Category Archives: WARNINGS

“The Wild Wood is pretty well populated by now; with all the usual lot, good, bad, and indifferent-I name no names. It takes all sorts to make a world.”


“‘Beyond the Wild Wood comes the Wide World,’ said the Rat. ‘And that’s something that doesn’t matter, either to you or me. I’ve never been there, and I’m never going, nor you either, if you’ve got any sense at all.'”
– Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

Is minic a bhris béal duine a shrón.

Many a time a man’s mouth broke his nose.


foto ulmarra pub near grafton nsw australia


Adams and Flinders

Marc Glasby

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

A warning to the wise is a blessing, to the fool an insult.

Swahili Proverbs

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“I think the warning labels on alcoholic beverages are too bland. They should be more vivid. Here is one I would suggest: “Alcohol will turn you into the same asshole your father was.”
― George Carlin, When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?

“I think the discomfort that some people feel in going to the monkey cages at the zoo is a warning sign.”

Carl Sagan, The Varieties of Scientific Experience: A Personal View of the Search for God


“We seem to live in a world where forgetting and oblivion are an industry in themselves and very, very few people are remotely interested or aware of their own recent history, much less their neighbours’. I tend to think we are what we remember, what we know. The less we remember, the less we know about ourselves, the less we are.

(Interview with Three Monkeys Online, October 2008)”
Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Don’t cough in a hiding place. Sudanese Proverb.


I’d always watch for fishing lines, for sinkers and for floats,

and I’d be swimming nowhere near the harbours full of boats;

I’d keep away from swimming holes, of beaches I’d stay clear,

and you would never find me hiding underneath the pier.

foto – hiding in a pink tent in raleigh november 2010

I think there is a choice possible to us at any moment, as long as we live. But there is no sacrifice. There is a choice, and the rest falls away. Second choice does not exist. Beware of those who talk about sacrifice. Muriel Rukeyser 1913-1980,


A burthen of one’s choice is not felt

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

foto – scoob indoors at raleigh

"The whisperer’s tongue is worse than the serpent’s venom.” (Latin).

"Curiosities in Proverbs: A Collection of Unusual Adages, Maxims, Aphorisms, Phrases and Other …"



I wonder why it is, that young men are always cautioned against bad girls. Anyone can handle a bad girl. It’s the good girls men should be warned against.
David Niven

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“Me bleach hard lass night", I partied straight through the night. Jamaica.

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Metho Drinker


Under the death of winter’s leaves he lies
who cried to Nothing and the terrible night
to be his home and bread. "O take from me
the weight and waterfall ceaseless Time
that batters down my weakness; the knives of light
whose thrust I cannot turn; the cruelty
of human eyes that dare not touch nor pity."
Under the worn leaves of the winter city
safe in the house of Nothing now he lies.

His white and burning girl, his woman of fire,
creeps to his heart and sets a candle there
to melt away the flesh that hides from bone,
to eat the nerve that tethers him in time.
He will lie warm until the bone is bare
and on a dead dark moon he wakes alone.
It was for Death he took her; death is but this;
and yet he is uneasy under her kiss
and winces from that acid of her desire.


foto – new years blue moon 2010

Pro 27:1 Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.

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The stick of warnings hurts. It punishes when you do not listen to warnings.

Swahili Proverbs

Center for African Studies
University of Illinois, Urbana-Champaign


foto – iluka pelicans dec 09

Clouds gather before a storm.


O ease our restlessness, Wild wandering dark,

vague hurrying depths of storm, pause and be full,

and thrust your fullness into our desire

till time release us, till we sleep.  And wake

to a cool sky and a soaked earth left bare

to drink its light in peace


foto – clouds over ulmarra 2009 december