Warm light through tall windows, tin roofs bleached under a pale sky, verandah shadows. Laurie Duggan.

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Through the Lattice Door

This house, in lattice to the eaves,
diagonals tacked across diagonals,

is cool as a bottle in wicker.
The sun, through stiff lozenge leaves,

prints verandahs in yellow Argyle.
Under human weight, the aged floorboards

are subtly joined, and walk with you;
French windows along them flicker.

Les Murray

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declare from the rooftops

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There will be rest, and sure stars shining
Over the roof-tops crowned with snow
A reign of rest, serene forgetting,
The music of stillness, holy and low.
I will make this world of my devising
Out of a dream in my lonely mind,
I shall find the crystal of peace; and above me
Stars I shall find.

FOTO – CAMPERDOWN ROOFTOPS

 

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Better than gold is the tale well told Is fhearr na’n t-òr sgeul air inns’ air chòir. GAELIC.

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Elizabeth Reeves

    The Green Woods

    The minstrel sat in the corner of the inn, letting his fingers play absently with the strings of his harp while he listened with full attention, and a blank expression, to the murmured conversation at the bar. His pale-gold hair, the colour of leaves fallen in the autumn seasons, caught the light of the slowly fading sun, streaming through the window at his side. It cast the golden light into his well-shaped face, highlighting the fine features. His expression was still and thoughtful, a short beard emphasizing, rather than hiding, it. Only the minstrel’s eyes gave away just how deeply interested in the conversation at the bar he was. His eyes were leaf-green and intense, staring off into space.

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    FOTO – DORRIGO HOTEL 2007

     

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    "People live like birds in the woods: When the time comes, each must take flight." Chinese Proverb

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    “Or like a poet woo the Moon,
    Riding an armchair for my steed,
    And with a flashing pen harpoon
    Terrific metaphors of speed.”

    Roy Campbell, ‘The Festivals of Flight,’ 1930.

     FOTO – KINGSCLIFF BEACH NSW FROM THE AIR OF A FLIGHT TO SYDNEY

     

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    It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. Cicero

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    Grey hair is beautiful in itself, and so softening to the complexion and so picturesque in its effect that many a woman who has been plain in her youth is, by its beneficent influence, transformed into a handsome woman.
    Maria Richards Oakey Dewing (Miss Oakey)

    One cannot scoop up the ocean with a sea shell. (Japanese)

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    To a Sea Shell

    Friend of my chamber–O thou spiral shell
    That murmurest of the ever-murmuring sea!
    Repeating with eternal constancy
    Whatever memories the wave can tell;
    Whatever harmonies may rise and swell,
    Whatever sadness in the deep may be–
    They are the ocean’s, and desired of thee;
    Thou treasurest what thou dost love so well.
    So all my heart is one voluted fold,
    Shielding one face, and evermore it seems
    Upon the threshold of the prying day,
    Hid in the tangle of reluctant dreams;
    And in the noontide, and the evening grey,
    Its light illumines secrecies untold
    Hubert Church (1857 – 1932)

    FOTO – SEASHELLS FROM NSW NORTH COAST

     

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    Shelagh Delaney. Women never have young minds. They are born three thousand years old.

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    Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you cannot go through a particular door. Always be prepared to go through a door that leads to your goal.
    Ann Saddlemyer, literary historian.

    Ne permettez jamais à personne de vous dire que vous ne pouvex pas vous engager dans tell our telle voie. Soyez toujours pretes à continuer jusqu’ç ce que vous atteigniez votre objectif.
    Ann Saddlemyer, Historienne de la litérature.

    FOTO – JENNIFER AND JOANNE. 2007. WEST TWEED HEADS.

     

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    Men learn while they teach. Seneca

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    • Der mentsh trakht, un Got lakht.
    • A man thinks and God laughs.
    • Czlowiek chodzi, Pan Bog nogi stawia.
    • A man walks, God places the feet.

    A very short selection of Yiddish proverbs from UNOFFICIAL CRACOW. The original Yiddish version comes first, then the transcription, English translation and Polish counterpart with its English translation.

    FOTO – QUT BRISBANE 2007

     

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    A child’s foot in a living room.

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    “The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life’s plain, common work as it comes.” Robert Louis Stevenson

    "Shadow puppets can’t move on their own and there are puppeteers behind the curtain." Hubei Proverb

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    1843 THE CONQUEROR WORM by Edgar Allan Poe

    Lo! ’tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly- Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Woe!

    Italian. Finché c’è vita, c’è speranza. English. While there’s life, there’s hope.

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    Our Corrugated Iron Tank by James Hackston

    It was a most convenient tank
    Wherein most things could fall;
    Where snakes came from the bush and drank,
    And rabbits used to call,
    The mice committed suicide,
    The gum leaves sank to rest,
    And in it possums dropped and died
    And hornets made their nest.
    But stark within my memory
    I see it once again
    When we all looked at it anxiously
    Days when we hoped for rain;
    I hear the hollow sounds it made,
    Like some prophetic drum,
    As I tapped rung on rung, afraid
    Of dreadful days to come,

    A gourmet who thinks of calories is like a tart who looks at her watch. James A. Beard

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    “The honourable and upright man keeps well away from both the slaughterhouse and the kitchen. And he allows no knives on his table.” (Confucius)

    FOTO – CURIOUS MEAL AT BLUE FROG TOOWONG BRISBANE AUST 2007

     

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    Italian. La pecora che bela perde il boccone English. Every time a sheep bleats it loses a mouthful.

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    “She walks–the lady of my delight– A sheperdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She guards them from the steep. She feeds them on the fragrant height, And folds them in for sleep.”
    Alice Meynell

    IMAGE – AUSTRALIAN DROVING SCENE.

     

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    To not tell the truth is to deceive others

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    RACHEL NAOMI REMEN

    The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention…. A loving silence often has far more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words.

    The first day I can remember looking into a mirror and being able to stand what I saw was the day I had a guitar in my hand. Bruce Springsteen

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    Australian wind song

    A poem by John Tomlinson©2005 John Tomlinson

    My words are written on a westerly wind
    please read them, or listen, please be my friend;
    and let’s fight for justice and peace without end
    and dance in the face of the westerly wind.

    Union Songs

    FOTO – HIMI AT BUDDHA BELLY UKI 2008

     

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    Ring around the moon, rain is coming soon.

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    Kazakh Names

    Aigerim = beautiful moon

    Aigul = moon flower

    Aizhana = moon spirit or beautiful moon

    FOTO – WINTERMOON FESTIVAL 2008

     

    "Life without a friend is like death without a witness." Spanish Proverb

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    “A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.” 

    Bernard Meltzer.

    FOTO – LUFFLEY CAFE  MURWILLUMBAH 2009

     

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