Proverbs 23:20-2. “Do not join those who drink too much wine or gorge themselves on meat, for drunkards and gluttons become poor, and drowsiness clothes them in rags.”
FOTO – PIZZA AND CAPUCCINO AT JAMIESON’S RESTAURANT TWEED
Let no one say the past is dead.
The past is all about us and within.
Haunted by tribal memories, I know
This little now, this accidental present
Is not the all of me, whose long making
Is so much of the past …
a thousand thousand camp fires in the forest
Are in my blood.
Let none tell me the past is wholly gone.
Now is so small a part of time, so small a part
Of all the race years that have moulded me
In the name of the Law I must request
Less noise while we’re having a well-earned rest.
For the Judge and the Usher never must shirk
A well-earned rest in the middle of work.
It’s the duty of both they well are aware
To preserve their precious lives with care;
It’s their duty, when feeling overwrought,
To preserve their lives with Puddin’ and Port. (Lindsay) MAGIC PUDDING.
TO YELLABOUT, Atlanta, May, 1914 .
Aunt Em liked to yell a lot,
A widow, my motherʼs older sister
1 lived in her house most of my early childhood
She had a strange compulsion about bathroom floors and would
furiously mop the tiles at the first appearance of tracked-in
dirt on their immaculate surface
FOTO – BATHROOM IN AUCHENFLOWER
Many that live deserve death. And some die that deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then be not too eager to deal out death in the name of justice, fearing for your own safety. Even the wise cannot see all ends.
J. R. R. Tolkien (1892-1973), The Lord of the Rings, book four (1954)
FOTO – UNIVERSITY OF QUEENSLAND 2007
But ‘Baby,’ the barmaid, her evidence gave—
A poor, timid darling who tried to be brave—
‘Now, don’t be afraid—if it’s frightened ye be—
‘Speak out, my good girl,’ said O’Hara, J.P.
Her hair was so golden, her eyes were so blue,
Her face was so fair and her words seemed so true—
So green in the ways of sweet women was he
That she jolted the heart of O’Hara, J P.
He turned to the other grave Justice of Peace,
And whispered, ‘You can’t always trust the police;
‘I’ll visit the premises during the day,
‘And see for myself,’ said O’Hara, Jay Pay.
FOTO – JACQUI AT BILAMBIL 2007
sun & rain
I have grown my wisdom
on summer days
and watered it with both rain
and melting snow
I have helped it
and sat with it
still upon a tired step
I have tasted it like a bite
of fruit and unlike fruit
savoured that same bite
over and over
FOTO – KINGSCLIFF BEACH 2009
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