Category Archives: URGENCY

Don’t dance on a volcano. – French

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It was the last wish of the Icelandic economy that its ashes be spread over Europe.

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Tuesday Poem: The Johnsonville Volcano

The sea has flooded Lambton Quay,
turned buses into hydrofoils.
A subtle charcoal pinstripe is all the rage
in this year’s range of swimsuits for officials.
The Johnsonville Volcano erupted on Saturday,
turning three prime retail outlets into slag.
Brave shoppers, risking a fiery death,
shepherded whiteware to safety.
Blame isostatic rebound. Blame white elephants
and their love of motorway construction.
We’ve learned that indoor sports centres
readily convert to swimming pools.
We’ve learned that nature doesn’t stuff around.
Wear something light and ash-resistant.
Get on the road early. Fit asbestos tyres
to the wheels of your asbestos car.

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The paths of greed and vanity will always lead to one’s downfall.”

― Timothy Pina

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When written in Chinese, the word ‘crisis’ is composed of two characters–one represents danger and one represents opportunity.

If there is no wind, row.


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“She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.”

― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

Spending more time with friends and family costs nothing. Nor does walking, cooking, meditating, making love, reading or eating dinner at the table instead of in front of the television. Simply resisting the urge to hurry is free.”

― Carl Honoré, In Praise of Slowness: Challenging the Cult of Speed

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It is the work of one’s hands that decides what one eats for dinner – for some it is pounded yam, for others it is pounded plantain or nothing.

Life is like a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the intrument as you go along”

― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

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“Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in everything write the word ‘finis’ in time; we must restrain ourselves, when it becomes urgent; we must draw the bolt on the appetite, play a fantasia on the violin, then break the strings with our own hand. The Wise man is he who knows when and how to stop.”

― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables