Saturday, January 01, 2011
Keep on the grass. Princes Park, Battery Point. December 2010.
The blandly-titled Princes Park features the impressive structure that lures children from all over Hobart. Unfortunately, it seems that Battery Point has some kind of dress code, as all the kids seem to be little fashion plates...
Grass, Carl Sandburg
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work---
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Part monkey, part pirate; Ezra has been practicing his scaling of the rope ladder (with cutlass tucked down the back of the pants), before he ships out to the Somalian coast...
Ampelmännchen, Ich werde auf dich warten. Campbell Straße, December 2010.
The Christmas/New Year period has derailed my reading somewhat. Who knew that so much literary graft could be achieved on public transport and during lunch breaks through the week?
That said, I'm knee deep in Gert Hofmann's Luck, and should be finished in a few days. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. I think that much will depend on where he takes the tale...
Thursday, December 30, 2010
No man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.
There's a wall. And some power lines. New Town Road, New Town. December 2010.
It's still 2010 and I am so very, very tired.
I think that I'll go to the beach today...
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
I see a tree. Geilston Bay High School, December 2010.
Sturm und Drang.
Drang and Sturm.
Not stress. Urge. That's not a slight distinction.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
You keep playing up Hank, and this here seaweed is going to be your dinner.
And I'm not deep-frying it.
There be many a window there. Royal Hobart Hospital, Hobart. December 2010.
The windows are the eyes of the sole. I think.
Do you know who would make a beautiful woman? Boutros Boutros-Ghali.
I believe that the name 'Darren' is cursed.
Mister Mister. No good.
The year is nearly over.
Probably for the best.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Ezra awaits the arrival of the orcas. You can’t see it in this photo, but just behind those dunes he’s sharpened up the knives and is ready to gut and fillet the colossal
Dip ‘em in a bit of olive oil, roll in some fresh rosemary and tarragon, stick ‘em on the grill and serve with a nice summer salad.
Although it is not true that all conservatives are stupid people, it is true that most stupid people are conservative.
A moon over Davey Street. Hobart, December 2010.
The chimney belonged to the Hobart Gas Company, and was built in 1854 to establish a gasworks to lighten the city streets. This was the third gasworks in the southern hemisphere, but we all know that it really was the best.
A lot of bricks, piled real high... Hobart, December 2010.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
So Christmas is done and dusted for another year. All we have left is to get out in the water, catch us a few fresh Orcinus orcas, fire up the barbie and we’ve got ourselves a traditional Tasmanian New Year Hāngi!
Get to it Henry!
Very little action at the bus stop. Campbell Street, Hobart. December 2010.
Boxing Day? BAH! The Easter eggs will be out soon.
This year - excluding picture books - I've read eighty-five books! Jen guessed at sixty, I was thinking seventy, so eighty-five is a sounf tally that leaves me a good selection for today's Sunday Top Five: My Top Five Books That I've Read This Year! Bear in mind that these are books I've read and enjoyed this year, not books released this year. Let's see if this year's crop can top last year...
- Fatelessness by Imre Kertész
- Lucky Jim by Kingsley Amis
- The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene
- Popular Music from Vittula by Mikael Niemi
- The Restraint of Beasts by Magnus Mills
Just missing the cut, and again in chronological order (in terms of my reading it): The Quiet American, Graham Greene; Closely observed trains, Bohumil Hrabal; Mercedes-Benz, Pawel Huelle; The Middle Parts of Fortune, Frederic Manning; The End of the Affair, Graham Greene; The Millstone, Margaret Drabble; Saturday Night and Sunday Morning, Alan Sillitoe; The Ice Palace, Tarjei Vesaas; A Kind of Loving, Stan Barstow; A Season in Sinji, J.L. Carr; and An Artist of the Floating World, Kazuo Ishiguro.
I'd happily recommend all of these. What are you waiting for?