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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The ladders? Do they actually go anywhere or do they stop at the top and bottom of each ledge?
Fabulous photo Krispy
A fool and his typos are soon prated.
Speaking of Marxists, I've been listening to a CD (which no doubt you know) Billy Bragg and Wilco - Mermaid Avenue.
I love a particular track on it "The Unwelcome Guest" - good stuff, will be putting it in the play book.
Vince, you know that there are two volumes of those albums? I saw BB tour the first one (minus Wilco). He even did the Uni Bar, back when the Uni Bar had real music.
Valarie, 10 Murray is a
common theme here...