Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.

Jen contemplates the meaning of nothingness. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. March 2011.

Is nothing something?

Is absence presence?

If a void is an empty space and a vacuum is empty of matter is there such thing as a void? Is there such thing as a vacuum? If there is, does that mean that nothing is something?

Is non-existence essential for existence to be?

Is a void raw existence?

Is being being?

If we are nowhere are we anywhere? Anywhere must be somewhere, right?

If we are talking about nothing does that necessarily engender something?

Is a memory something? Is a real memory real? Is a real memory more real than an imagined memory?

Henry has be of absolutely no use at answering any of these questions, and Ezra is barely any better!

Comments

Carola said…

Sand is sand is sand.

1 June 2011 at 18:07

Roddy said…

'Space', is supposedly a void and yet it is full of everything. A vacuum, as demonstrated at school is minus oxygen. Space is a concept. Space is an idea. Space is the beginning and end of everything.

1 June 2011 at 20:32

Kris McCracken said…

Carola, unless it is dirt.

Roddy, actually space is the boundless, three-dimensional extent in which objects and events occur and have relative position and direction.

2 June 2011 at 14:03

Roddy said…

Touche. You have covered space nicely.

2 June 2011 at 15:48

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

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...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

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In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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