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Man acts as though he were the shaper and master of language, while in fact language remains the master of man.

Yes, it's wet. Yes, it's cold. Get that camera out of my face!

How i was crazy how i cried when i heard

Ripples on the Derwent. April, 2010. Saturday mornings are a great time to ruminate on a little e.e. ... your little voice... (I) , E. E. Cummings your little voice Over the wires came leaping and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers wee skipping high-heeled flames courtesied before my eyes or twinkling over to my side Looked up with impertinently exquisite faces floating hands were laid upon me I was whirled and tossed into delicious dancing up Up with the pale important stars and the Humorous moon dear girl How i was crazy how i cried when i heard over time and tide and death leaping Sweetly your voice

It is salutary to train oneself to be no more affected by censure than by praise.

Bonjour à mon doux ange peu. Vous avez ces belles lèvres. Puis-je doucement embrasser tes lèvres merveilleux? Non, non. Ne soyez pas timide. Ne pas avoir peur.

Life in the service of the public...

After all this time, and all those two enquiries, here you go, another comic !

If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.

Sunrise at Elizabeth Street Pier. May 2010. So, the intention is for Friday to become Book Club Day . I am thinking that it will usually mean just talking about whatever it is I’ve just finished, but I thought that I’d open up by answering this questionnaire. If you are so inclined, try it yourself. It should give you an idea of what kind of reader I am, and whether or not our tastes may concur. If you’ve any specific queries about books or recommendations, as ever I am open to suggestion! What have you just read? In the past fortnight, I have read George Orwell’s mediation on the theme of poverty in the two cities Down and Out in Paris and London , Muriel Spark’s wicked little Loitering With Intent , Evelyn Waugh’s short history of Mussolini's imperial adventure Waugh in Abyssinia , and the darkly comic Billy Liar by Keith Waterhouse. What are you reading now? I’m currently re-reading Graham Greene’s magnum opus, The Power and the Glory . My current ‘go to book’ – the bo

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

Ezra explores the mud by the side of a path. In it, he did not find a) tadpoles; b) frogs; c) crocodiles; d) great white sharks or e) world peace. We were all disappointed.

People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.

Resting for Autumn. Sullivans Cove, May 2010. Once again, an anti-Antipodean decree has confirmed those of us down here at the arse-end of the world second nay, eighth -class citizens! To “celebrate” the one-hundredth posting of the Theme Thursday meme, the Theme Thursday junta have offered the diktat that the topic for the Theme will only appear on Thursday, at 6:00 a.m. Eastern United States Time. For those in the know, 6 am eating bagels in New York means 8 pm in Hobart bathing children! Given that I have established an 8:30 am/8 pm dynamic of general shot/Henry and Ezra shot, the new format does not really work for me . Hence, today I share with you my decision to declare throw off the yoke of Yankee imperialism and declare my independence! Yes people, today I choose my own destiny through selecting my own Theme Thursday topic. Today I have a doozy: POTAMOPHILOUS . Yes, I very much fit the profile of a POTAMOPHILOUS -type, as all of you will no doubt already know by the

Advertising is the rattling of a stick inside a swill bucket.

An angelic Henry partakes in Ezra's new Cult of the Fish Finger .

A hallucination is a fact, not an error; what is erroneous is a judgement based upon it.

Carruthers looms in the mist. St Johns Park, New Town. August 2010. Mornings like the one depicted above do nothing for one’s enthusiasm from work. That said, dazzling sunshine with birds merrily singing, children gaily bounding, and Hungarian washer-women happily whistling snippets of Bartók doesn’t exactly fill me with zeal to get inside under [far too many] fluorescent lights and sit down in front of a computer either. I need that glass box. By the beach. With an urn. And a fridge. And fruit. Pineapple. And grapefruit. And an early minute.

To be perfectly happy it does not suffice to possess happiness, it is necessary to have deserved it.

This week, Ezra will be modelling... hat hair .

Ads that I like: # 115

Happiness and abundance (1983) As I think that we have already established , Chinese Communists are an awfully funny mob . Not for them is the dramatic pose from a muscular proletarian superman, not when you can have fat little kids , plump goldfish and the blooming lotus . The fish is fat, the lotus is fragrant (1987) All over the mother country, glad tidings are spreading (1989)

To be old can be glorious if one has not unlearned how to begin.camb

The corner of an old church (or was it a theatre)? Campbell Street, Hobart. September 2010. In the interests of brevity, here are thirty questions with one word responses! 1. Where is your cell mobile phone? Desk 2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend wife? Magnificent! 3. Your hair? Brown 4. Your mother? Franny 5. Your father? BAH! 6. Your favourite item? Hmmmm 7. Your dream last night? Sex 8. Your favourite drink? Juice 9. Your dream car? Automaton 10. The room you are in? Bright 11. Your ex? Who? 12. Your fear? Forgotten 13. What do you want to be in 10 years? Calm 14. Who did you hang out with last night? Missus 15. What you're not? Starry-eyed 16. The last thing you did? Type 17. What are you wearing? Corduroy 18. Your favourite book? Countless 19. The last thing you ate? Apple 20. Your life? Duty 21. Your mood? Intemperate 22. Your friends? Select 23. What are you thinking about right now? Thighs 24. Your car? None 25. What

The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.

It's Henry! And he's... strolling !

Power is the name that one attributes to a complex strategical situation in a particular society.

An Oasis or a mirage? Elizabeth Street, September 2010. I stand at this very spot, directly outside this den of iniquity , and await my second bus for the day to another den of iniquity, the Carruthers Building . On this bus, I can expect to find a number of regular characters, who are rapidly developing interesting back-stories to go along with the monikers that I have already given them. Take as an example “ Japara Bitch ”, so-called for the lovable combination of her fashionable raincoat and a face like a slapped arse. Opposite her is a fellow I call “ Oh we’re from Tigerland ” – or “Tiges” for short – with his tear-stained “Save Our Skins” hat from way back in ’90. At the back are the Chuckle Brothers , a trio of slack-jawed howlers who appear to have recently arrived on planet Earth with little more than the matching tracksuits on their backs. You will also find “ Sparkles ”, “ Manuel ”, “ The Princess of Hearts ”, “ Grizzly Adams ” and a whole host of others on the 7:48 am to

Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.

Ez is trying his hand at the priesthood. Help a brutha out... Ezra : "This is the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world. Happy are those who are called to his supper." You : "Lord, I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall be healed." Ezra : "The Chip of Christ." You : "Amen."

O, had I but followed the arts!

Waiting for the bus, part 12,397. Campbell Street, Hobart. August 2010. Want a list? This comes to mind: Five Feelings Other Than Joy, Love And Happiness That Come With Having Children (That They Don't Often Talk About)! Frustration Anger Resentment Exhaustion Ennui