I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral
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I have an art blog and am looking for new friends who comment and keep coming back are you up to it?
Take care and I value relationships and art obviously but most importantly my type of friends. I hope to see you soon...
Congratulations with your more than 700 photos!!
I am so glad to be looking at all his photos and reading your commentary.
P.S: India is set to force a follow-on upon Australia :-)
Thought of just rubbing it in. :-D
Tania, he was a big ‘un alright.
Blognote, thanks very much, I shall endeavour to find more time to spend on those comments, I’m a bit stretched at the moment.
Priyanka, I reckon that it will wind up another dull draw.
Henry’s birthday is on Thursday. In his honour, they have declared it a public holiday. They’ve even decided to call that day “family day” at the Royal Hobart Show. His actual party will be on Sunday though. I intend to get photos.
April, they are exactly the right words!