilt-and-shame-quotes

Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that’s what.”

― Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

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Ghosts seem harder to please than we are; it is as though they haunted for haunting’s sake — much as we relive, brood, and smoulder over our pasts.

ELIZABETH BOWEN, preface to The Second Ghost Book

Read more at http://www.notable-quotes.com/g/ghosts_quotes.html#ZxaHff6UoICJ6Hbj.99

If ye do wrang, mak amends.

http://www.inspirationalstories.com/proverbs/haitian-if-ye-do-wrang-mak-amends/

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What is Maturity?

• Knowing myself.
• Asking for help when I need it and acting on my own when I don’t.
• Admitting when I’m wrong and making amends.
• Accepting love from others, even if I’m having a tough time loving myself.
• Recognizing that I always have choices, and taking responsibility for the ones I make.
• Seeing that life is a blessing.
• Having an opinion without insisting that others share it.
• Forgiving myself and others.
• Recognizing my shortcomings and my strengths.
• Having the courage to live one day at a time.
• Acknowledging that my needs are my responsibility.
• Caring for people without having to take care of them.
• Accepting that I’ll never be finished — I’ll always be a work-in-progress.

(from Courage to Change: One Day At a Time in Al-Anon, page 63. Reprinted with permission of Al-Anon Family Group Headquarters, Inc., Virginia Beach, VA)

http://www.creativegrowth.com/qquotes.htm

Disgrace is like the grain of a tree trunk — time makes it bigger instead of erasing it.

JAPANESE

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“It was his subconscious which told him this—that infuriating part of a person’s brain which never responds to interrogation, merely gives little meaningful nudges and then sits humming quietly to itself, saying nothing.”

― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

The biggest challenge after success is shutting up about it. Criss Jami

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“Bear in mind three essential qualities in all games of intellect:– Never to show selfishness or to wound the feelings of your adversary. To be modest with a good game. To lose without ill-temper, and to win without bragging.”

W. Patterson

“Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.” Robert A. Heinlein

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“I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.”

Kahlil Gibran

“That’s a spiritual lifestyle, being willing to admit that you don’t know everything and that you were wrong about some things. It’s about making a list of all the people you’ve harmed, either emotionally or physically or financially, and going back and making amends. That’s a spiritual lifestyle. It’s not a fluffy ethereal concept.”

Anthony Kiedis, Scar Tissue

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“And no, it wasn’t shame I now felt, or guilt, but something rarer in my life and stronger than both: remorse. A feeling which is more complicated, curdled, and primeval. Whose chief characteristic is that nothing can be done about it: too much time has passed, too much damage has been done, for amends to be made.”

Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

And they have said there is a man in the moon,Watching eternally, sleepless and undying.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article11102366

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In the beginning of all things, wisdom and knowledge were with the animals, for Tirawa, the One Above, did not speak directly to man. He sent certain animals to tell men that he showed himself through the beast, and that from them, and from the stars and the sun and moon should man learn  ….  all things tell of Tirawa.

http://www.angelfire.com/md/elanmichaels/naquotations.html

Adversity builds character. After a storm, things will stand on more solid ground than they did before.

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Japanese_proverbs

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THE STORM

The waves were breaking on the

rocks,

The wind was howling near,

And all the ships were safe at

dock,

Or tied up to the pier.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article23227505

Flies will swarm before a storm.

A hundred years of regret pay not a farthing of debt. Fr. Ger.

"Proverbs, Maxims and Phrases of All Ages: Classified Subjectively and Arranged Alphabetically"

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Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.

George Sand

http://www.researchover.com/quotes/topics/regret/

foto – a cottage on the south coast 2010

After a foolish deed comes remorse. Kenya.

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A WASTED LIFE

A wasted life! This sad refrain

Comes surging through my ears again;

There’s no escape from thee, though fiend;

Thou art borne to me on every wind –

A wasted life! A wasted life!

By day or night, no peace for me;

Still, still before me I can see

The fragments of the dear dead past,

Which I (Oh! fool) from me have cast

A wasted life! A wasted life!

I’ve tried to drown in lethean drain

This ruthless voice; but all in vain;

It comes with ten-fold force again,

And brings remorse to swell and strain

A wasted life! A wasted life!

From out this deep dark Stygian sea,

While vainly struggling to be free,

I look above, and pray that I

No more may hear that awful cry

A wasted life! A wasted life!

MELINDA KENDALL.

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sites 2c – http://www.special-dictionary.com/proverbs/source/k/kenya_proverb/

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When a person regrets endlessly, he gets to pay more for what he regrets. Nigeria.

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Petit Testament

In the twenty-fifth year of my age
I find myself to be a dromedary
That has run short of water between
One oasis and the next mirage
And having despaired of ever
Making my obsessions intelligible
I am content at last to be
The sole clerk of my metamorphoses.
Begin here:

Ern Malley

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sites 2c http://www.motherlandnigeria.com/proverbs.html#WisdomAge

http://jacketmagazine.com/17/ern-poems.html

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To travel across the Atlantic we make much preparation ; but to travel through time, we make little or no preparation. This is folly !

 

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"Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living."  Miriam Beard

foto – gwydir highway from grafton to glen innes nov 09.

It is a foolish bird," we say, " that fouls its own nest,

"Proverb lore; many sayings, wise or otherwise, on many subjects, gleaned from many sources"

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Spain : " A little bird must have a little nest " — a lesson in contentment, a warning against pretension and undue importance.

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The nest of a blind bird is made by God," is a beautiful lesson of resignation and faith.

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"Do not insult a crocodile while your feet are still in the water." South Africa

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Deep waters noiseless are, and this we know. That chiding streams betray small depth below."  Herrick.

"Proverb lore; many sayings, wise or otherwise, on many subjects, gleaned from many sources"

foto – floods in ulmarra may 2009

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. Anais Nin.

"Proverb lore; many sayings, wise or otherwise, on many subjects, gleaned from many sources"

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To meet an old friend is as the delightfulness of rain after drought

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He who travels alone tells lies

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Lions tawny in the hair Any living thing will dare ; But when lions’ hair is hoar, Lions lions are no more.

LYNNE KATE CURLS

Prejudice is like a hair across your cheek.
You can’t see it, you can’t find it with your
fingers, but you keep brushing
at it because the feel of it is irritating.
Marian Anderson

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UBR, Inc.

foto – kate and lynne in the late 1970s urunga