10 Murray: going the way of the Tasmanian Tiger? Corner of Murray and Davey Streets, September 2011. It's about time that I had a sexy poem... The Ninth Secret Poem , Guillaume Apollinaire I worship your fleece which is the perfect triangle Of the Goddess I am the lumberjack of the only virgin forest O my Eldorado I am the only fish in your voluptuous ocean You my lovely Siren I am the climber on your snowy mountains O my whitest Alp I am the heavenly archer at your beautiful mouth O my darling quiver I am the hauler of your midnight hair O lovely ship on the canal of my kisses And the lilies of your arms are beckoning me O my summer garden The fruits of your breast are ripening their honey for me O my sweet-smelling orchard And I am raising you O Madeleine O my beauty above the earth Like the torch of all light
The sun also rises. St George’s Church, Battery Point; as seen from Queen Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011. A couple of books this week, of decidedly mixed resonance (and indeed esteem). First up, the good! I read John Braine’s debut Room at the Top a few weeks ago and enjoyed it very much. Set ten years from the events of that novel, Life at the Top chronicles the life and trials of Joe Lampton, a once ambitious man of humble origins who has discovered that ‘life at the top’ (well, in the upper middle classes) is not all it was cracked up to be. A fantastic snapshot of a certain time and place (England’s industrial north in the early-1960s), of a certain class consciousness (a rising proletariat and declining landed gentry) and a shifting gender and sexual politics. Life at the Top was seemingly lost in the rush of ‘angry young men’ novels that emerged in the UK in the late-1950s and seems now long forgotten. This is a shame, because it’s definitely a worthwhile addition to t
The sixth-ugliest building in Sandy Bay. Marieville Esplanade, Sandy Bay. September 2011. So I have the flu. Bravery / foolhardiness compelled me to go to work yesterday (that and a meeting that I really didn't want to have to reconvene), and it was indeed a struggle. To give you an idea, try this on for size: work up a nice little temperature and then chair a meeting in the late-afternoon (with teleconference), within which you also have to do a fair whack of the talking, as you arranged the thing. After valiantly making my way through the meeting (relatively) unscathed, the voice completely gives up the ghost in the cab on the way back to the office. Thus I find myself 'resting' at home today. Kogel mogel all around! Have you ever tried to pull to rowdy children through the delicate art of mime?
Who stole that brick and how did they get up there? Sandy Bay Road, Sandy Bay. September 2011. I'm on struggle street today. Burdened down by what seems like a flu but with a meeting so important that it cannot be postponed, I suspect that today is going to be a very long day .™ I think that I'll need provisions, including: Handkerchief (x 3). Grapefruit. Orange juice (with pulp). Bottle of water. Forlorn gazes out of window at sunshine.
No-one Came Here For A Lecture On Communism. The living room, Geilston Bay. September 2011.
There are at lest two pair of elite athlete's feet here. The other pair I suspect is good at knitting.
Let's go to the tape...
Don't believe the spelling and punctuation. St George's Terrace, Battery Point. September 2011
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