Category Archives: VIOLENCE

A wise man associating with the vicious becomes an idiot; a dog traveling with good men becomes a rational being.

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“Sure, we’d faced some things as children that a lot of kids don’t. Sure, Justin had qualified for his Junior de Sade Badge in his teaching methods for dealing with pain. We still hadn’t learned, though, that growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you’re just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something.

Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There’s the little empty pain of leaving something behind – gradutaing, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There’s the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expecations. There’s the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn’t give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life they grow and learn. There’s the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens.

And if you’re very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realized that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last – and yet will remain with you for life.

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don’t feel it.

Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.”

― Jim Butcher

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“To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal. You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal.” ― Malcolm X

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Elegant Violence

Aufie Zophy

After five days of gloom 
and dark monsoon, 
sparks of colour in the sunrise
betray an enticing pause in the season

Strong winds still stand 
and sweep up white chunks of water
that jump out of the sea
in violent bouts of elegance

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/y-elegant-violence/

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Ali Cobby Eckermann. little bit long time.

http://www.emsah.uq.edu.au/awsr/new_site/awbr_archive/147/Cobby.htm

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foto of wallabies hidden in the grasses near the shack at brierfield just out of bellingen

 

 

I am but an humble explorer of the science of non-violence. Its hidden depths sometimes stagger me
just as much as they stagger fellow-workers

Ghandi.

However big the whale may be, the tiny harpoon can rob him of life.

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On the whales’ road

They found a Neanderthal skull in the North Sea,

shallow sea that was land.  Just a bone left,

shielded once in its skim of skin like the soft lives

running their course above on the whales’ road.

He’s his own message in a bottle, delivered by sea

as the fire takes messages to the questionable gods.

http://redroomcompany.org/poem/graeme-miles/whales-road/

 

 

 

 

The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. It weeps for distant things…”

– Garcia Lorca

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People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands – literally thousands – of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.” 

― Nick Hornby, High Fidelity

Sometimes, if you aren’t sure about something, you just have to jump off the bridge and grow your wings on the way down.”

— Danielle Steel

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“My dad is much too smart and complicated to ever express himself through brute violence, but he had a bad temper under the influence. When he was drunk, he’d act out by making inappropriate comments at the expense of those in his presence. Needless to say, he burned many bridges that way.”

― Slash with Anthony Bozza

True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar; it comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring. Martin Luther King Jr.

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I don’t like your generation, Miss Gray. I don’t like your arrogance, your selfishness, your selfishness, your violence, THE CURIOUS SELECTIVITY OF YOUR COMPASSION. You pay for nothing with your own coin, not even for your ideals. You denigrate and destroy and never build. You invite punishment like rebellious children, then scream when you are punished. The men I knew, the men I was brought up with, were not like that. " P.D. James.

Health is better than wealth.

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The Old Black Billy and Me

by Louis Esson

The sheep are yarded, an’ I sit

Beside the fire an’ poke at it.

Far from talk an’ booze o’ men

Glad, I’m glad I’m back agen

On the station, wi’ me traps

An’ fencin’ wire, an’ tanks an’ taps,

Back to salt-bush plains, an’ flocks,

An’ old bark hut be the apple-box.

I turn the slipjack, make the tea,

All’s as still as still can be –

An’ the old black billy winks at me.

Old Australian Food Recipes

 

foto – jacaranda day 2009 in grafton nsw.