Category Archives: SUGGESTIONS

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/

up through the thin and fractured membrane of our bubble the looking-glass searching space

http://www.davidhallett.com/david-hallett-poem-the-bubble.html

The Bubble

every night
the coal-fired city glistens
it hums and fumes,
market shelves bristle
whiplash cracks of stilettos echo along arcades
takeaway espressos are texting Bali at the ATM feedlot,
everyone queues
queueing for peakhour, queueing for home;
in the happy hour
(waiting to be happy)
herds of bachelors prowl under mirror-balls
with schooner shaped hands pulsing,
slow motion cars crash on a multi-screen comedy show
million dollar footballs are kicked around arenas
drunken heads are kicked into concrete
drunk women are pulled into fast cars;
they’re only taking potshots out in the western sprawl
the odd stray bullet of gangland tit-for-tat
scaring the pigeons –
we deadlock against the headlines:
crisis shambles scandal chaos
surfing channels
nature is a TV doco
climate change is a prank phone call –
boats keep coming
gate-crashing the party
shocking the shock-jocks of 24/7 puppetry;
we read each other like barcodes
like molten icebergs
like sprinklers sprucing desert parklands,
we are a fire sale on fire,
electric billboards howl
you want it! now!
while a roll-call of extinction reads:
tigers, koalas, polar bears, frogs, bees,
we are failing at chemistry, at biology physics history
we are at war with religion
we are winning at scrabble, at Facebook
at the technobabble of apps and acronyms…
up through the thin and fractured membrane of our bubble
the looking-glass searching space
for a drop of water, a skerrick of life –
nothing, nowhere to conquer
to mine, to drain, to suck the gas,
just this solitary sphere, a breath of life,
this tiny troubled tired and wasting bubble.

David Hallett

 

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“This explosive psychological ‘sneaking’ occurs when a woman suppresses large parts of self into the shadows of the psyche. In the view of analytical psychology, the repression of both negative and positive instincts, urges, and feelings into the unconscious causes them to inhabit a shadow realm. While the ego and superego attempt to continue to censor the shadow impulses, the very pressure that repression causes is rather like a bubble in the sidewall of a tire. Eventually, as the tire revolves and heats up, the pressure behind the bubble intensifies, causing it to explode outward, releasing all the inner content. 

The shadow acts similarly.  We find that by opening the door to the shadow realm a little, and letting out various elements a few at a time, relating to them, finding use for them, negotiating, we can reduce being surprised by shadow sneak attacks and unexpected explosions.” 

― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype

Never cuss bridge that you cross.

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

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“Every path we take in life, we make the decision to pursue a dream. We travel the path of our dreams on a mental path of a narrow bridge; we must stay focused on our goal and not fear, lest we lose our balance of purpose and fall.”

― Ellen J. Barrier

Ukiona vyaelea vimeundwa. If you see vessels afloat, remember they have been built. Swahili.

http://www.chineblog.com/2009/10/a-nice-proverb-for-a-sunday-morning/

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In the mornings, ashamed—
    ’Twas the last drink he blamed,
Though the first was the matter with Jerry,
    With his nerve out of joint,
    He’d sneak down to Blue’s Point,
And he’d cross by the horse-and-cart ferry,
Like a thief—by the horse-and-cart ferry.

Henry Lawson

1867-1922, written in 1908.

OLDPOETRY.COM

foto – yamba-iluka ferry dec 2009

Louis Armstrong: I don’t let my mouth say nothin’ my head can’t stand.

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Its not restricted by elements of weather,
Nor hindered by boundaries of time.
It can’t be bought sold or tied with tether,
It’s no more yours than it is mine.
The weight of its cargo is boundless,
So for the want of a suitable epitaph
Try unstoppable, necessary and priceless,
The grand old Bush Telegraph.

© Ron Wilson

http://bushroots.com/wp/2009/03/the-bush-telegraph/

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http://www.abc.net.au/rural/telegraph/poetry/default.htm

foto- wires and clouds ulmarra dec 09.

Little boy who won’t listen to his mother dies under the Monday sun. (French Guiana— Creole).

 

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If you see your neighbour’s beard on fire, water your own. (Martinique Creole). Advice given to people who, seeing the results of wrongdoing in others, refuse to turn from their evil ways.

"Curiosities in Proverbs: A Collection of Unusual Adages, Maxims, Aphorisms …" 1916.

FOTO – RAINBOW BAY QLD 2007