The tricks of illusion came to him so easily that it seemed he had been born knowing them and needed only to be reminded
A Wizard of Earthsea
Ursula Le Guin
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We who have lived before railways were made belong to another world. It was only yesterday, but what a gulf between now and then! Then was the old world. Stage-coaches, more or less swift, riding-horses, pack-horses, highwaymen, knights in armor, Norman invaders, Roman legions, Druids, Ancient Britons painted blue, and so forth — all these belong to the old period. But your railroad starts the new era, and we of a certain age belong to the new time and the old one. We who lived before railways, and survive out of the ancient world, are like Father Noah and his family out of the Ark.
Thackeray, William M.
1811-1863 Indian-born British Novelist
FOTO – CENTRAL STATION BRISBANE 2007
Hey, bass player. Look at the bass player. Look at that smile, there’s sadness in that smile. Look at that chord structure, there’s sadness in that chord structure. Look at him flail like the wailin’ wall with nothin’ but stubby fingers and a dumb look on his face. He don’t know it but he’s balding…spiritually. But everybody hates the bass player. No one invites the bass player to the party after the show…If he does go to the party, he can only get the good looking girl’s – best friend…The bass player is the loser of the band, yes he is, if you don’t believe me take a look at the one you’re with. But, there’s something beautiful about the bass, sometimes when I listen to it, I–I don’t know, I get caught up in the swirl, I’m flying, I’m flying Ma, over a big beautiful lake. He’s playing the bass and I’m flying. Sometimes when I land I’m in a different neighbourhood, but that’s okay, ’cause whenever I listen to the bass player, I always bring cab fare. But after all, aren’t we all bass players? Aren’t you all bass players? They told me this was a bass players convention, you are all bass… Pick up the beat, pick up the beat. Hide the sadness, and tap your feet.
FOTO – IZZY FOREAL ON THE PORCH AT BILAMBIL 2008
“The squeaky gate gets the grease.”
FOTO -WALKER STREET REDFERN. READY ANCESTRAL HOME.
If you want to know something, go elsewhere. If you want to un-know everything, then sit and listen. Adyashanti
[Chantez à l’asne il vous fera des pets:] [Prov.]
The ignorant blockhead scornes both Musicke, and the Muses; or, as wee say, Claw a churle by the breech, and he will beray your fist.
[Chantez à l’asne, il vous sera des pets:] [Prov.]
Sing you to an Asse, and he will fart vnto you; bestow any good thing on a churle, and if he do requite it, it shall be in one filthie manner or other.
FOTO – GABI BLISS AT BUDDHA BELLY UKI.
“Women have in their natures something akin to owls and fireflies. While men grow stupid and sleepy towards evening, they become brighter and more open-eyed, and show a propensity to flit and sparkle under the light of chandeliers.”
Abba Goold Woolson
FOTO – BILAMBIL PORCH 2009
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