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Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.

Here's a question: What exactly is that that has delighted Henry so?

delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles?

What are they doing in there? 10 Murray Street at night. Hobart. July 2011. I like e.e. as I like 10 Murray: with intensity . However, if a poet were a building e.e. would be anything but a brutalist bureaucratic block. the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls , by E. E. Cummings the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds (also, with the church's protestant blessings daughters,unscented shapeless spirited) they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead, are invariably interested in so many things— at the present writing one still finds delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles? perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D .... the Cambridge ladies do not care, above Cambridge if sometimes in its box of sky lavender and cornerless, the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy

It is a mania shared by philosophers of all ages to deny what exists and to explain what does not exist.

Lifeguards? We don't need no stinking lifeguards!

The answers you get from literature depend on the questions you pose.

No snow last Tuesday. Snow every day since... Mount Wellington as viewed from Ashfield Street, Sandy Bay. July 2011. Two books this week, both excellent! If Beale Street Could Talk is James Baldwin's fifth novel. I only know Baldwin through his reputation, and after finishing this one I am kicking myself that I’ve left it so long to read one of his books. A love story set in Harlem in the early-1970s; the novel evocatively recreates a certain time, space and community. Exploring the complex interweaving of family, culture, race and justice, it strikes a lovely balance between sweet and sad; anger and forgiveness. Despite the overwhelming injustice of the story, and the anger that this injustice generates, the novel is ultimately an optimistic one. It stresses the importance of the bond between those who suffer from oppression, especially between members of a family; a bond that otherwise would not be experienced if circumstances were brighter. As society disintegrates in a collec

He that is good with a hammer tends to think everything is a nail.

Art is at once incredibly complex and fundamentally simple. Art is balancing crayons delicately atop each other as you plan your next masterwork. Art is discovering that the delicately balanced crayons is art while your meticulously planned masterwork is tomorrows bin liner.

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.

I think I smell a Gruffalo. Lune River, Hastings Caves State Reserve. June 2011. I thought, “What a jolly good idea!” and have thus done so. Healthy and happy kids. A bit of peace and quiet. Fiscal security. Thinking time. A way forward. Temperate climes. Good books. A good night’s sleep. Who put that there? Lune River, Hastings Caves State Reserve. June 2011. I’m not sure what that says about me. My wishes seem very level headed . Hmmmm.

For boys, puberty is like turning into the Incredible Hulk - but very, very slowly.

We really need our own boat to take advantage of the good things around us. Now, where can I get one?

There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished.

Plenty of grass and bowls. No sign of Francis Drake. Sandy Bay Bowls Club, Sandy Bay. July 2011. I used to bowl here, some time ago. The team was called " Meat and One Veg ". My darling [now] wife Jennifer was the " Veg " in that combo. Close up of the seagull. Sandy Bay Bowls Club, Sandy Bay. July 2011. I shall speak no more on that topic. Fini .

Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.

The tower didn't last very long after this photograph was taken. Indeed, an error in calculation (they forgot to carry a three) in its planned destruction led to the top 27 floors (including the observatory deck and revolving restaurant) struck poor Jennifer on the head!

Man's mind, stretched by a new idea, never goes back to its original dimensions.

Roll up roll up roll up! The greatest show on Earth right here underneath the big top! Mayfair Plaza, Sandy Bay. July 2011. No, nothing at all like a circus. Actually, it really is a whole lot of phone calls, submissions, questions and (occasionally) answers. It almost makes one feel like a clown.

Compassion is the basis of morality.

Let's just say that Ezra enjoyed the mini mud cake...

The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it.

The question at hand. Russell Street, Sandy Bay. July 2011. Can a heart still break once its [ sic ] stopped beatin... Now, I'm no cardiac surgeon, but if a heart has stopped beating there is a mighty good chance that it already is broken! This reminds me of one of my favourite heartbreak songs that I thought I'd share with you, the Mountain Goats' paean to the dissolution of a marriage, No Children . What I really like most about this one is the almost joyful intensity of the vocal in the celebration of bitterness. As a sucker for a decent lyric, I reckon that this one is a beauty. I mean really I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die That's truth and beauty there.

The fate of our times is characterised by rationalisation and intellectualisation and, above all, by the disenchantment of the world.

Sometimes all you have to do is just say the word "bread" and you find yourself surrounded by ducks and geese. Still no word if any of these were laying golden eggs...

It is a fair summary of history to say that the safeguards of liberty have been forged in controversies involving not very nice people.

Heading home. Harrington Street, as viewed from Sandy Bay Road, Sandy Bay. July 2011. Sunday Top Five and what could be finer that Five Of The Best Henry And Ezra Brotherly Love Photographs That Have Appeared On This Very Blog! Easter Picnic in the gardens! Look both ways! It's all in the eyes! Pirate training or iron man training? Does it matter? Two old hams putting on a show at Eaglehawk Neck! Just missing the cut? Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow... , Ezra shows Henry the ways of life in the big city , Scooter break! , and Beach beefcake!