Here you can see the Tasman Bridge as seen from the CSIRO building down in Battery Point.
Now here is an experimental poem!
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Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land
Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...
Comments
Your poem here seems like a puzzle poem. I need to separate them out to get the words. I have been trying but not succeeded yet. Am I in the right direction? Or is this something else?
Those must be the words of your poem (am I right?), but then I cannot make the sentence out of it...grrr...ok, good excuse - English is not my tongue.
Ok, this is absolutely lovely. Come on, give us some more puzzles to work on.
in order to work I need some ideas
things need some ideas in order to work
ideas need some things in order to work
some things need ideals in order to work
??
Say, what?
Getting close?
Once the poem is out, the author is dead.
Long live the reader!