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Be content to remember that those who can make omelettes properly can do nothing else.

Have I mentioned how proud Henry is of Tasmania's beaches...?

The grammar turned and attacked me.

The wild North West. Somewhere between Elizabeth Town and Deloraine. February 2012. Grammar has a way of attacking one... A Valediction Forbidding Mourning , Adrienne Rich My swirling wants. Your frozen lips. The grammar turned and attacked me. Themes, written under duress. Emptiness of the notations. They gave me a drug that slowed the healing of wounds. I want you to see this before I leave: the experience of repetition as death the failure of criticism to locate the pain the poster in the bus that said: my bleeding is under control A red plant in a cemetary of plastic wreaths. A last attempt: the language is a dialect called metaphor. These images go unglossed: hair, glacier, flashlight. When I think of a landscape I am thinking of a time. When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever. I could say: those mountains have a meaning but further than that I could not say. To do something very common, in my own way.

A man will renounce any pleasures you like but he will not give up his suffering.

Ezra is not too sure of the dinosaurs at the Queen Victoria Museum and Art Gallery in Launceston. In his defence, the Allosaurus was rather intimidating...

The reason a writer writes a book is to forget a book and the reason a reader reads one is to remember it.

Wise words. State Library of Tasmania, Murray Street, Hobart. February 2012. Two contemporary European novels this week, one Norwegian and one French. Professor Andersen’s Night by Dag Solstad is an odd little existentialist novel that explores the breakdown of the titular literary academic. The once radical Professor Andersen is now divorced, middle-aged and alone. Moreover, the distinguished Ibsen scholar believes that he has witnessed a murder on Christmas Eve which sparks a crises of self and purpose. Despite the centrality of the murder and the vivid Oslo (and Trondheim) setting, this one is most definitely not a slice of Nordic noir. Long, rambling sentences of interior monologue follow the contortions of an academic mind defying rational intentions. The book is a little bit of a grind, as the central character is designed to be unlikable. The Professor’s crisis stems from the subtle realisation (and fear) of the pointlessness of his career. Indeed, underneath it all his whole e...

There are no absolute rules of conduct, either in peace or war. Everything depends on circumstances.

Henry tests out the acoustic mirror on show at the Queen Victoria Museum and Art Gallery in Launceston. If you've never had the pleasure, acoustic mirrors reflect and concentrate sound waves. Thus, Henry can whisper something in this great big dish and a hundred metres away Ezra can hear everything that he says in another dish. Top stuff! They've blinded me with science...

Technological discoveries are the spermatozoa of social change.

Escapee dog walks on air. Table Cape, Tasmania's North West Coast. February 2012. This Theme Thursday we are not talking about monkey's in rhinestone vests, we are talking BUBBLES. "BUBBLES?", you ask. Yes, BUBBLES. When I say BUBBLES I don't mean a thin, hemispherical film of liquid filled with air or gas (i.e. 'I'm forever blowing BUBBLES in the air"). Nor do I mean a globular body of air or gas formed within a liquid (i.e. 'fart in the bath'). No, when I think BUBBLES I think of something insubstantial , something groundless , something ephemeral . Not wanting to burst your BUBBLE S , but BUBBLES are usually impracticable illusions. That monkey you bought and stuck in nappies? It's never going to be human! That dog you saw floating in the air up at Table Cape? It was just rounding the crest!

I'll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.

Ezra's trapped in solitary confinement at Richmond Gaol? HELP!

The only true love is love at first sight; second sight dispels it.

Grapefruit in the bay. Kangaroo Bay, Bellerive. February 2012. Each Watery Wednesday must feature all sorts of flotsam and jetsam. I am not sure whether today's grapefruit constitutes flotsam or jetsam . The romantic in me would like to think that it was an intriguing bit of flotsam , making it all the way to Bellerive via the great Southern Ocean current after a Chilean fruit tender struck a rogue squid or something or other. It is of course more likely to be jetsam , cast aside by some foolish rapscallion as part of some sophomoric prank. BAH! [Of course, maritime law seems flotsam as floating wreckage of a ship or its cargo . Conversely, jetsam is part of a ship, its equipment, or its cargo that is purposefully cast overboard or jettisoned to lighten the load in time of distress and that sinks or is washed ashore .]

Insurrection is an art, and like all arts has its own laws.

Henry investigates the green rocks at Sisters Beach...

The truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression. It is possible to lie, and even to murder, with the truth.

This ole house. Christmas Hills Raspberry Farm , somewhere between between Elizabeth Town and Deloraine. February 2012. Tuesday Q and A and I continue to steal questions from Sunday Stealing. This week I am stealing The 99'er Meme: Part 2 26) Are you happy with the person you've become? On occasion. It depends on my mood. 27) What's a sound you hate; sound you love? Hate: whining and complaining. Love: rolling waves. 28) What's your biggest "what if"? "What if I didn't...?" 29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I don't believe in ghosts. I believe in the probability of 'aliens', but not the assertion that they regularly visit Earth and anally-probe Americans in lower socio-economic brackets. 30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. Right: A Toy Story jigsaw puzzle. Left: Ezra. 31) Smell the air. What do you smell? Pain. 32) What's the worst place you have ever been to? There...

Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.

Who would have thought that large urinating squids could be so much fun? Well done Burnie City Council!

If we had had more time for discussion we should probably have made a great many more mistakes.

Lighthouse #1. Table Cape, Tasmania's North West. February 2012. The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (as well as a LOT of crap.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... How Stephen Colbert is winning the war against the Supreme Court and the super PACs... The BBC ask the question as to just when did the middle finger become offensive? Exploring the reality of the gender wage gap in Australia... Historians finding nice things to say about Attila the Hun... Lighthouse #2. Table Cape, Tasmania's North West. February 2012.

We are tomorrow's past.

Henry approaches the pinnacle of The Nut...

Fervour is the weapon of choice of the impotent.

Lounging around on the Tasmanian Riviera. Emu Heights, Burnie. February 2012. Today I am compiling a Top Five Places That We Visited On Our Trip To The North West And Back! The Booming Metropolis of Burnie The Nut, Stanley Table Cape Lighthouse (and surrounds) Sisters Beach and Boat Harbour Beach Queen Victoria Museum and Art Gallery in Launceston (on the way back)