The society based on production is only productive, not creative.

It's raining again. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. July 2012.

Theme Thursday and I am stricken with CONFUSION.

I am CONFUSed because I have the flu.

I am CONFUSed that I have the flu even though I've had the flu shot.

I am CONFUSed because CONFUSION is the natural order of things.

I am CONFUSed that if you try to deliberately fail at something, and you succeed, which have you actually done?

I am CONFUSed that things often don't go to plan.

I am CONFUSed when people do things that I don't expect them to do.

I am CONFUSed about the Higgs-Boson Particle.

I am CONFUSed that if you expect the unexpected, doesn't that make the unexpected expected?

I am CONFUSed about bacon ice cream.

I am CONFUSed as to why so many people watch 'reality' competitive cooking television programs.

I am CONFUSed that so many people act against their own interests.

I am CONFUSed about countries who kill people who kill people to show people that killing people is wrong.

I am CONFUSed that there is so much CONFUSION about the place.

Comments

Unspoken said…

Me too, on most of these. But the flu shot always gives me the flu. Okay, twice. I no longer get it :).

3 August 2012 at 02:27

joanne said…

After reading about YOUR confusion, I had to admit that lots of what you stated confuses me too......that was a great take on prompt, and I smiled wide.

3 August 2012 at 04:07

Susan said…

Very cool! I like that you stuck some Holly Near in there (kill people to show that killing people is wrong, what a foolish notion . . .), some comedy--sort of Lily Tomlin-esque, and some science--what a mixed and right-on bag of fusion!

3 August 2012 at 14:03

Anonymous said…

I think this is a very moving poem. It begins simply then delves into more critical issues. Well done!

4 August 2012 at 03:20

Mrsupole said…

Hi Kris,

I am sorry that you have the flu and hope you are getting better. I did not get my flu shot this past winter and seem to have caught every flu, whereas when I got the shot I seemed to not get as sick.

I really like all your confused things and they all make sense to me about how we should be confused about each one.

Thanks for sharing such great confusing things for this weeks Theme Thursday. They were great.

God bless.

4 August 2012 at 18:28

Kris McCracken said…

Thanks!

11 August 2012 at 19:10

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.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

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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