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We are symbols, and inhabit symbols.


Here are the Organ Pipes of Mount Wellington with a smattering of snow. The Organ Pipes are dolerite columns that range up to 125 metres tall, and are a fine example of a scrag. Apparently people climb these things. For fun. Really. Mind you, there is a whole community of people who think that fairies are real, so it takes all sorts...

Anyway, this is the kind of winter I can cope with! Snow! A chill the the air but sun on your cheek! Blue sky! Enough rain now people! We need a break! I've got playgroup tomorrow!

Have a poem:
romance

she knew that he wanted her
wanted ownership of her
of the idea of her
at least

part of her wanted to be wanted
for her wanting wanting
came naturally
as breath

naturally he wanted an answer
she wanted questions
of course things
got messy

it wouldn’t couldn’t shouldn’t work
it didn’t work
of
course

Comments

Hallam said…
Where have the comics gone? More comics please!
Anonymous said…
we have stove pipe formations in Mammoth California. Nice to look at but I wouldn't try to climb them
EG CameraGirl said…
But fairies ARE real. Admit it, Kris! ;-)

Interesting rock formations. I wouldn't want to climb them though. I'm afraid of heights.
smudgeon said…
Fairies are just as real as scrags.

Yes, where did all the Krispy Strps go?
Roddy said…
Getting back to your header on the post. Is that a phallic symbol on top of the Organ Pipes?
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, they're back with a special guest!
Kris McCracken said…
PasadenaA, nor would I!
Kris McCracken said…
YEGTG, I know a few too...
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, phallogocentrism is a bane of modern life.
Roddy said…
Phallogocentrism! I didn't waste my money, did I son?

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