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I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

Gull. Bellerive Beach, Bellerive. February 2013. Sula , Toni Morrison: Part-critique of heterosexual institutions, part-exploration of friendship amid a backdrop of family, love, race, and the human condition. Very strange. B- . A Swell Looking Babe , Jim Thompson: Another one of Thompson's odd blend of hard-boiled crime noires and Freudian psychodrama (this one from 1954). The Oedipal subtext is not exactly subtle and the apparent central action of a vicious robbery really is a subsidiary plot to the real drama taking place inside our central character's head. I enjoyed it. B .

Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.

Zu springen Heinrich!

You specialize in something until one day you find it is specializing in you.

Not that my children have (wisely) embraced Australian Rules Football and the mighty Essendon Bombers , Henry and I have been working very hard on his fundamentals. His endurance and speed is top notch and while his handballing needs a bit of work, it is not bad for a fellow of his age. He's getting the hang of keeping his eyes on the ball and is thus improving his marking in leaps and bounds. On that, he has a fair bit of spring in his step, so his leaps and bounds are very strong. Where he lets himself down is in the kicking department. He reminds me a little of Michael Symons, poor technique and prone to rush it. Next stop, electrodes .

Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave when they think that their children are naive.

Without one of those track dolly thingamajigs, I had to rely on good old fashioned feet running running running to get the shot...

Remember: Y'all is singular. All y'all is plural. All y'all's is plural possessive.

Seagulls, council buildings, museum roofs, flags, it's all happening here! Today the gang and I are headed up to the loveliest coast of Tasmania - the North West Coast - for some well earned rest [HAH!]. As Internet access will be uneven, if at all, I'm programming the robot again to take care of the posting while we're on the road. I've instructed him to scan the archives and post some of my favourite poems each morning. Consider this week my very own Poetry Festival . Feel free to share your picks if you think I'm backing duds. First up? i like my body when it is with your , e.e. cummings i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of...