Saturday, March 13, 2010
You're insane. And you can take your Burkean nonsense and stick it too. Marx was right about that toad to the bourgeoisie.
Here's Mount Wellington as viewed from the south east, from the beach of Opossum Bay. What could be finer when sittung on the beach than reading poems featuring peaches?
Nothing, that's what!
Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm, by Carl Phillips
So that each
is its own, now--each has fallen, blond stillness.
Closer, above them,
the damselflies pass as they would over water,
if the fruit were water,
or as bees would, if they weren't
somewhere else, had the fruit found
already a point more steep
in rot, as soon it must, if
none shall lift it from the grass whose damp only
softens further those parts where flesh
There are those
whom no amount of patience looks likely
to improve ever, I always said, meaning
gift is random,
here withheld--almost always
as it's turned out: how your hands clear
easily the wreckage;
how you stand--like a building for a time condemned,
then deemed historic. Yes. You
will be saved.
Friday, March 12, 2010
You'll note that the jetty you see before you here is the very same jetty in the blog header!
The jetty can be found here on the eastern shore, right on the edge of Bellerive. It may or may not be true that this very jetty was used as the home base of the Great Penguin Hunt of 1882, where over twenty-seven million fairy penguins were captured and processed into crumbed morsels passed off as chicken nuggets.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
It is a very great thing to be able to think as you like; but, after all, an important question remains: what you think.
Saint-Simon's contradictions amuse me. His rehabilitation of the flesh, I can agree with. His Nouveau Christianisme, less so. I bear no grudge to the notion of a meritocracy, but the vagaries in his though amount to too great a chasm for me to connect.
Can you believe it? Theme Thursday already?!?
So, the photo is again one taken on the tidal flat at Five Mile Beach, in the blazing sun. Wouldn't you know it, Ezra and Jen are re-enacting the Burke and Wills trek without HATS!http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif
As anyone who is anyone already knows, it was the distinct lack of hats - with corks - that did poor old Wills and Burke in.
That and being a pom and an Irishman in the Australian desert.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it's also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.
Dude, we're just sitting back in some boxes, shootin' the breeze and breaking each other's balls.
Here is a self portrait of the family out on the very same tidal flat featured yesterday afternoon. Can you pick who is who, from left to right?
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
The basic stimulus to the intelligence is doubt, a feeling that the meaning of an experience is not self-evident.
I've found the Stanley Kowalski approach to courtship a winner. There's nothing [NOTHING] that an independent, thinking, successful and confident woman likes more than domination.
Like a Subaru front wheel drive coupe; slap her around a bit, and she'll treat you right.
This ad has been revisited in the spirit of International Women's Day, which took place yesterday.
Some weeks ago, Henry, Ezra, Jen and I all set out on a jaunt down the
Here are some shot Henry took as we made our way under the Bridge. We had a good day for it weather wise, and the lads took their first foray into earning their sea legs! Antarctica next.
Crossing the bridge this morning - on a bus, overcast and grey - I was struck with three thoughts:
I'm wondering whether the three are related?
Monday, March 08, 2010
Ideology, politics and journalism, which luxuriate in failure, are impotent in the face of hope and joy.
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Just to the north west of Seven Mile Beach, there is its somewhat lesser sibling Five Mile Beach. At certain times of the day, Five Mile Beach shows off all of the glories that can be found in a tidal flat. Not the least of which is a tendency to mirage.
Is that Garden Isle I see before thee?
Today's Sunday Top Five? In honour of the terrible twosome, I present to you my Top Five Synonyms For The Word "Disturbance"!
Just missing the cut were hubbub, perturbation, tumult and good ol' maelstrom!
I feel all discombobulated now...