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The totally convinced and the totally stupid have too much in common for the resemblance to be accidental.

Lineup. East Derwent Highway, the Lindisfarne/Geilston Bay border. September 2013. Theme Thursday ? FASCINATION? Words. Birds. Long dead musicians. Colours. Directions. Computer games. Memories memories memories memories memories memories. Noise. Silence. Space. Space. Space. Peace and aggression.

A man must be both stupid and uncharitable who believes there is no virtue or truth but on his own side.

Heading to work #1. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. July 2013. Theme Thursday ? INVENTIONS? I wish that someone never INVENTed zombies. Heading to work #2. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. July 2013.

On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

The darling buds of May #1. Derwent Avenue, Lindisfarne. May 2013. This Theme Thursday brings with it a MYSTERIOUS selection of philosophical musings from a seried of over-educated ignoramuses. The first asserts "I do not know what I am: I am not what I know." The second, "But if cattle and horses or lions had hands, or were able to draw with their hands and do the works that men can do, horses would draw the form of their gods like horses, and cattle like cattle, and they would make their gods' bodies resemble their own." The first retorts, "When the danger is so great that death has become the hope, then despair is the hopelessness of not being able to die." "Quite", I said. The darling buds of May #2. Derwent Avenue, Lindisfarne. May 2013.

Zen does not confuse spirituality with thinking about God while one is peeling potatoes. Zen spirituality is just to peel the potatoes.

Hats are critical. But then again, so is seeing where you're going...

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

You might be surprised that it's been rather dry around these parts of late...

Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.

So which way is Mecca again?

Zen does not confuse spirituality with thinking about God while one is peeling potatoes. Zen spirituality is just to peel the potatoes.

Good advice? The Lindisfarne/ Geilston Bay border, East Derwent Highway. June 2012. Theme Thursday and I'm set for an all day series of meetings. All that I can say is, ' We made of BEDS, now we have to lie in them!"

I can't talk to a man who bears an undeserved animosity towards ferrets.

Word is that a fox has been sighted in the Geilston Bay/ Lindisfarne area. Somebody call the task force !

hoist / your dark scribbled flags / but take / my hand

What's going on? Derwent Avenue, Lindisfarne. January 2012. Happy birthday Jen! You don't look a day over [please insert most appropriate age here] ! Implosions , Adrienne Rich The world's not wanton only wild and wavering I wanted to choose words that even you would have to be changed by Take the word of my pulse, loving and ordinary Send out your signals, hoist your dark scribbled flags but take my hand All wars are useless to the dead My hands are knotted in the rope and I cannot sound the bell My hands are frozen to the switch and I cannot throw it The foot is in the wheel When it's finished and we're lying in a stubble of blistered flowers eyes gaping, mouths staring dusted with crushed arterial blues I'll have done nothing even for you?

We can't all do everything.

Forward! I'm tipping Henry to lead North Korea into a peaceful and prosperous future! Well, that or a nuclear catastrophe...

Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.

Since this day, I've sworn myself to the policy of nothing but Calipos or Dixie Cups until they are eight...