This will hurt me...

Where are you headed? Denison Beach, Tasmania's East Coast. January 2013. It is Theme Thursday and there seems to be some complexity about the spelling of 'COMPLEXITY'S'. It would seem to me that complexity would only become COMPLEXITY'S in the context of the marking of possessive case (i.e. "for COMPLEXITY'S sake, the apostrophe can be useful".) If we're not talking about the possessive, and purely the plural, 'ies' comes into play (i.e. "there are many complexities in the world of grammar"). Perhaps the use of the possessive is deliberate, and I have a cheek to even raise it. In which case, I apologise. Carry on!

Anoplognathus at rest. Opossum Bay Beach, South Arm Peninsula. January 2013. Wordless Wednesday. Anoplognathus up close. Opossum Bay Beach, South Arm Peninsula. January 2013.

Bug. Douglas-Apsley National Park, Tasmania's East Coast. January 2013. Another day, another bushfire(s). Why oh why are we forced to choose between pleasant swimming weather (plus bushfires) and miserable wet days (minus bushfires). I mean, really, it is so uncivilised ... The Skirt , Guillaume Apollinaire Hallo Germaine that's a fine skirt you have A fine skirt for a queen A cruel queen Let's feel the silk of it Silk from Japan And trimmed with wide lace made on no machine Your skirt's a silken bell whose double clapper Your legs have struck the passing of my fancies O Germaine now I ring it my breast heaving My hands press down upon your willing haunches Your bedroom O my bell is a fine belfry My hands touch silk and seem to tear my ears Those pegs are gallows on which skirts are hanging Those hanging men are dazzling my eyes Motionless as an owl the oil lamp watches

Beetlemania #1. Bellerive Beach, August 2011. The Heart of the Matter by Graham Greene is essentially a book about unhappiness. Like most of Greene's great novels, it pursues one man's journey through a series of moral dilemmas as the 'righteous' are tested. Oh how they are tested! The character of Henry Scobie is probably Greene's greatest creations, a British colonial police officer stationed in some backwater West African town during World War Two. A Catholic, Scobie is indeed a righteous man who pays (in spades) for that trait. Happiness, duty, pity and piety beguile Scobie as he journeys down a path that willingly secures his own eternal damnation (while we watch). Indeed, any tale whereby damnation is assured through and excess of compassion is bound to be an interesting one. To add to the uplifting tone, the book is also about failure: failure to love, failure to be loved, failure to communicate, failure to please, failure to protect; indeed, Sc...