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 still have my first cassette player with me and the collection of all my music cassettes as well. Whenever I feel nostalgic, I switch that on and listen to my old, old collection of songs. It is therapeutic.
By the way, Ez is looking quite sporty in the t-shirt and shorts. Looks like he wants to have his way with Henry.
BAH!
We were lucky to have a couple of rocks to listen to. And that were our dinner too!
The fact that this makes him laugh is an added bonus.
Oh to be a little kid again!!
Anyway, if they want vinyl then it all lives here.