Saturday, April 24, 2010
In the sandpit. Again. March 2010.
We've been spending an awful lot of time in the sandpit. I'm breaking convention today and pasting Henry and Ezra in the morning, as my two little men fit the poem. Do yourself a favour and read it.
Men, by Maya Angelou
When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pause,
Their shoulders high like the
Breasts of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a
Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.
Then the window draws full upon
Your mind. There, just beyond
The sway of curtains, men walk.
But this time, I will simply
Stand and watch.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Sunrise to the east of Geilston Bay, April 2010.
Why does Autumn have the best colours?
Why do geoducks look the way that they do?
Do conjoined twins pay for one ticket or two tickets when they go to see a film?
Why are people so unkind?
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Two seagulls in the sun at Opossum Bay. March 2010.
Theme Thursday. Hmmmm.
My tendency to pick the image and title prior to learning the topic often makes it hard.
Here we go:
Here you can see picks number 19 (foreground) and 23 (background) in the twenty-seventh annual Tasmanian seagull DRAFT. 19 is a lithe, cheeky, receiver- sort who's good on the outside of packs with a healthy turn of pace. 23 is a more old fashioned, in-and-under type who doesn't mind getting his knees dirty and has excellent core strength. He lacks somewhat in pace, but makes up for it in heart.
I've got a lot riding on these two.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Coming in to land at Hobart International Airport (as seen from Seven Mile Beach). February, 2010.
By the time that this post appears, I shall have already been up in a plane - very much like this one - and stalking the mean streets of Melbourne. I'm hoping that I manage to escape the hotbed of gangland mayhem and murder without a hit being taken out on me.
Thankfully, three things rest in my favour: i) it's a fly in and out all in the one day; ii) I'm not sure that the drug king pins are too fussed by me; iii) there is an ever increasing shortage of drug king pins to be fussed.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Here is a nifty little ad from China circa 1952 with the catchy slogan of "Resolutely cut off the bloody and criminal hand of the American aggressor that spreads germs".
It's something that modern day ads often miss these days: the fine art of subtlety.
Empty rubbish bins waiting to be taken in along the East Derwent Highway in Geilston Bay. April, 2010.
For some people, putting the bins out and bringing them back in constitutes the sum total of their exertions for the day.
That thought depresses me.
Yesterday was something of a victory though, I only had to righten three bins on the trip from the bus stop to home.
That pleasure should depress me.
Do you righten other people's bins when you walk up the footpath?
If not, why not?
Monday, April 19, 2010
They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
Tall ship is Sullivan's Cove as viewed through the window of a water taxi, March 2010.
I've just finished reading the blackly comic (and unremittingly bleak) The Restraint of Beasts by Magnus Mills on the bus in this morning. By golly if there was ever a book to explore the notion of work as a domineering force in the lives of workers, this is it! Check it out, even if your headspace is akin to mine at the moment.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
If you're in a car, don't even bother! Battery Point, April 2010.
Some bloke once sang "Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs, blockin' up the scenery, breakin' my mind". Don't I know it, Five Man Electrical Band.
Today's Sunday Top Five? My Top Five Favourite Signs!